The man's sky rains too

The man's sky rains too
That is a pale yellow gloomy Sunday. In the morning of that day, I began to put the luggage in order, ran away from home: I switch back, he look at I dull, piece wear mouth, take words out of the mouth in quite a while. I stare at he at one glance ruthlessly, turn round, bow hair, walk out of one's home; I ring, the door has been opened. The sister smiles to leave to go forward chanting, stretch out both hands, take over the luggage gently. Sister ignore, I say, but tired to smile, recite and make be facing toward her, is watching the thunder outside window tired to her either. Just in time of these second, sister interest go to work. The night has come slowly, has covered with the miserable and bleak shade of one storey in each corner of this lonely room gradually, seem extremely dark and feel suffocated. I lie in bed, pillow, until cushion get up very high, I unable both arms given to both sides of health, eyes look at the window. At that night, he came back home, after having a meal, sat alone and read; I see at the dining table piling dirty the intersection of bowl and plate that manning piling up like a mountain, clothes leave out all over room, the one breath that I have sighed deeply, begin to tidy up the cup plate getting up on the desk, then tow the ground, put the cushion in a mess in order. I sit on the sofa at this moment, but hear the daughter's sob, I talk to him feebly, have and it group I tired to step, let me have a piece of time to take a breath! I embrace the daughter in one's arms, go to the sitting room to cry. Then. We are noisy on ruthlessly. For some trifling thing being noisy, look through, come out, stir old account together noisy too, it is fierce to be the noisier, the more go against accepted conventions too, it is full of pent-up anger that it was that I was suppressing at last to go back to her parent's home The setting sun charge go the last over sunshine, lighting up in the room I, sad and in a state of anxiety in the room, it seems that there are ghosts at any time and appear. At this moment, a burst of doorbell sound is coming, I look for and open the door to see suddenly, so it's him. I turn round, set up in front of the window dully. Have you had a meal? I turned over the face suddenly, looked at deeply. That pearl face repulsive in appearance, can not take a word out of the mouth, I have drawn a chair conveniently, say to him, you sit down! He sit at my side, remain if kindness to some extent smoke quietly. I cast sight on him on the face, ask him that you have had a meal gently? He looks at me in surprise, just shakes the head. Having passed for a period of time, he sends sight to me on the face, says to me, " my novel has been got rid of " . This words touching on lightly are generally hit on me like the thunder and lightning. I open eyes wide, ask him in surprise, why? He light one cigarette, smoke one ruthlessly, then say to me, it solicits for subscriptions to be 500 volumes. I embraced him suddenly, he embraced mind of me gently; Pat on the head, look at him exuding tenderness and love, it is angry with me to ask to you? He looks at me, smiles slightly, say calmly, I was angry yesterday, however, I was not angry now. I look at him hesitating, ask him, why? He looks at my eyes and says, because you have instructed and fired " the sun " , blow round - pieces of moon for me. I laugh, say sky of man have rain, too originally sweet slightly.

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