8. The world of adults
The world of adults
I’m afraid I’ve been married to high-value people.
As soon as the stunned youths were drawn by these rods, they suddenly became like chicken blood.
I’m standing with a stick, and I’m like, “Come on, come on.
My words are basically loud, but I know that this is the last wave of the night.
I took a hard breath, my hands held the stick, the front of my knee, my waist down, and I put a scoundrel in the pose, ready for the last.
I lift my legs…
No impulse!
I’ll lift my legs again.
Still no impulse!
I feel like I’ve fallen a jack on my ankle, and I’m wondering.
I can’t hear this sound anymore. The whole person looked down and watched the model fall down at my feet, and his arms were dying to hold my ankle and crying like a sewer.
I thought my blood pressure had jumped to 158 and my brain blew up!
I’ve been hanging around all night and I’m still here!
I pulled my leg out of a model’s arm and yelled at it.
The model kept his neck on my thigh and looked at me like a stone.
I went to the top and yelled at the model. Run, fuck, fuck! What the hell are you doing here with me?
You’re not going to let me go. What’s the use of running?
The model’s voice is like a thunderbolt. It covers my voice.
I know that this girl is staggering again, like she’s done so many times before, every time, it seems to be proving something to me.
When the twilight snaps.
The stick went down and the ding fell on the floor.
I was standing empty-handed and looking down at the model, and the already infested girl was still holding on to my thigh, and suddenly his anger was flattened in a moment, and the hard-on was emptied in a moment.
I stomped on my mouth and said, “I can’t believe I’m with you.”
The model cried while he was holding my thighs and said, “Grandmother is your destiny.”
I said, Master Sha Xing, stop hugging and stop.
The model noded and said, “Well, Chenka, let’s die together.”
I looked at the model and said, “Okay, let’s die together.”
The model says there’s no such thing as dying.
I said, “Yeah, it’s gonna be meat sauce.
The crowd slammed up, and seven or eight sticks fell on me, and I swung, and I said, “Cool,” and I fell on the floor.
Sticks up and down.
Get up and fall again.
The red blood blurs my eyes, and I see the model’s head squealing, and I use my last wiring to hold it under my body.
I do not remember with a clear mind the images of six years before Kyoto, on a long bus, I turned over a skinned magazine, Readers, and looked at it in a Kopo Digest, with the empty end of the paragraph with the words: ” Eternal time towards the end is as long as it lasts.
I’m carrying it, and I’m carrying it, and I’m coagulating with the model, and I don’t know if time really stops.
I carry it, I carry it, I walk it, like I’ve stepped on it for six years, and I want to be alive again every day.
I carry it, I carry it, I lift my head.
Then the sound of the siren came into my ear, and I saw a familiar figure, and the rear sight was blurred again.
The world before us has suddenly disappeared.
I don’t know.
I woke up from the ward.
It’s just after noon, there’s light out the window, there’s a pot of green carrots on the balcony, and the model is snoring at me.
I struggled to get up, woke up the model, jumped up like an electric shock, and said, “Changa, lie down, you’re going to grow up, you’re going to grow up, you’re going to be disabled.”
When the model was wrapped in a thick gauze, I realized that there was a garlic in my eyes.
I said, am I dead? Why is there garlic in the temple?
Sabri’s voice says, “Tenga, when will your mouth be a little better?”
The big eyes of the model flashed through the cracks of the gauze, and the tears of my eyes reflected me.
Everything is so real, I’m sure I’m alive.
I look at the models and laugh at them, even low-intensity rats, and I always want to live.
It’s not worth it, but nobody wants to die.
Almost at the next minute, cousins and Li came in from outside the ward, and I didn’t think that people were here today.
My cousin was in love that day, and he was crying so hard in the ward, holding my hand and rubbing his nose and tearing my eyes.
Cousin cried and said, “Custom, you’re awake. How can I tell my cousin?
My cousin was a distant cousin of my mother’s, and my cousin told me to come to Beijing six years ago when I stepped on my foot, and I kept my cousin’s love in my heart.
I said, “No, we’re young enough for a few sticks.”
I smiled twice, and I felt the pain of the next round of my body.
Little Li Xiao Ling, put a pillow behind me and leaned on me to my bed. That’s a relief.
I asked my cousin how you got out of that fucking village yesterday.
Li said, Chen, yesterday you were in a coma for four days.
Li bends his chicken paws and beats me four.
I took out my cell phone and it scared me so much that it took me four days.
I’m in a coma and I’m in a coma.
