Mr. Ding Ke’s last time

Was seen Mr. Ding Ke when he was leaning on the railing of a cement stone bridge, bridge famous piece smelly river water flowing slowly forward. No one will stop to pay attention to him at the moment facial expressions, otherwise they will be surprised, and perhaps even some unnecessary Lenovo. In the past days, Dink work every day has to go through the bridge, he and others march escaped from the bridge to escape the odor floated under the bridge. His face gray eyes peering toward the distant river. I need to stop, Mr. Ding Ke thought through here. His legs like poured mercury, so he helped on the parapet, try to make their panting body calm down. Just when he stood and saw the sunset away on the end of the Heyuan, a dejected feeling arises spontaneously, he felt like being in the darkness, his hand rub sometimes blurred eyes, until the hand stained with tears.

This is a being rejected by the United States, the United States will always be a place in the decadent. If I had in college, Mr. dink will evaluate the river. This time the setting sun shines on the deck behind him, a steady stream of vehicles and pedestrian overwhelmed him, his tall body is like a vertical road signs on the bridge, motionless let the erratic light in his bare head flitting to and fro.

The young Mr. Ding Ke years ended a few years ago. He alone living alone until now. Almost all single men, his eyes always have a dull and melancholy eyes. He is a frugal life, hobbies and yo widowed Huan. In fact, during college, he was a striking, tall and handsome student read a lot of books about philosophy. Just a cold winter morning, he found his bed overnight covered with black hair; His head is black pot suddenly polish. People say he is highly intelligent, some say due to the lovelorn. Since that day, his character will be earth-shaking changes, people no longer hear his laughter. Memorable is that there have been many beautiful girls to regard him as a man of your dreams, and in front of a torrent of words. He once dated a girl under the starry Why am I so smart? ! Nietzsche's philosophy, he gently the soft ask the girl happiness trembling.

His taciturn when he became a high school politics teacher is more significant. He slowly walked into the classroom, in the face of the students tired of mocking eyes, began with his back to the students hands do not stop the outline written on the blackboard, copy after watching students like colorful bat lying against the classroom door In the table, the hand holding the pen in a notebook kept moving. No expression on his face. He was most reluctant he sat behind the desk of the office, student standing opposite him, look presumptuous to slip slipped on his bare head. Sometimes his focus on a few colleagues who whisper together, want to find out from their faces ridicule his expression. Then, his face was gloomy past them, trod the thunderous sound of the floor to him.

A few days ago, he received a letter from the mother country, let him time to go back home trip. His mother in his hometown looking for a rural girl. Mr. Ding Ke grew up on the rural poor and backward, that piece of land, except he was admitted to the university. His mother asked him why has not married, is not city people are bad for you, like to hurt you in the letter. That day, he took the letter from the drawer out, is thinking about how to reply when a colleague passed him, suddenly stood still, looking back to say, the small teacher you sick? His face is really ugly. His words so that all people in the office are surrounded around Mr. Ding Ke;, yes, Dink you must be sick in the body. As if the eyes of perspective penetrate the internal organs of Mr. Ding Ke.

Before this, people are looking for a friendly way with Mr. Ding Ke close, to find ways to go to learn some of the secrets of his life, especially after work, how he lives, whether he has the eyes of a woman. Made often is empty ingenuity, to produce a variety of speculation on the life of Dink, bag factory curious eyes always surrounded him.