What kind of experience is parents stupid?

My mother was 42 years old and brought home an odd snake pot to have a son.

Said my mom would have a son every night.

I was forced by them to shed blood with needles, and I was often numb.

A month later, my mom was really pregnant, but she started eating blood and eating raw eggs and fish chips…

One.

Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand-Your-Friendly-Friendly-Friendly. From the moment I remember, they never looked at me.

Even if my parents are in town, they don’t go home often.

They also come to the door from time to time to breed, to roll around, and to scold.

My parents were trying hard to have a son, and for years, my family’s tasted like medicine, the hospital ran regularly, and my parents tried the tube.

Grandfathers and Grandmothers have been begging for Cham Bham Buddha, and they have all kinds of recipes for their children, but they have no problems, and they have never been pregnant again.

My father loves boys in his bones, don’t hug me, don’t even talk to me.

But seeing other boys outside, he was so passionate, he would kiss, so everyone around my house knew that my parents were crazy.

By the way, I’m Tsui Hong.

It didn’t stop until my mom made 40, ran out of test tubes, had too much physical damage.

Grandpa and Grandma didn’t stop crying with relatives, saying that they were too old to die, not even a grandkids, not dying, and how?

And in their eyes I was not their granddaughter, taking possession of the children of their old family, and standing in the way of their grandchildren.

My parents were advised by relatives to adopt a boy or to follow him from home.

My grandparents also agreed that as long as people were willing to bring their children back and throw them a bowl, they would leave their homes, all of them to their grandchildren, and give money to their parents.

The funny thing is, they say these things never leave me alone, as if the old Tsui family had nothing to do with me.

Grandma called me more than once, and the family of the old Tsui gave me birth and raised me up was a great favour to me, and said that I had cast myself in their house and stood in the way of her grandson.

My parents never helped me talk, maybe at the bottom of their hearts, and thought I was in their way.

So I started with a free teacher’s degree, and almost all of them were in school, working in a dormitory and trying not to go back.

I’m not going home after New Year, just my dad and my mom.

When I was a kid, I’d rather be home alone for a week, and I wouldn’t go back, and now I’m so big.

But this year, my father came back from his home with an old-fashioned altar, saying that Grandpa and Grandma had deliberately dug it out of their grandparents’ grave, and that it was Seo’s family, and it would have made my mother pregnant.

He called me back on the phone, and he told me, excitedly, that he would definitely let 45-year-olds do it again and my mother would give their old Tsui’s house a fire.

I’m so numb to this now that I’m watching my mom with the same eyes.

And I said, “Oh, you guys try, I’m going back to work. I’m sorry.

But my parents stopped me, saying that the altar was to feed the blood of the old Tsui’s family, and that I was to sleep at home, put it under my bed, and that my sister was to bed for my brother.

From the moment I remembered, there were so many things that my grandparents had to do.

And my dad is me. They never think I’m an old Seo’s.

And my mother pulled me in one hand, and she got excited with her eyes: “You can stay at home for a few months, I cook for you every day, and you don’t have to eat. Don’t you want to buy a house?”

“If you do what we say, me and your dad will give you $20,000 to buy a house. “My mother is very sincere.

“We’re your parents, we’re asking you to do something for us and for money…” My dad called me.

But when my mother coughed, she laughed, and said, “Give it to me, but I’ll pay you back.” I’m sorry.

I’ve always wanted to buy a house. Every time I was a kid, my grandparents came to see me, they just threw me out.

Said it was her son’s room and she didn’t want to see me.

From then on, I wanted a house of my own.

I’ve saved tens of thousands of dollars for two years of work and part-time work, and we’ve got low house prices and low down payment requirements, and if we have 20,000, we can borrow some more from our colleagues and I can barely get a two-room down payment.

So after my dad turned me around for $10,000, I took two clothes home.

That night, my parents gave a confession to the old altar, the humble smell, and once it was finished, they took out a needle and stuck it on my fingertips.

I thought it was just a drop of blood at the altar, but my dad let me put my hand in.

It’s the old pottery opening, uncovered, dirty, unscathed, with a thick ash, and even the mouth of the bowl is a sticky thing.

I didn’t want to go in there, but it’s a little thicker than my arm, and when I go in there, it’s so dirty and it’s disgusting.

There’s probably some kind of plaster that’s used to collect bones and pelvis.

But my dad grabbed my hand before I noticed, and he shoved it in.

I was about to pull it out and my mother held me dead, “You don’t think your grandma’s going to die and your mom can’t stand up to her. Can you help me? I’m sorry.

She said that she was crying and I looked at the wrinkles and yellow spots on her face and the white hair behind her ears, and suddenly felt sorry for her, and I never struggled again.

My father put my hand on the altar, and his eyes were on the outside, as if he could see it through the walls.

When my hand was in it, it clearly felt empty, and I didn’t care. It was just for a little while and turned my head and looked at my dad. I’m sorry.

My father was nervous and excited to stare at the walls of the altar, and he was dying to crush my arm, and I couldn’t wait to put my whole arm in the altar.

“How long…” I look like a little oil on my clothes and a little wax stain.

But as soon as it came out, it felt like a needle in the finger, like a cold, warm thing.

I’m scared of a strong spirit, and I want to pull my hand out: “What is in this?” I’m sorry.

“Just a moment! Just a moment! “My father stares at the walls of the altar, and he strangles me with one hand, and he presses me on the shoulder: “Soon!”

It was so scary, the whole thing was hairy.

My dad was too tight, and my mom was holding me, and she couldn’t pull my arm out, just staring at my dad and asking what he was looking at.

Seeing on top of the filthy balconies, as if the mist had gathered slowly, and the dust had slowly plattered, and as if the glass had been suffocated, two pontoons of snakes had appeared on it.

“It’s true, it’s true! I’m sorry.

He’s gonna pull my arm out of the kitchen with all the excitement in his arms.

My mom pushed me away and followed my dad to the kitchen in a hurry, and she was excited: “Do you really feed blood and have two snake ropes?” I’m sorry.

Snake graft, the snake is mating.

They just left, and no one asked me why I was scared and why I screamed.

I’m used to it, I look at my finger, and I see it’s not bleeding, but it’s white and it really sucks.

I was curious to see the sound of water coming from the kitchen.

My parents picked up two bowls of water and poured it into the altar. I was thinking, is it watery?

But then my father was excited to pour water into the altar, pouring it out, two bowls of water into it, and he got upset, and he fell over it.

Strangely, there’s nothing alive out there.

When my father dropped down the altar, I went in and took a look at it, and the two entangled snakes outside the altar seemed to be getting clearer and clearer and could see the blades on them.

He took his phone and took it to the altar, where it was as if it had been carved, and there was something red like blood, and it was on the wall, like a snake head, and it was pretty real.