It was only later that I learned that the hammers of the bear and the driver had killed me that night, and that it was no big deal for the model to die, that I had a stick on my face, that I had three broken ribs, that my spleen was broken, that my left arm was broken, and that there was a concussion on the head, but that cousins would be killed if they went later.
Li said, you don’t know that when you’re in a coma, we’re breaking your heart, and she won’t let anyone take you home for four days.
The model’s name is Wang Tsing and his cousin’s name is Liu.
It was a little hard for me to look at the model’s stupendous shape, to say the same thing to Li, to say the same thing.
The model is holding my hand, and I scratched the hand of the model, and the two eyes of the model fired a soft honey expression bag at me through a veil.
Little Li is still in the same position as the old lady and the old man, and it’s not easy to say that Liu’s doctor went to the hospital to get you an egg from the old Chinese doctor and said that it’s a child’s urine to cook eggs to make up the sun.
And listen to the Qur’an as if it were purified.
I looked in the eye, and I saw a bowl of golden boiled eggs in the bedside closet, and I touched my mouth, and I felt something strange in my mouth.
My cousin’s heart and strange brain hole.
I’m gonna make a smile on my cousin’s face. Thank you, brother. You’re worried. I’m dead.
Cousin’s teeth are on his head and he says, “Well, let’s just say it’s the bastards.
I’m busy asking what happened to my cousin, who was acting like a ghost.
Cousin told me about the consequences.
In fact, my cousin was as vigilant as I was, and he was upset to pick up the narcissistic director’s list from the start, and I had to write to me or call me on the phone three or five times a day, and then I was wrong and thought that he was getting old.
Fortunately, after my cousin got into the village, I suddenly lost my phone, and my cousin couldn’t get in touch.
My cousin was a scout in the army, but his brain wasn’t an ordinary job, knowing that the Emperor was fighting far away.
Cousin made a phone call to the old chief and then flew on his own and asked Li to move the toilet to drive to fire support.
As soon as he arrived, he met and told us what was going on, the old chief knew, through years of intuition, that something might happen.
Our own soldiers are in pain, and the old chief is a calf-protector, and we’re supposed to be in Wu’s village, and the conductor arrives at night to save my life and that of the model.
The villagers were on the rise, when the police fired several shots to get me out of the pile of people and the cousin, who was in love with me, did not control the fire, dragged the bear and the driver to the other side of the line, and had it not been for the police to fear something, he would have had to do his job.
At the time, the director of the narcissistic organization had found out that something had happened, that he had to pay for his medicine, that his cousin was in bad health, and that Li had sent me back to Beijing overnight and to the hospital.
When I was in a coma, it was said that the factory’s law firm had come once and said that the two million dollars had been paid for it.
I lamented with my mouth and said that it was worth two million dollars to lose.
The model said, “Damn it, you can’t be such a bitch if you’re rich.
The model was so angry that I looked at the model as a housewife, and I looked at the garlic, and I knew that the model was swaying again, and I didn’t dare to say anything.
I can see that. The old chief of cousins took the case seriously, and the food factory was closed for less than two days.
Cousin told me about the case.
The director of the narcissistic plant said they were not gangsters, but they were not gangsters.
The boss was pretty much real when he blew me off, and he was a real bull.
The director of the factory, who is not very old, graduated from a local polytechnic school and studied food science and engineering.
The narcissistic director did have the capacity to travel a few years after graduation and to work a few times, making him a small sum of money for three years on the condition that he would return to his country in four circles.
In the words of narcissistics, the return to the countryside was very quiet, and the narcissistics of poor aunts and aunts took over.
A man is a man, and a man who runs a business in a poor hill village like Wu’s is probably dead, but this narcissism is a way to live.
narcissistics visit the village, thinking of a little cake that the village family would make.
According to the director of the narcissistic narcissistic plant, the reason he’s thinking about this non-obstinate little cake is because the factory’s technical advisers, the old woman who’s been acting for us.
The old lady’s name is not Wu, she’s the daughter-in-law married to the village, and she’s a hard man.
Two decades ago, the old man took his son to work in the mine, and there was an accident in the mine, and the father and the son were buried beneath the ground as a mountain god, leaving the old wife alone to be widowed for half her life.
The manager and the old lady are neighbors, and the two neighborhoods are always good. When the factory director goes to college, the old lady makes a sack of cake for the factory director to bring back to school for dry food, which, in the words of the factory director, is a rare memory of the students.
The flat little cake, which brought the factory director to school, became, unexpectedly, a star snack for a fellow student, and it was unsure how to do it, because it tasted so good, smelled so strong in his mouth, and carried a little bit of sweetness and couldn’t stop.
With this plain cake, the director of the factory, a poor student who walks out of Wu’s village, has managed to blend in with his classmates.
