Zhang namya is not the lead newser of "marriage to the country."Milk mountainAn accent. I went to a rally near her house last month and saw her crouching in front of the stand, with cocoon on her hand, a little ash in her fingernails, with an old porridge next to it, which was a chicken soup for her mother-in-law. No one called her "miss chang," and the neighborhoods were called "handy" or "the fai family."。
She doesn't talk about the movie, she doesn't talk about hong kong. One time i asked about the old house renovation, and she said, "the walls fell so badly, but the bricks were made by my father in 1985 that he couldn't take them all." two apple trees in front of the yard, the bark of the tree, scratched hands, acided fruit, and she didn't take medicine, saying, “eat the worm, eat the sweet ones”。
She's in the air room, she's cooking glue, she's just clapping hands and stoves, and when the fire hits, she's going to blow the pan, and she's going to shake it. The screen brush, "ya, she's thin," she shakes her head, "it's not thin, it's naked." later, she was told that she had sent all her clothes to the waste station, along with several boxes of unopened sunscreen。
She and liu xiaohui took no pictures and sent no friends. The village knew because her mother-in-law was carrying five pounds of powder on the market and said, "the wife of xiao fai chose, the chord." only then did she find out in her account book that she had changed the word "ya" from her name to "ya" and that she had said, "the pen is small and not tired"。
Last winter she gave birth to a child, signed by liu xiaohui outside the delivery room with a warm bag containing freshly steamed rice porridge. The nurse asked if she wanted to live, and she waved. Three days later, she was tanned in her own yard, and the child was wrapped in blue cloths, and she shuddered while she was humming, and the tune ran well。
A video of her tanning was taken, and the following comment reads, “it's finally coming down”. She didn't come back, and then she taught us how to porridge in the air, and she said, "a half hour of rice bubbles, water boils, and the fire is not too big -- the fire is too big, and the rice soup is gone."
Her cell phone screen is a picture of a kid's foot, unpaved, a little red, like just stepped on the mud。
Two days ago, i went to pick up the baby by the dairy sea and saw her push the baby car through the reef road, the wheel was stuck in the crack, she leaned over and pushed two times, without shouting, and she put a brick on her own, and then she pushed。
She didn't look back。
The wind blew the child's hat, and she released one hand to hold and the other to hold the baby car handle。