I was watching and I heard the noise coming from the side.

Turn your head and my parents drank the two dishes of potted water.

And when it pours out, it is dark, and it carries many dust, and they are not dirty.

I tried to stop it, but they drank it and then they swallowed it back in their mouths.

All these years, they’ve had a lot of water and ash.

When I was a kid, I poured their gray water, and my mother beat me straight to death and called me selfish and didn’t want her to have a son.

When she was 38 years old, she had a test tube, an ovulation needle, and the whole stomach was swollen like a drumming toad, and the whole body was swollen.

I didn’t work that year, and I saw her dying in bed, and I had to take her to the bathroom, and I couldn’t get up.

I told her not to give birth, even if I didn’t have a son, and then I worked, and I raised her so she wouldn’t care what my dad and grandma thought.

But she yelled at me, saying that I was hoping she wouldn’t have a son so I could have her house, that she wouldn’t sell it for me.

When my dad knew, he told me not to go back for a while, so I didn’t want to do anything bad so their son could not be born.

After that We knew that she would be advised, and that We would not advise.

After my parents drank of the sewage that fell out of the pot, they laid it under my bed with humility and respect, and told me three times, and slept in it.

My dad’s gonna blackmail me if I don’t do this, don’t say 10,000 dollars back and give him back the $10,000 in front.

They didn’t have a son to retire, and then they and their grandparents wanted me to raise them alone.

I just listen to them and laugh.

They had to go back to their room.

They rushed me back from work, and they didn’t ask me if I ate or not, and they were just doing it.

It’s like it’s got a prick in it.

I sterilised the needle, picked it up, and I didn’t see anything, but it was very alien.

But it did not find anything, so I put my coat in the water, and I made a fresh egg face, and when I ate it, the mattress in their room began to squeak.

The mattress was recommended by a health-care salesman, more than 50,000, who said it had jade stones in it, which were strong, and that it could stimulate the reproductive system, free Y chromosomes and ensure that they had sons.

I was going to go to high school, and my parents bought mattresses with money, so I went to a free five-year teacher’s degree.

But the mattress wasn’t as good as the regular mattress, and they were lying on it, and they squeaked as they turned, not to mention radio gymnastics.

I ate noodles, I had the biggest volume of my phone, I had a little video on it, but the squeaks were ringing, and there was some bang.

At this age, you’re not afraid to blink!

Finally, I pulled two faces and went back to my room, covered in earplugs.

For some time now, I’ve been brushing, and I feel like something’s moving under the bed sheet.

It’s like there’s a long piece of stuff crawling a little bit along the sheets.

And it was as if there was something moving slowly, as if there was something crawling in that needle wound.

Two.

I felt something crawling in my bed, and I got scared, and I just opened up the covers and there was nothing on the sheets.

It’s really getting stronger and stronger in the finger wound, and I took a look at it, and there’s nothing but a little red.

The sound of squeaks in the next room continues because of too much noise and an earplug is ripped off.

I’ve been feeling sick, thinking about the altar under the bed, and I’m lying by the bed and looking down.

And when the bed is bare on its back and its head turns upside down, it is as if a little child had his knees shrunk and strangled under the bed.

It’s like there’s an eye on me.

I was scared of a spirit, turned around and rushed out of bed.

Listen to the squeaks in the living room. I don’t even want to stay at home.

It’s really early. It’s just after 8:00. There’s a lot of people walking down the stairs. Look at me.

When I got to the bus station, my mom called and asked me where I was and why I wasn’t in bed.

I had no chance to explain it, and it was just a scolding to me that if I didn’t go back to the bed to make the bed, she would take the altar to my dorm and put it under my bed.

When I think of the sympathy that those neighbors had in their eyes, and the pain in their hearts for a while, did I let my colleagues and kindergarten parents look at me like that?

I bit my teeth and I went back.

That night, my mother wanted to tie me to the bed, and I thought about the way the snake crawled into bed, lit a round of mosquitoes, and overstretched the bed.

Then the stitches were sterilized and tied with an opening so that they could sleep.

It’s probably too scary to look down on the bed just now, all I dream about is a kid with a knee, stomping around, looking at me with a little head, a lot of snakes slowly entangling him, just a little bit drilling into him.

He reached out to me and called me sister.

I woke up at around 5:00 a.m., washed my face, went to kindergarten, and looked at these lovely kids all day, and I was kind of floating.

The following month, I had dinner in kindergarten, went to a part-time tutor outside, and my mother called at 9:00 p.m.

Every night they forced me to drop blood into the altar, and for the first time I had the taste of being sucked, I refused to put my hand in it, and if they did, I would smash it, so I would drop it from the mouth.

They wash the altar every night and drink water.

The altar is held every day and washed, and its wraps fall off, and the swirling snakes grow.

I don’t know who carved such an arena full of snakes!

I specifically bought snake-exposure powder at pharmacies, put a firecracker on the head of the bed, and prepared a lighter to sleep every night where it was possible to reach out.

I don’t know if it’s psychological, but my parents are alive every night after drinking the water, and they’re pushing me back early, so they’re going to sleep early and do radio gymnastics.

There is nothing to be afraid of except that every night I dreamt of a small, convulsed child that was swallowed up by a snake.

I’ve had a lot of patience since I was a kid.

It’s only every night that hemorrhages his fingers, although small, and it’s always felt that there’s a prick in the spot, even if the little needle heals, sometimes when it’s accidentally touched, and it’s not strong but it’s obvious.

With more needles, the more my left hand hurts, like a rheumatism, and my left shoulder starts to sink.

Sometimes I sleep until midnight, my left arm is numb, and I wake up alive.

I went to the school doctor at the garden, and I didn’t find anything from the wound. I just said I might be used to the left shoulder backpack, so I felt heavy, and the night fell asleep, or psychologically.

Make sure there’s no problem, I’m in the garden day, part-time at night, and there’s art school classes on weekends, and it’s not too painful.

Until a month later, one night I came home and my mom suddenly told me she was pregnant and I was having a brother.

She must be the brother!

I was surprised. She was 42!

But it’s not like my parents are happy.

With my last test tube experience, I offered to move back.

“You’re going to make bed for your brother. “My mother was covered in her stomach, and she had happiness all over her face.

For over a month, I came home early and late, rarely looking at her.

And now she’s happy, as if her skin were better than before, and the wrinkles are still gone, but the yellow spots are gone and the skin is white and tender and it’s like she’s wearing something thin and she’s reflecting light.

It’s like catfish in the abdomen!

It’s a lot whiter, it’s like it’s like it’s been a long time, and it’s like it’s a little reflecting.

“Mom. “You’ve got a nice skin lately.” I’m sorry.

