like a storm of dragonflies

ChenXiaoRan into the street, turn a few laps, then he met maomao, ChenXiaoRan meet stepped forward, said, beauty, stay not? When the chilly night in early spring maomao flowing profuse sweat, are finding can shelter place. 

Three days later, without a revelation ascended out: seeking Lin xiaomao, looking for on 19 February 2007 in shenzhen evening well-off road happiness upstairs Lin xiaomao. ChenXiaoRan left a mobile phone number. In baoan ChenXiaoRan dim the xixiang square, and stood there, his face as the storm fell full loud slap until nose blood in the same jumped out arrows, the girl leng leng, squatted down body and buried her face in her hands and shoulder trembling, like a storm of dragonflies.

 A week later, ChenXiaoRan answer a phone: hello, hello, are you? ChenXiaoRan squatted down body, hands up girl's face, saying, maomao, I'll ShuZui to you.