Why did she not speak

Childhood and youth, groups of students did not take the arm to the shoulder hook dangling in the street, with no Hupenggouyou naughty, only Lily, stubbornly persists in her unique way with me through that time ... ... ....

Time in the recollection of the passage of time, an instant plane landed in Vancouver. From the airport, look out the glass wall, the outside is blue skies.

I walk down the flow to the baggage office, was suddenly pulled me behind it. I looked back, saw a nearly 70-year-old husband and wife are carefully smiled at me.

"Young man, I see you speak English, can help us look?"

"Of course." I said, smiling.

Then the luggage for them I do translate, arrange transfer. Arrived in Toronto, it is already late at night, waiting for our luggage in the hall.

Pick people stare eagerly, keen eyes swept out of every volume of visitors. I walked head down, self-care, in this strange new city, I will re-live again.

That old couple soon find their loved ones. I stand in pushing their luggage behind them, quietly looking at a family reunion. Perhaps a long separation, they are completely immersed in the joy together, forget my existence, except that from time to time to see my wife. I smiled to her, the two old luggage onto her. She said thank you, my people asked me to pick the right, I said I was a person.
I did not because of the way the future of the hit play and take a good brother, but apples and oranges differ from each other, Lily likes people like me. Sister had to remind the mother, said the dead girl next door to me as a slave beck and call, but I was no longer dignified. Lily's mother put me on the translation of obedience I like her, so ignored. I admit that Lily does affect the formation of a part of my personality, but also agreed with this understanding mom, I like Lily, but to the extent of not paying for, all her despotic and overbearing and I are willing to accept without complaint.

My good looks and gentle behavior attracted the admiration of many girls, but I am only a good Lily. On her school far from home, to travel back and forth. If I do not play after school in the afternoon, it will pick up her bike, and then carrying her home. She is also very specific to me, I never see her together with other boys, did not see her with a female student to a good home. Every time I go school to pick her up, you always see her on campus one rock, or standing in front of the classroom, head staring into the distance.

This time I noticed an elderly couple, that is sure to send me home. I shirk no less, had to go along with them.

This is the coldest January in Toronto, the night wind to my people who grew up in southern shaking.

Old couple's son to mini van pulled up and two old arrangements and the children sit down to see his wife and I have not got the luggage and then move off. I pulled the cart ready to go to the car, she leaned over to me and asked softly:

"Are you cold?"

"A little bit."

"That you on the bus first, I went to have carts." She said.

"That's how the line." I finished it Tuizhao Che left.

Toronto is very quiet at night, I looked out the window, under the dim lights do not see any very special thing, apart from the snow piled high street.

I find online accommodation, and a man named Steven's Chinese skilled immigrants in Jameson Street, rented a Bedroom. Not long afterwards, I went to the residence. That old couple politely leave their phone, told me to call them.Toronto is very quiet at night, I looked out the window, under the dim lights do not see any very special thing, apart from the snow piled high street.

 I find online accommodation, and a man named Steven's Chinese skilled immigrants in Jameson Street, rented a Bedroom. Not long afterwards, I went to the residence. That old couple politely leave their phone, told me to call them.

 After their daughter to the car took my luggage to get me into the floor.

 "You're welcome, and I go on the line." I said.

 She insisted to send. To the elevator, she asked me:

 "What floor do you live?"

 "The eighth floor." I answered, she pressed the elevator for me.

 "You do not get, they are waiting for you." I am sorry to say.

 "Then I see you on the elevator and left." She said.

 The moment the elevator door, I suddenly would like to see her, but only see her hand waving at me, like that floating in the spring butterfly sleeves, that moment, I guess she must have looked beautiful ... ....