“Oh, yeah? People are happy. My mother touched her hand and touched her face: “My colleague also said I had no white hair and the whole person was so young. I’m sorry.

She does look white and clean, and even a few moles on her face are getting smaller.

It’s just kind of white. It looks a little weird.

Anything else, my dad brought a plate from the kitchen. It’s a good fish.

And there’s a bowl of live fish with onions and soy sauce and all these little fish shrimps in the river that’s still alive, and some of them are dancing in the can.

We’re not used to this diet.

My mom was so excited to have chopsticks and start eating so fast that the fish didn’t even touch the sauce, that she washed it in her mouth and swallowed it without chewing.

The little live fish is a chopstick and swallows it.

My dad’s happy to ask her if he’ll eat again tomorrow.

My mother has recently been very fond of this kind of fish and has said that fish protein is high and good for my brother.

And We advised them not to eat anything that is raw, and has many parasites.

“A pregnant woman picks up her mouth, and it proves that the child is blessed. Your brother must be blessed. * My mother has a stomach that hasn’t changed *

They had a “brother” and I even asked, did they go to the hospital and didn’t return to me, and finally I knocked on the table and told me that I had.

I looked at that test report, and my mother was pregnant, and, while it was strange, she had to take care of her diet and go to her room.

Maybe because I’m pregnant, my parents didn’t let me drop blood in the altar, but they put it in my bed, still tough enough, saying that I wanted my sister to get my brother to bed.

And again, I was warned that if I did not return, they would come to me with this strange altar.

When I was so old, I saw them so happy, and I did the test tube, but I did it twice in a row, and I didn’t know what was missing.

Only that night, I heard a voice shouting “I’m hungry” and “I’m hungry.”

I’m not feeling well, like I’m hungry, like I’m in pain, and my left hand is starting to get hurt.

It’s like it’s getting worse and harder to sleep, and it’s like it’s getting worse.

The dream was full of snakes entwined and flooded with a convulsed child, who seemed to have some blood on his body, as if the first night I looked upside down under the bed and looked at me with my eyes.

It’s not until I wake up in the morning.

I’m having a bad physiology period, and this time it’s been over 40 days, so it’s really big, and all night it’s covered in sheets and cotton, and it’s not sleeping well.

I had to change my clothes, I had to change the sheets and the cotton on the mats, and I found the blood water, even the cotton, permeating through the sheet, just to drop it on the altar below.

There’s a few drops of blood in the jar, and I’m looking at the jars of snakes and snakes, and I just feel numb.

I don’t know if it was just here, but the blood that went on and on and on and on and on and on, it was weird.

I was so busy putting the cotton on the side, carrying a sheet to the toilet and thinking of taking it away from my mother.

When I first came to the physiology period, I dirtyed the sheets and the cotton, I secretly washed the sheets, and my mother found the blood on the cotton.

Scolding me was too much to dirty her blanket, and it wouldn’t have happened to a son.

I’m going to get this tampons dirty by blood, and I’m going to find a place to renovate it.

But just as I was walking through the living room with the sheets, my mom was sitting at the restaurant and eating breakfast, like eggs.

She seems to be in a good mood, seeing me out, shrugging my nose, looking at the sheets I’m holding, looking at my face, and suddenly seeing what’s going on.

But her eyes were staring at the sheets that I was holding, pointing the eggs in her hand to the mouth, going up to the one and sucking them in.

That’s when I found out she was eating raw eggs?

It’s a tip of the egg, and then it’s the egg fluid.

“I’ll wash you. You go to work. Don’t be late. “My mother stood up and put her hand over the covered sheets as if she was trying to find out where it was dirty.

She always thought that one of my daughters was bad, and these things were just reminding her that I was a girl, so every time I had a physiology period, she was more violent than she was.

Don’t give me dirty sheets. I asked her for a tampons in junior high. She threw me in the face and called me a waste of money.

Besides, she’s pregnant, and she can’t do it, so I don’t have to.

So I held on to the sheets, “I’ll do it myself. You watch your body. I’m sorry.

“I’ll do it! “My mother took the sheet, stared at a wet blood stain on it, and snuffed her mouth.

It’ll be close. She smells like…

I looked at the eggshell in the trash can at the table, and I looked at my mom’s face a little bit like a fish belly, and it was like a wet egg clean, and it tasted like it.

And she’s got her hands and it looks like she’s got it.

But just as I looked at her hand, she pulled the blood on the sheet slowly, like smelling and…

With your tongue?

“Mom! “I was completely frightened by the thoughts in my head and I cried out.

My mother seemed scared, and she flashed on her face and yelled at me, “Call out the spirit!” You can’t even see the shadows. I’m sorry.

I went to the toilet with the sheets. I was in a hurry.

She yelled at me, laughed, turned around and looked in the trash and lost half a barrel of eggs.

“Mom, there’s still less food and parasites.” I’m sorry.

“You know what? Eggs are nourished. “Why haven’t you left?” I’m sorry.

He only bought him and my mom’s breakfast, obviously not mine.

I turned around and packed the cotton, and this move felt like a heat surge, and I thought I’d say hi to my mom and change the tampons, or I’d stand on the bus, afraid of leaks.

But as I pushed the toilet door, I saw my mother holding a sheet in her arms, with a piece in her mouth, stinging.

She’s covered in blood. She’s covered in sheets!

3

I saw my mother with the blood of her aunt on the sheets, and the whole person was astonished, and she seemed to have no feelings and was still snorting with her head down.

After one place had been sucked, she stretched out her hand and put blood-stained sheets in her mouth, squeezing them.

She didn’t seem to find it at all. I stood at the door, and I was so greedy and greedy.

Mom? “I was careful to scream.

My mom doesn’t even look at me.

My dad came by in a hurry to see this scene, and he was surprised.

Then it came to mind, pulling it out of my face, pulling out a bag of breakfast from the table and stuffing it in my hand: “Come on, don’t scare the little brother in your mother’s belly, go to work. I’m sorry.

I just wanted to say something, and he pushed me out, and he was so strong that I sat on the floor and stuffed two of my buns.

When I looked at the doors closed, I felt a heat flow pouring down, with all my mother’s blood on the sheets and her abnormal diet and fish abdomen face with slime.

I’ve seen a lot of things since I was a kid.

I thought this was the first time they had a scene, but I didn’t think my mom was really pregnant and it was weird.

Eat fish, eat raw eggs, understand, what’s with the blood of the aunt?

The small abdominal pains, the sound of a dream last night screaming “I’m starving” and the blood that I came to and dripped into the altar.

I took the pain, grabbed the buns and shot the ash on the plastic bag.

Pulling the trigger and calling a parent of a kindergarten called Zhang Chong-hoon.

