When All Sadness Becomes Past I never met Hui before, let alone know about her. But I had known of her for a long time. She was an “old acquaintance” of mine in my mind. One of my good friends knew Hui. “Hui has a pair of coffee-like eyes.” my friend often mentioned. This remark gave rise to my curiosity, and soon I had a strong feeling to have a good talk with this pretty girl. I thought Hui must have Tiffany Necklaces or something like that. My friend said she often mentioned me in front of Hui. She was a warm and sincere girl. I was a journalist and often reported ordinary people lives. One day, I got a chance to meet Hui. Hui agreed an interview of mine. In a warm and bright sunny afternoon, I finally met this girl who gave me a lot of curiosity. She lived in a remote suburb. It took me a long time to find her place. It was not a good looking cottage from outside except the door was very wide. The outside wall of the house looked like psoriasis patients skin. At the very sight of the house, people would feel sick about it. There was no response to my knock on the door. I knocked again but still no response. I was a little disappointed and thought Hui cheated me for the interview. Someone patted my shoulder when I was thinking. I instinctively turned back and saw a girl. I realized it must be Hui, although I had not seen her before. And she had the same feeling. Apparently, she was running back because she was gasping out of breath. Realizing that I was a little surprised, Hui apologized and said: “I am sorry, I am sorry for being late.” when she was still gasping. But I did not saw any tiffany jewelry as I expected. She opened the door and let me in when I was going to explain that I just arrived. I could see nothing at the very moment the door was open. It was dark inside. I was a little puzzled for I could not imagine that so a lively girl lived in such a place. The house was a very small, no windows. That was the reason why it was dark at first time. If you wanted to see things in the room, you needed to switch on a light. There were a used sofa, a small tea table and two short stools on the left. I was very uncomfortable to this furniture setting. I could not find any combination of modern and traditional aesthetics in her room. I though perhaps this was the right life Hui had been living. There was a tap water tank next to which was a washing basin holder in the front corner. I glanced at my Rolex Yachtmaster replica to check what the time is. And then came up the kitchen-- gas cooker, chopping board, small cabinets, pots and pans. On the right, it was a short single bed with white sheets, white quilt and white pillows. They looked cleaner in the dim light. Hui brought me a cup of water when I was looking around. “You sit on the sofa and I on the stool,” said she. I was very “obedient” to sit on the sofa. After handing me the water, she touched her face and laughed, “I had something else to deal with just now. I was worrying that let you wait long so I run home. My face becomes red due to that. Not pretty, isn’t it? It will be ok after a while cooling.” It seemed she was talking with herself. “You're very beautiful.” said I. “A lot of people say so,” said Hui. There was no arrogance in her voice. I thought this made her more attractive. I thought a Franck Muller replica must be very good for her. Others could not compete with her. Hui’s big eyes sparkled with luster, very sexy. But I read little sadness which is difficult to detect from her eyes. They looked like a startled deer’s eyes. I tried to read her past from her eyes but failed. I believe that everyone’s eyes are unique and special and there are many stories behind them. I had heard a lot of stories from them. My friend described Hui’s eyes “coffee-like eyes”. I thought it was not accurate. There must be a very special story in Hui’s life. “What do you want to know?” Hui smiled at me. “Your past life, your present life, anything you could share.” replied I. I did not want to beat around the bush because her eyes told me that she wanted to know what I am really thinking. She touched her Tiffany Rings several times. I knew that after what I said there would be a long story. (To be continued)

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