The old lady shook his head, "in fact, where there are what the old nine door, after the liberation we have fantasy, then things wave then wave, at the beginning we still want to hold together, then, to keep the good, that a few years, along with our mix, eating our meal, we made sure is his own family, how much are we killed, how many back to do us harm? The old society when there is moral, there are rivers and lakes, black old six one knives can protect a street, then a few years what is gone, we never thought people could be so bad to the extent." She said, "when we the people started to hurt,I know, the old nine door time is up."
I don't quite understand what she meant, but probably can know, she said, is it when things, then asked: "how is this going on?"
she looked to the stuffy oil bottle, suddenly quiet.
this silence to me very embarrassed, I know she is thinking, I dare not to interrupt if she bore up resentment, he did not press.
การแปล กรุณารอสักครู่..