Zhang Ying-Ling used to fake the spell in kindergarten, and had a stylish pattern, sometimes tearing up a piece of paper, spitting on our heads, saying it was a charm, and we zombies were locked up.

When asked later, his uncle was a monk and used to play with him.

It doesn’t feel right, but that’s all I know right now.

Parents are now more careful about the kindergarten teacher, and when I ask, I’ll call right away and send me the phone number so we can talk.

I took a half-day leave with the kindergarten and, after Zhang’s mother called, asked me to go to a park to find a man named Zhang Takeo and sent me a photo.

I looked, not far, bit my teeth, hit a car.

At 7 a.m., a bunch of great-grandfathers were practicing Tai Chi swords, led by a 20-year-old brother with a sword in his hand, and danced like a fish when it was slow and fast as a dragon.

When I got here, I carried my chin, made a little look at me, made music dances and showed my lords how to turn a sword, and then pulled a towel, stood far away, looked at me and wrinkled.

I stood up for a while, and I felt like I couldn’t hold on.

I’m gonna say something before I even do.

And he pointed to me, “There is a toilet where you wash your hands.” I’m waiting for you at the commissary. I’m sorry.

I’ll start with him and look at him like I know something.

Yeah! He also touched me a little tissue.

“Thank you. I picked up the towel and went straight to the toilet.

When I came out, I saw him sitting in the commissary and eating tea eggs, and I ordered two cups of soybean soy, and I was given a cup of “hot, drink.” I’m sorry.

He kept his head on the table, and after his exercise, he was covered in sweat.

I didn’t pick up, and I handed it to me: “Drinking and saying that you’re in a bit of trouble, so you can’t hurry. I’m sorry.

I knew I couldn’t hurry, so I took the soy milk, looked around and found out that there was no one here, and this was the beginning to end.

He gave me paper towels, so there was nothing to hide from my relatives, not to mention my mother’s blood on the sheets.

And when I had finished, he shrugged his nose and said to me, “Do you have a picture of the altar?” I’m sorry.

And I shook my head: “It was strange, and I felt creepy looking at it, and I didn’t dare take pictures. I’m sorry.

“So you want me to go to your house and watch the altar? * He’s pulling a towel on his hair, staring at me. *

“I paint for you. “I took a little notebook out of my bag, and I showed him the look of the altar, and the snakes that were twirling it, and the red snake head that looked at it.

“Yo, I can’t believe I can’t believe you’re still teaching painting. And he looked at me, and he dazzled his eyes, and said, “Why is this snake-head half-dwelling? I’m sorry.

“It’s like it’s sculpted. It just shows a head on top. I handed him the book, whispering, “As my parents say, it was dug out of my grandparents’ grave, and I don’t know if it’s true.” I’m sorry.

He took the book and looked at it for a while, whispering, “It’s true that the serpent mates, and it’s a reproductive worship, and listens to what your parents used to do, and it seems to be right.” And by the power of the snakes, they can have sons. I’m sorry.

I listened to him, and I looked at him, and I looked at him, and I said, “That’s why my mother’s situation is normal. I’m sorry.

“It’s not normal. “What’s wrong with your mother, I don’t know, is you.” I’m sorry.

I listened to the insinuation of the abdomen, and they said that they did not like the women.

“Ahem! “Sir, you have misunderstood, your hand. I’m sorry.

I don’t know yet, but the instinct turns from the needle to the blood, and it always hurts.

And the new bamboo smiled and smoked soybean: “So you still feel it? I’m sorry.

“What’s the problem? I didn’t know that he knew that my hand was uncomfortable, or that he really saw something else.

He threw his sword at me and laughed, “You’re in a hurry. It’s morning, it’s afternoon.” You drink my soybean, do me a favor. I’m sorry.

That’s not a bad thing to say, but after he said it, he coughed himself twice and said to me, “I have a lesson in the morning, and I’m short of a tutor. Come here. I’m sorry.

I heard a little bit of a hurry: “Didn’t you say help me with this?” Why are you going to class? I’m sorry.

A new bamboo glanced at me, with the sword, and pointed to the sky, saying, “The sun is rising in the morning, and what is in your hand will not come out, preferably after the sun sets, and it will grow.” You didn’t realize that your hands were not so heavy in the morning. I’m sorry.

That’s true.

I just took half a day off, didn’t go to class, and one of his monks went to class.

“Let’s go. Zhang took a big bag out of the commissary and a towed megaphone: “Leave me a favor, Mr. Seo is fine. I’m sorry.

I thought since he came, he knew I had problems with my hand and saw something, so he reached out and brought him the tape.

But before you touch it, your left hand hurts like a needle.

“Respect the lady. Just follow! “I’ve got a glimpse of my hand and a sign that I’m going.

He pulled the soundbox to a half-cooled place in the park where he had been waiting for a lot of mothers in white clothes and big red fan to start their work.

A new bamboo came out of the bag and took a picture of me: “Sit down here today in a special case.” Wait, I’ll let you turn on the music, on my mark. I’m sorry.

When the moms saw him, they came up and said how late he was today, and they threw their own buns, their steam, their soybean, into a new bamboo.

And I was looking at you, laughing and asking for a new bamboo.

He was just laughing and kicking, and then he started to teach moms how to dance with the red fan in the bag.

First of all, it’s like screaming for the beat, and don’t tell me that the new bamboo is so loose and its face is so full of smiles, but it’s so strong, it dances differently from the old ladies, and it’s so sweet, and it’s so sweet.

But it’s a bit of a pain in the back. The music stops, the music goes forward.

I sat there and he made me turn around.

The moms were not well trained, and they were in a hurry, and he was laughing at them.

And when the sun rises, my mother stops working and says, “Let’s eat at their house with Zhang Takeh, and look at me and Zeng Takeh.

The new bamboo is only sweating and laughing: “Eat is free, I have something to ask you.” I’ve got a weird jar here, and aunts are familiar. I’m sorry.

Follow me to my eyes: “Read, bring out the drawings on the book and give your aunts a hand.” I’m sorry.

And the aunts were standing up and screaming, “We’ve got bad teeth and we’re all sore.” I’m sorry.

I was staring at a new bamboo. He called me Mr. Seo. Maybe he heard it from Zhang, but how did he know my name?

“Come on.” I’m sorry.

I look at these 70-80-year-old aunts, who still have a good mind, and probably know what Shinji thinks.

Take out the book that painted the altar and hand it to the aunts.

As soon as those aunts saw the snake-covered altar, they waved at each other, expressing fear, not looking, covering their chests, as if they were scared.

There’s no one to pick up the book. Just curious.

One of the crane-haired aunts heard it was all snakes.

Followed by the glass, came to me and looked down at the altar painted on that book.

