米乔已有近两周没有阿唐的消息了。那天,米乔突然想起阿唐,就 打他的手机,关机。半小时后,又打,还是关机。 放下电话,米乔一个坐在沙发上,看了一场足球赛。确切地说,她是在看巴蒂斯图塔。她喜欢看巴蒂忧郁的眼神。那种眼神就像她梦中单相思过的一个男人的眼神。 接下来的时光,米乔像时尚女人一样发了一阵呆,确认无所事事时,才上网进了自己的邮箱。邮箱里只有一封信,这封信对米乔来说却是重要的。信是阿唐发来的。阿唐已在八小时前到了韩国的济州岛。“小乔,我知道,多年来,我痴迷的只是一场无望的爱情。既然没有可能,我不再等……“E-mail很短,米乔起初有些惊讶,但瞬间就被巨大的失望笼罩了。 Michacho has no news of Atatur for nearly two weeks. That day, Michae suddenly remembered Datang, hit his cell phone, shut down. Half an hour later, fight again, or shut down. Put down the phone, Michaello sitting on the couch, saw a football match. Exactly, she was watching Battista. She likes to watch Buddy melancholy eyes. That look is like the dream of a man with a single look. The next time, like a fashion woman Michaela made a while to stay silent, confirmed nothing when Internet access into his own mailbox. There is only one letter in the mailbox. This letter is important to Michacho. Letter is from Fattang sent. Ataturk arrived in Jeju Island, Korea eight hours earlier. “Little Joe, I know, I’ve been obsessed for years with a hopeless love, and since I can not, I do not wait ...” E-mail was short and Mi Joe was initially a little surprised but momentarily disappointed Shrouded