This time, the manager naturally thought of this amazing little cake.
The narcissistics started with the old ladies and daughters-in-law in the village and made a few small cakes that didn’t taste like they were eating.
The narcissistic mind works, and as soon as it turns around, it’s not the same thing with the old lady’s cupcakes and those stupid women’s cupcakes.
The head of the narcissistic plant was entangled by the old lady, who had no idea what conditions had been reached.
It’s not the village’s specialty, it’s the old lady, it’s the business she brought when she married her daughter.
People in the village also find it delicious to learn from old ladies and learn from them.
But the old lady taught me how to make cakes, only a fur, and the village’s people made it as a bump, and it’s the real Lavore Killer that falls into the old lady’s hands.
The old lady said that when their mother made the cake, she added a special bug, which the old lady had learned at her home when she didn’t marry, so that the worms could be added to the cake to give the unsurprising heart a soul.
This bug is the yellow bug that served us.
The key to this yellow bug is that when the worm is simmering, it requires a young girl to do her cooking, and the older the insect’s daughter, the more delicate it is, the more alive the insect juice is, the better the cake tastes.
The old lady’s saying is a bit crooked, and the owner of the narcissistic narcissistic plant was a fresh-century undergraduate. He didn’t believe it at first, but it’s a bad idea to have bugs for a couple of months, but it’s a little too good to eat.
Smart people don’t fight.
The narcissistic narcissistic factory has changed the groceries to a big girl, rejuvenated the insects and the face.
The experiment was successful, and the world’s cupcakes were born in the village of Wu.
And once the cupcakes were sold to the market, the supply started running out of demand.
The director of the factory, who was born in the classroom, sought to industrialize, set up a small factory and made cake while raising insects, and watched as the business became redder.
The only problem is that as soon as it’s done, it’s used for the bugs, and as soon as it’s used for the worms, the women will have to follow it, but the cake is like the old-fashioned ones, and it’s just as good as finding an old woman.
Anyway, this little cake is a little bit of a choreography.
The most important thing is that it’s not a good job, but no one with a normal mind likes to drill in this ton of worms.
The director had to recruit from outside.
In the first place, the director of the factory hired a number of people in the name of a small supplyr, and the women who were hired to look at the insect, either run off on the spot, or in a few days there will be no one else, who can’t stand the excitement.
At that point, the cupcakes were on the verge of being cut off, and tens of millions of items were never available, and the sale was at stake.
The director turned his head again and turned to the name of a woman secretary to hire a food worker, so he tried to trick and kidnap a couple of young girls to make up the credit card for the dealer.
When the manager was put on trial, he thought that night he’d put everything together, and that the whole village would eat on it.
The old chief looked into the matter in some detail, and my cousin spoke clearly about the consequences.
I really don’t know whether to cry or laugh.
I hear this story like a movie script, and all of a sudden, there’s nothing left of it.
His cousin seemed to remember his revenge and kept his mind on the matter, calling the old chief to kill the narcissistic director.
The old chief’s attitude is interesting, and he started with a few phone calls, he said, “You’re my soldier, your brother’s family, and we can’t let our family suffer.”
My cousin also told me that he was waiting for you.
But the next few days, there was no news from the old chief.
Cousin’s got a temper. He called again.
This time, the old chief suddenly changed his voice and said that he was still investigating and could not conclude for the time being.
Cousin didn’t come back at that time, but, chief, we started with the bug, the cake with the bug.
The old chief said that the insects in the processing plant were in fact ordinary bread worms, which were tested by the local food testing institute and which were not special except for a slightly higher protein content, which could be used under food safety laws.
It’s not legal for a cousin to turn around and keep saying, “Well, it’s not legal for her to be a cook.”
The old director said that the local food-testing institute had conducted a further survey, saying that it was an antique process, that girls were generally sweaty and cleaner than their elders, and that the contamination of insect juice was thus relatively low, and that it allowed for a greater variety of microbes in the insect juice, which could greatly improve the taste of cakes and was theoretically scientific.
After all, my cousin is an old society that fell out of a storm, and this stupid brain is now beginning to understand that things have changed.
Cousin was on the phone and said, “Hey, old chief, tell me the truth.
After a minute of silence on the phone, the old chief said to his cousin that the food processing plant had become more and more red-hot, and had already registered in the city, where it was being given a new piece of land to expand its scope and branding it as a pole for the whole city’s food industry. Besides, I’m sure your profession is a blurry zone, pillar. I think it’s over.
Cousin’s nickname is Second column.