The snakes on this jar, which are simply sculpted, are lined up, and the sculptor is not fine.

The aunt looked at the altar, and her hands were shaking with a warm glass, and all the raw tea that was in it came out.

She squeezed the lid, tried to put it on several times, but it didn’t seem to fit it.

Aunt? “I see, put down the book and reach for her and cover her warm cup.

But she found her hands cold, and I touched her, as if she was scared.

Look me in the eye and say, “Your last name is Tsui?”

I’ve had a bit of a rush, and I’ve been drinking with fresh bamboo, and I didn’t call me “Mr. Tsui.” I’m sorry.

This aunt clearly knows the story of the altar!

I was just about to say something, and the aunt turned her hand back and looked at me with her frown, and she looked at me, and she said, “Ah-ah-ah!

She came up with something and she said to me, “Is your mother pregnant again? Don’t go home. Don’t come near your mother. Don’t ever touch your mother again! I’m sorry.

4

After all that, she seemed to think of something bad, and took the warmth cup, and left in a hurry, even the big red fan and the handbag.

She clearly knew something, and I cried twice, trying to catch up with her, but she was pulled by a new bamboo, and she shook her head at me: “Don’t worry. I’m sorry.

I’m a little confused by Shinji’s attitude, but I think he’ll have to listen to him.

Those aunts seem to have been scared of the snake and the other one and left in a hurry.

We were all gone, and that’s why I asked Shinji: “Are we going to her?” I’m sorry.

But he just shook his head at me: “The aunt was Ting Ding, the director of the village housekeeper before he retired. I’ve never seen anything like this before, and I’m scared of you. I’m sorry.

He said, “Look at the sun and say to me, “Go find a place to rest, and then make sure your house is occupied and take me back to the altar.” I’m sorry.

It’s true that the altar is in trouble.

I packed up, called my mom and asked her if she saw my book that I left at home last night.

Actually, I’m not sure if my mom’s going out, and now she’s pregnant, and I’m afraid my dad won’t go out and watch her all day.

The first two years of the test tube, they were like this, they didn’t work, they ate the old ones, they wanted to give birth to the son of my mother.

When I first got to work, my mother forced me to pay them a thousand dollars a month because she was afraid that I would spend my money so I could give her my salary card and see if I could get in.

My salary was low, and they almost emptyed their old books for the test tube, went to kindergarten and visited me a few times, saying that after that, my mother had to put it in the belly of the embryo, and said that it hurt, and I had to transfer them a thousand times a month.

My mom let it go twice. It’s all gone.

After knowing that I was working part-time, and looking for 2,000 a month, I kept telling them I wanted to buy a house and borrow money.

Even if they yell at me, a woman buys a house, and then marrys a man and buys him, they pay him, and they save it for me, and how.

I yelled at them, and they didn’t come in, and they talked to them once a week, for six months, and they didn’t dare ask me for any more money.

So for my mom’s baby, my mom and dad don’t work. It’s possible.

The phone was ringing, and my mother was saying something vaguely, like eating something and the water was still ringing.

I was wondering, “Mom?” I’m sorry.

“Your mom’s out eating, you won’t go back to get it yourself. My dad just yelled and hung up.

He shouted loudly, and he coughed down at him, and said to me, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.

I’m a little embarrassed to cough, too, and I’m taking my phone and I’m gonna drop a car.

But I saw a new bamboo pull a car key out of the bag with Tai Chi, the big red fan, to the corner of the park, and the sound of the car unlocking went off.

As I was surprised to see him, he picked me a tweak, “What, do I look so poor?” I’m sorry.

I was so busy shaking my head, watching him dance the Tai Chi sword, then the fan dance, and then I had time to be a zombie for my nephew.

The new bamboo, however, pulled the co-pilot and said to me, “You don’t understand that, but my mother has had enough experience, has a lot of contacts and knows more.” I don’t know anything about foreign affairs. Ask me. I don’t know anything about family. I’m sorry.

“They’ve all been out of the country at their age. Who married the new daughter-in-law and who broke up with the two of them? I’m sorry.

“They know that some of these things are going to get me into business, and they’re going to give me information, and they’re going to tell me the solutions, and they’re going to use people’s resources to help me. “Sippai’s face was full of worship and reached out to my gentleman, suggesting that I should sit in.

The head said, “When I’ve finished reading the altar, I’ll take you to Aunt Ding to calm down and make sure she knows what happened to it, and she’ll say everything. I’m sorry.

He’s pretty good at it. I look at the interior of the car, I think I’m bleeding, and I say thank you.

A new bamboo glanced at my sat bag and blinked, and it turned around and drove.

It’s embarrassing to be on the road, and I feel heavy on my left hand from time to time, and I say, “How do you see my left hand is a problem?” I’m sorry.

“You better not know. “When I do it for you, you know it.” I’m sorry.

He’s a little confused, he’s a little embarrassed in the car, and I thought I’d ask him if there’s something wrong with the altar.

So I heard a new bamboo hand banging on the wheel and laughing, “Do you remember how many times I saw you when I picked up?” I’m sorry.

“Ah?” I’m a bit delirious.

Parents are not allowed to go to school during the epidemic, pick up their cards, hand them over to the door, and then we send them to the door.

It’s all a matter of time. I always take a couple of kids to the door, I get them to identify their parents and then I hand them over.

But after school hours, when there’s so many people, I’m just a polite greeting, knowing that I’m not a parent, first having the child identify and then making a phone call with the parents, and then letting him go, I’m not sure I can’t remember his face.

That’s what I’m talking about.

He’s just laughing and driving.

This park is not far from my parents’ house. I went downstairs to make sure my parents weren’t there.

When I came into the room, I found that the blood-infested cotton had been laid on the bed in the morning, only in the blood-infested area, and had been emptied.

The mouth that was excavated from the cotton just happens to see the weird jar underneath the bed.

I don’t know if it was my parents or…

I put this bad idea down, and I saw it with a new bamboo.

He looked at the altar by his bed, and he swung and pulled me, “This is a problem, go first!” I’m sorry.

But when he pulled me, there was an opening.

“I’m hungry, hurry up.” I’m sorry.

Shinji blinked at me, spread out.

I looked at him and put him in the closet.

I don’t have a lot of clothes in this house, my mother’s closet, where my clothes are hanging, almost empty.

I was about to go out and the door was pushed.

My dad was surprised to see me and grunted and took the altar out.

I was almost absent during the day and never knew that they would take away the altar.

The new bamboo in the closet looked for a look, suggesting that he could look out through the door and rush out with my dad.

But my father held the altar, put it in the living room, and started to smell, burn paper, and murmur his mouth.

And my mom was in the kitchen with a yellow wrinkle, which was crucified on the board with a thicker thumb than my thumb, and my mom was slashed in the abdomen, and she pulled out a little bit of blood, and there was a bowl underneath.

