继开的花凝住了那片含香的时光。生日前几天,我收到了南晓勇同城快递来的一件羊毛衫。我打电话告诉他礼物收到了。末了,他说:“阿姨,这周末我请你吃个饭,顺便让您见见我女朋友。”挂了电话,我又想到科科。科科是我的儿子。他十多年前为了救不小心掉进河里的同桌兼好友南晓勇,再也没能上来。科科走后,我把一切的错都怪在南晓勇头上。所以, The flowers continue to condense the piece of fragrant time. A few days before birthday, I received a Nanxiong Yong city express to a sweater. I called to tell him the gift was received. Finally, he said: “Auntie, this weekend I invite you to have a meal, by the way, let you see my girlfriend.” "Hanging up the phone, I thought of Koko. Koko is my son. He was more than a decade ago to save the same table accidentally fell into the river and friends Nanxiao Yong, never came up. Coco away, I blame all the mistakes in the South Xiao Yong head. and so,