After he hung up on the phone the other day, he smoked three cigarettes in the bathroom of the ward. The smoke sensors in the ward were reported to the police. The nurse doctor came in with a fire extinguisher to hold his cousin down.
It wasn’t until the nurses got out of the room that cousins came to me with a red eye and threw themselves in two mouths, and a man of a millimetres fell on my bed and said, “Cuscoon, cousin, he’s no good. Let’s settle this.”
I looked at my cousin’s slap marks, and I said, “What’s the matter with her?”
Katya’s cousin’s daughter will be in first grade next year.
Cousin looked at me with a red eye and said, “Damn school room.”
I’m smiling.
I had to be a rat’s awareness.
Where the light comes from, the rats always feel eyeballed.
The letter of understanding was signed in the ward, when the head of the narcissistic narcissistic plant was wearing two right-hand arms, a big bear and a driver, and the three men came to the ward with a very nice dress, a black-sealed black-coloured, black-clothed shirt, one man with a bunch of daisies in his hand and three daisies all over my bed.
There’s no disorder.
That’s when the model yelled at you with the garlic head, saying if you’re looking at a patient or a funeral, you’re dressed like that!
The director of the narcissistic narcissistic organization also suffered, saying that we had hired a ceremonial teacher to express our sadness.
I know this narcissistic plant has a different brain than the rest of us.
I’m laughing, Director. Congratulations.
The narcissistic director also smiled and congratulated Mr. Chen on making a fortune.
Big Bear says we don’t know each other. I’ve been thinking about you for two days.
I smiled and said, “Yeah, yeah, I don’t know.”
The driver also said, “Yes, brother, I’ll come to Wu’s village and go to my home.”
I’m laughing and I’m yelling at you.
The day was a peaceful scene in the ward, and I was smilingly signing the letter of understanding, the amount of which was two million, and the factory director looked at it with the letter of understanding that I signed and then he said, “I wrote a good hand, and it’s so sweet.”
I sat in a wheelchair and talked to the director of the narcissistic narcissistic factory about the charisma of Wu’s village, as if we had been old friends for many years. The storm in Wu’s village never happened. I was just bit by a dog, and the director just came to visit as an old friend.
The world of adults is so boring.
The model cried the other day after the manager left, and the model cried, saying, “We’re so cheap, we can sell ourselves if we’re out of here.”
I said, “Yeah, we’re so cheap.”
Model says, “It’s good to have money. I want to have money too.
I said, “Yeah, that’s great.
I looked at the light outside the window and carefully blocked my eyes.
I stayed in the hospital for two months, and the money was paid by the narcissistic enthusiasts.
I wanted to go to work, but my cousin kept telling me that you’re young and you’re getting sick, and you don’t have any after-effects.
I know it’s my cousin’s guilt to make it up to me.
I didn’t eat a single meal, I split 50 models, I kept 50, Sonhana and the dancers gave 25, and the other 50 forced me to my cousin.
The model didn’t want it at first, and he said, “Changa, this is the money you bought your life for. I can’t eat your blood.
That’s a good word.
I’m staring at you and saying, “What’s wrong with you?” At least one third of the blood in this man’s bloodbath is your own.
I say wake up the dreamer, the model gets the money.
I smiled and said, “Go ahead.”
Songhana and the dancers were in no trouble, having been scared in Wu’s village and having been rescued for a few days.
That’s what we do in this business, rich and poor.
When I looked for these two men, they started looking at my phone, and they refused to answer, and I knew that they were worried that I would take the case to find them as dirty witnesses and expose them.
I got a message from an intermediary and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not calling you as witnesses.
These two morons didn’t even think about the cheap.
As soon as I heard that, two people picked up my phone at the speed of light and asked for the card number for money.
They asked me where I was staying, asked me to come to the hospital at noon and said that the lovers were sincere in their words and asked me what they wanted to bring me at noon. I said it was no use, but it was good.
I was too simple to overestimate the virtues of the young people today, and I waited for mid-day lunch to get out of the hospital, and the two men dropped the phone and disappeared again.
After that, the model said that they shouldn’t have been split.
I said that, although it is not the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same or the same.
My cousin’s 50 years old and I’ve been beating him to death, and it’s taken me a day to write it down on my phone, and I’m finally saying it’s for you, and it’s a big deal for Qa to go to school next year and buy a school room, even if I’m a little bit of an uncle.
Cousin was very moved the other day and said I’ll save it for you.
I smiled and said yes, but I didn’t keep it.
Six years ago, when I stepped on my feet, and I looked warm, my cousin didn’t give up my past and called me to Beijing and gave me a chance to eat.
The grace of dripping, when the springs report.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