I stand here as if they were busy, and none of them turned to me, nor turned away from me.

Right in the corner of the kitchen, there’s a big snake-skin bag. What’s in it?

Although last night my mother liked to eat grotesque things, she kept a knife on her back, squeezed blood out of the bowl, smelled in the air, and I felt sick in the stomach, and my mother was staring at the yellow tumbled blood that fell in the bowl and snorting her tongue.

Mom? “What are you going to do with this yellow blood?” I’m sorry.

My mother looked up and looked at me with a kitchen knife, but she didn’t fall on my face, but she fell under my belly and spat her mouth.

And then I looked at the yellow tumbles crucified on the board, and I looked at them, and I swallowed them, and I said, “Ray, you didn’t bleed the altar last night? Let’s put some blood on it today. Just a little bit, okay? I’m sorry.

She came towards me slowly with a sticky knife.

I had a flash in my head, she was bleeding on the sheets in the morning and Aunt Ding told me not to touch my mother.

And look at that bucket of big yellow tumblers and the blood that fell in the bowl.

Turn around and walk out, but on the back, my dad, who used to burn paper in the living room for that weird jar, was behind me, blocking my way.

Look at me and say, “We gave you your life. What happened to your mother with her brother?” We feed you, we feed you, we give you a brother, we bleed you. I’m sorry.

The kitchen is small and the push door is enough for one person to get in and out. It’s gonna keep my dad at the door, my mom holding the knife in the back.

I just feel like I’m the yellow one that’s nailed to the board, breathing softly, and not moving, lest I stimulate them.

I’m really hungry. My mom was holding on to the knife and staring at my belly.

Bring up the bowl of yellow blood, drink the blood in it and lick it.

Her face, whiter than the white bowl, flashing a sticky light, with the blood of the bowl, looks weird.

When she finished, she put the bowl under the board and held the knife and looked at me as if she was thinking.

“Play your mother a little. Put a little needle in it. My dad was staring at me, and he was like, “She just got pregnant, and she wanted to taste something different, so you gave her a taste.” I’m sorry.

I pushed the door in the kitchen, slowly reached out, pushed hard, pushed both doors to my parents’ side and ran out of here as soon as I turned.

While I was running out of the living room, Zhang Takeo went to cover the altar with a yellow robe.

But just as the robe was about to be covered, the snake painted on the side of the altar seemed to swim.

My dad yelled, and he came at me.

Zhang Takeh went on and pulled me up and turned around and ran.

And when he ran out of the house, my father cried back, “Don’t come back for life if you can.” I’m sorry.

Zhang took me all the way down the stairs, then rushed me to the car, got into the car, drove the car, breathed and drove away.

When I thought about it, it felt like my parents couldn’t breathe in that bloody kitchen.

It wasn’t until the car came out of this old neighborhood, and I watched the sun come in, and I looked at the new way: “You were going to take the altar?” I’m sorry.

“I can’t. “You have to deal with it quickly, it’s more serious than I thought. I can’t do this alone. I need help. I’m sorry.

He made a phone call, which seemed to be called after school, and then asked his brother-in-law if he was there, and repeatedly stressed that there was something important to do with him.

I think about my mother’s weirdness when she was drinking yellow blood, and I can’t breathe.

Looks like it didn’t work out so fast.

I took another day off from the garden, and Zhang took me, bought a bunch of drugs to powder in the pharmacy, and bought a lot of things in the fire.

Even more specifically, she went to an aunt’s house and caught a sonic chicken.

He ate noodles at a small restaurant at noon and went to the milk and tea shop next to him and ordered me a cup of ginger sugar.

And then he didn’t wait until the night, driving to the bottom of the former bomb shelter in the city, he threw a pile of powder and ash into a pan, killed the cock and fed the chicken blood into that pot.

And he drew a note with a pen.

When he drew it, Fai-lone walked away, he didn’t see it.

“Did you put blood on your left hand? Spread your fingers and lay your hands inside! Zhang Takeh put that note in chicken blood and said to me, “Come on! I’m sorry.

I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t wait to see a new bamboo without the old hip-hop.

And he looked at me, and drew out from his bag a folded fruit knife, and held my hand, and held my hand, and looked at me, and smiled: “Don’t be afraid of me.” I’m sorry.

“I’m not afraid of pain. “I looked at his smile and suddenly found it funny.

And he smiled and laughed, but he did well, and he cut me off.

The mouth is not deep, but there is blood.

He took my hand and put it on the crayon with blood on it, while his right hand leaned around my shoulder, he choked something with his one hand and leaned down his arm.

I’m starting to feel nothing, but as he goes down, the alien stings on his left hand.

Not just this once, but as if the whole left hand was stinging.

I’m not really a pain scarer. I can’t see a needle. I can’t see my eyes.

The whole left arm is numbing, like it’s been sleeping until the middle of the night.

A new bamboo has been pulling something down my arm.

Slowly, I feel like my left arm is not mine anymore.

The pain, the left hand, which has been drowned by blood, the pointy blood, which slowly flows down, to the chicken blood, which is mixed with drugs, through the cucumber.

I looked at that blood water, and I suddenly flashed through my mother’s face when she was bleeding.

“How long will it take?” I’m sorry.

A new bamboo glanced at me, gave me a quiet eye, followed closely by the wound to my left.

The first night I got stuck was the middle left finger, that’s where it was felt.

It’s gonna keep me staring.

For a while, under the eyebrow light, it was just a cut through the red flesh wound, as if there was a hairy white thing that slowly drilled out of the wound.

It’s like the white parasite in the frog’s leg that used to look in a documentary, and it’s like it’s looking for something with a head on the wound, and it’s hanging around.

Then he leans down my finger, pulls his body slowly, crawls out of my cut-off belly, follows blood water and goes down.

It’s like a tiny, skinless snake.

5

And I looked in my wound, and there was a coarse, skinned, white as a parasite, crawling out.

I feel like I’ve got all the creeps all over the place, and the whole thing is numb, and I see it crawling on my finger, and I can’t stand it, and I can’t stand it.

It’s clear that I’ve changed, and I’ve got a wrist on my left hand, and I’m forced to press it on.

And he held his right hand around my shoulder, and he forced me to hold me in my arms, and he turned his hand over my eyes, and whispered in my ear, “Just don’t look, don’t move. I’m sorry.

Not to see, the moist and slimy creeping, the clearer.

And even more, I can feel something slowly crawling out of the abdomen wound with a slight sting and a sense of withdrawal.

I don’t dare to look at it again, squeezing on the horn of a new bamboo, biting on my teeth, rereading it over and over and over with the teacher’s pass.

