White shirt [writers selected issue 9]]

In the middle of the road where people come and go, the dead will be angry. What’s more, I was actually wearing miniskirt and high heels, looking at the mobile phone on the ground, and I hesitated for half a second. A pleasant voice came from the side, bent down with an extremely firm tone. I turned my face, and the clean and beautiful smile was like a warm summer day in my memory. Although the plot is too dry, let’s be regarded as a hero to save beauty! I smiled. His white shirt shook up the corners of his clothes, and I was slightly moved when I bent down. He picked up the phone, but the smile on his face didn’t last long. After 0.5 seconds of pause, I regret it. I found that I should shout loudly for robbery, but my throat was purring and I watched the man push my body away. Damn it! I was about to take off my high heels and throw them at the White things that didn’t slip away in autumn, but in the light, a red car flashed behind my back, when I woke up, I was already in the hospital ward. Second, wake up? I nodded. The chandelier on the ceiling is like a glass lens, which makes people heartbroken. There is a woman with dirty hair and gauze in the lens. But there was still the back of that man in my memory. I frowned and asked, Mom, where is my mobile phone? I have been in a coma for two days, but I need a cell phone when I wake up? My mother sent chicken soup, which seemed to ignore the mood of my otaku. I have been expecting that man to appear like a god. I don’t believe that thin figure will belong to a robber. The man should come in from the door, wearing the white shirt, with a big red balloon on his hand and my cell phone hanging under the balloon. But, no. I didn’t have it for two weeks until I was about to leave the hospital, picked up my luggage and walked to the door of the Ward sadly. The soft sunshine at the gate of the ward lit up the clear road, and the shadow extended all the way to the man in front of him. White shirt, lips gently sipped, beautiful eyes like a deep bottomless sea. My heart fluctuated a little. I knew what was in front of me was a romantic misunderstanding. He came over with a smiling face and stretched out his hand. A pair of clean leather shoes on the concrete floor made a click. There is a scar just healed on the beautiful palm print, and the familiar, white, my mobile phone. Thank you… thank you. Third, it is the same as the bridge in memory. Silver white sports car, warm as early as summer. I played his shaved chin, although it was another version of shaking. He kissed my cheek when he ran to the bank of the river. I couldn’t help asking him with a red face, why did I get it in two weeks? The answer is consistent with what I expected, fracture, conditioning and romance. His shirt is white and clean, and has a good smell. I pinched his hand hard. Look at my cell phone for two weeks. I also want to see your cell phone for two weeks! No! His side eyes were a little confused. I never thought that this quiet man would send a crazy attempt to take away his mobile phone. However, Ben’s girl still saw the photos in his mobile phone with a dead face. However, soon, I knew the reason for his stunned expression. I straightened my body from his chest and looked at the man with bandages all over his mobile phone photo carefully. He was pale and bloody. There was another one completely dyed red on his body, it should have been a snow-white shirt. Is this you? I asked him. The man shook his head and frowned when he got together. When he tried to kiss me, I leaned my body to the back. Is this you? I still asked him. This is not me. His frowning suddenly loosed a little, and a tear belonging to a man fell from the beautiful, green beard face: he is my friend… I asked: did your friend save me? He nodded: he has left… he finally said, you must return your mobile phone to you… why? I know this kind of question is extremely lovely, but there is something spinning in my eyes, falling on the white strange and familiar shirt beside me: why did he save me as a stranger? Because, a long time ago, he grabbed a girl’s cell phone…

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