But with your back on your back, the creeping on your hand is stronger.

Like when I was a kid, I was afraid of yellow. My mom wanted a yellow. Let me grab her and hand it to her.

I didn’t dare, she grabbed my hand and forced it on a bucket full of yellow tarts.

And the yellow raisins were frightened, and in the midst of my hand, they wandered fast and silently.

I felt that cold and wet, swimming at the fingertips, screaming, and she didn’t let go, she pressed my hand and yelled at me.

If I’m a woman, I’m scared. If I’m a man, I won’t be afraid of this!

After that, no matter what my parents asked me to do, I won’t be afraid anymore.

Even if I’m scared, they always think, get used to it, do more.

Just a little sign that I’m a woman, no, a man!

So even if I felt those things crawling slowly in my hands, I was standing on my left hand and I didn’t move.

Shinji has been holding me tight and holding my eyes tight.

I don’t know how long it took me to remember, back, back, back, back.

And he whispered in my ear, “I want to make sure again that I let go of my hand, and don’t be afraid.” I’m sorry.

I noded, and he slowly unzipped my hand, and then with his two fingers, gently snuggled from my right shoulder and pulled all the way to my left shoulder.

Just as he pushed, I looked at the pottery.

It’s just in the chicken blood that’s on the powder, and it’s full of thin hair, long fingers, small heads, thin tails, like snakes, and little twigs in the curriculum.

They’re floating in the blood. They’re swimming.

It’s full of pottery, and it’s kind of like a duck’s blood fan soup, and it’s kind of covered in duck’s blood soup.

My whole left arm was numb, and a new bamboo was pulled down the arm to make sure that there was no such thing coming out again, so I grabbed my wrist and gently pulled it out.

Just as my hand came out, the right hand of a new bamboo was pointing at the pottery, whispering something, and then two fingers.

And in the pottery, it was red with blood, and suddenly, a fire came out.

The whole pottery was lit, and the white, snake-like things seemed to be screaming like snakes, like children screaming from far away.

But the fire started to throw up, and all the chicken blood and powder in it burned to ashes.

I’m a little surprised to see a new bamboo.

I can’t believe he’s so good at it.

“Not against the altar. These things can do. “A new bamboo pulled a towel out of the bag to make sure I didn’t have that white thing on my back, which helped me wipe the blood off my hands.

And took out the medicine from the bag and waved at me an iodized bottle: “Be patient and clean, and do not cry.” I’m sorry.

I looked at his smiling face and suddenly felt a little warm.

I don’t remember when he bought this.

A new bamboo with a stubble, carefully treated the wound, sprayed a little bit of Yunnan powder and wrapped it with a gauze.

Without a medical tape, you stick it in your mouth and smile at me: That’s Piggy Paige’s. That’s what you gave me. I’m sorry.

There’s a lot of bumps and bumps in the garden, and there’s no bleeding or damage, but all the kids want is love and care. So I buy a lot of cartoons, and if one hits, it’s a bonus.

They’ll stop crying, and they’ll show it to other kids. It’s a reward. They’ll have to stick it up after school.

I didn’t think Shinji knew that. I laughed.

But looking at his shiny eyes, his heart snapped.

“What’s next? My mother…”

It’s not like she likes to eat, but she likes blood.

Especially my blood!

While in the kitchen, she apparently also smelled my aunt’s blood, which she preferred to yellow blood.

“Your mother’s problem needs to be slow. “A new bamboo tweezed his tongue, broke the pot, took a large pile of yellow paper out of the bag and burned it on the ground, probably fearing that something inside would still be alive, so it would have to burn again with fire.

I can’t help but tear paper: “What was it that came out of my wound? I’m sorry.

“Snatch-a-bitch. “It seems like the whole altar is a snake.” I’m sorry.

He feared not to make it clear, but stressed: “I am not talking about sculpting snakes out there, but the altar itself is full of snakes, but how did she get here?” I’m sorry.

“You drop your blood in the altar, and you put it under the bed every night, which, besides making your mother pregnant, may be a blood sacrifice. The snakes were made into an altar and delivered to Xu’s house, and the family’s bloodlines were raised for them. Zhang Takeo came to this place and his tone got colder.

“They may know about your father’s food and your blood.” I’m sorry.

I had a flat hand with a paper tore and almost got hit by a fire.

A new bamboo pushed my hand away and smiled at me: “It may be just what I guess.” I’m sorry.

After looking at the burning black piece of china, I threw all the paper in my hand: “Come on, pack up, go to Aunt Ding’s. I’m sorry.

I looked at the paper and threw up in flames, and realized that Zheng Takeo was worried about my feelings and laughed, “When I was a child, my parents actually wanted to give me away.” I’m sorry.

My dad used to have a job.

That’s what it is.

“Then you didn’t touch my mother, and my mother wanted a daughter and hated me and my brother, and both of them were debt collectors.” I can’t afford it, otherwise I’m a monk! I’m sorry.

Then he took the male who had been killed and put it in a plastic bag: “Go, go to Aunt Ding’s, make you three cups of chicken, taste my work.” I’m sorry.

I found his big bag. It’s got everything.

Make sure the paper’s burned out, and I’ll just pack up the rest and go out with Shinji.

Aunt Ding’s house is not far from the park, and Zhang took me with him, saying he had brought a chicken to him, even though she was cold-faced.

He came to draw chicken hair, and he said to me: When I was little, he went out with three or four chickens. So the first thing that’s going to happen is to pull out the chicken hair, pull out the hands together, at a faster rate than those who sell the chicken. I’m sorry.

He didn’t say a word about that weird jar. Aunt Ding looked at his smiling face and looked at me again, and he sneered.

Pointing at a new bamboo and saying something in plain language, he turned to the kitchen and burned the water, took a pot and let him put the chicken in it.

It is only then that water has been pouring at us, suggesting that we should sit down: “Let’s ask the blood snake.” I’m sorry.

I heard the name. Aunt Ding obviously knew it. She sat up.

Aunt Ding came along. Look at the trophies I’ve wrapped up. “Is there a little snake in your hand? The chicken, it’s the last of the blood. I’m sorry.

A new bamboo will be standing in front of the kitchen, looking at the water and laughing at the saying, “Is this a good gesture to you?” I’m sorry.

Aunt Ding smiled at me and pointed at a new bamboo, and looked at me and said, “Your mother is pregnant and eating like a snake. I’m sorry.

I didn’t care too much. It’s kind of like that.

Bloodthirsty, raw meat, raw eggs, and apparently not chewing, are hard to swallow.

I’m less at home and I’ve seen it all the time, lest I eat more clearly when I’m gone.

Aunt Ding murmured without waiting for me to answer: “It was about 30 years ago, when the policy was tight, and I was still in the country. I’m sorry.

Aunt Ding looks a little desperate to talk to us.

At that time, people were caught hard enough and only one was allowed to have a job; without a job, the first child was a daughter, and it took four or five years to give birth to a second child.

So there’s a lot of black clinics that sneak up and find out that they’re their daughters, and all sorts of godmothers who sell birth control pills, all of them are crazy.

“As for you, Xu Jia village, four daughters were born, and all three of them were given away, and they didn’t admit they had so many.” There were several, almost a year ago, to have a son, to hide in the mountains, to hide in the caves. Aunt Ding said it was a sad day.

The murmur said, “When she got pregnant again, we looked everywhere, but the whole village helped her to hide it, where she could find it, and it was said that her baby was her son, because her family had a son-in-law who had come and told her that she had created a bloodbath to ensure that she could have a son. I’m sorry.

Aunt Ding breathed, looked at my hand, whispered, “We couldn’t find her, so we looked at her family, where we were going to feed. I’m sorry.

“But staring at her, her eldest daughter is missing. I thought she was hiding somewhere with her eldest daughter. And now Aunt Ding says, “I can’t believe you’re still having a little bit of a beat in your stupid eyes.”

And slowly, and whispered, “Well, her eldest daughter is in her teens, and when the child is home early, she will cook.” We thought, maybe with our oldest daughter, cooking her or something, hiding in some mountain, all over the mountains, looking for them, and asking them how to handle it. I’m sorry.

Aunt Ding said that she had flashed a lot of blame and kept talking.

Zhang Zing Jian was swung in that cup and handed it to Auntie Ding.

She spat and looked at my hand, and said, “A day later, a man was fetching wood in the mountains, saying that he had heard a scream, and then went to see it, and then called the police, as was usually the case of those who were hiding in the mountains. I’m sorry.

“The police station heard the source that there was blood all over the place and that it thought that a pregnant woman was going to give birth and that, in the fear of an accident, we had to go with the people of the town health centre and fear death. Aunt Ding is holding a cup and her hands are shaking again.

She’s holding her hands again, and the water from the cup hasn’t come out yet.

“When I went, it was a dug-out cave, covered with dry branches, with dry wood and blankets on the floor, and a teenage girl lay down.” Along with that dry wood, there was blood all over the body and bones in the arms and legs. I’m sorry.

“There are a lot of snakes of the size of their thumbs drilling through her wounds. The snakes were white and white, like skinned snakes, and as if they were digging mud, they went down with their heads down and watched the abdomen of the mud show a part of the drill in the mud hole and drilled in the flesh left over from her wound. Aunt Ding said, “Don’t stop pouting and swallowing.”

“She had a rope around her neck, tied to a hole. Her mother was lying in that wood-drinking blanket, and her stomach was up. When we went, she was still…

Aunt Ding came up here and pushed the hot cup away and ran to the toilet and threw up.

Six.

I listened to Aunt Ding’s vomiting in the toilet, flashing my mother’s blood on the sheets and the way she was holding a knife and drinking yellow blood, and then I thought she said she saw the girl and probably understood what she was seeing, and it was a suction in her stomach.

I got a glimpse of a new bamboo. I was busy with a warm cup and taking care of Aunt Ding in the bathroom.

After a while, Aunt Ding washed her face and drank a few sips of water.

I looked at her and said, “Sorry. Reminds you of such a bad thing…”

No wonder she left in a hurry when she saw the picture of the altar.

Aunt Ding threw her hand at me and drank a couple of sips of water, saying, “There was a comrade in the police station and in the health centre, and she took the girl with her, but her mother was holding the altar and stuffing it to the girl, saying it was her blood, and she had to carry it with her, and must not leave the girl. I’m sorry.

Aunt Ding was so glamorous, she said, “But the girl was going to die. Who would believe it? I pushed the altar away, and her mother died crying in her arms, yelling at us and killing her son. I’m sorry.

She said, she’s holding the cup and she’s spinning.

I’m looking at the shaker’s cup, and I’m going to pick it up.

Aunt Ding was staring at my five fingers, whispering, “Then the girl didn’t come to the hospital, and she was full of parasitic, skinless snakes, and the meat was almost eaten. Her mother’s tummy is dead, and when it comes to production, she’s a freak with no hands. I’m sorry.

Without his hands and legs, it’s either under his head or his body.

I wonder if it’s the same thing with all the skinless snakes in the pot, if they’re bigger, they don’t have legs.

Is that what happened to my mom?

“What about the altar?” I’m sorry.

“This was a big thing, and the jar was then taken by the chief of the village of Xu Jiamura, who said he had been buried, but when I was transferred, I heard that someone was looking for the jar and wanted to have a son. “Ting’s face is laughter.

They said, “The freak who hit him is a son. If we had taken the girl away and left the child dead, he would have been born.” I’m sorry.

Aunt Ding blames himself on her face: “I regret that his eldest daughter was missing and should have gone on looking for her, and that girl would not have been hit by a living snake, bitten by her mother and tortured to death.” I’m sorry.

“But it’s just an altar. Do they believe that they can trade their daughter’s life for their son? “I still can’t understand where my parents’ desire to have a son came from.

But I’ve seen their madness, so I know that for those who want to have a son, anything is credible.

There’s still blood to be tested for foetal sex!

Aunt Ding looked at me and Zhang Takeh and whispered, “My old friend works in the newspaper, likes to ask the bottom of the question, and later asked about it.” The altar is said to have dug up a large snake cove, poured gasoline and burned all the snakes. I’m sorry.

“With the ashes of the snakes, mixed with those that cannot be born and shed…” It’s bone blood to mud, snake bones to ashes. Aunt Ding’s hand began to shake again and took a little breath: “There’s nothing normal about the material in itself, and the so-called delivery mother gave a blood snake head that guaranteed the birth of a child and was embedded in the altar, so it was called a blood snake. I’m sorry.

“Is that the bloody snakehead I wrote in this book? “I wanted to take the book, but Aunt Ding was scared and never took it again.

“I haven’t seen it in there, but outside the altar, probably. Aunt Ding is just a ghost sighs.

And look at me and say, “This is the thing that gives birth to a son with her daughter’s flesh and blood. Your mother can’t call the police and find anything. You must stay away from your mother and avoid her.” I’m sorry.

I was thinking of my mother holding a bloody canine knife and nodding her head.

And the fresh bamboo, with the boiling water, was actually about to pull out the chicken hair and was stopped by Aunt Ding: “You know what you want to know. Go on, and when my old companion comes back to play chess, he hasn’t slept for days and nights, so don’t let him know it’s coming out again.” I’m sorry.

Zhang took me away with her.

I went to the door, and I thought, “What happened to the couple who used to use the blood snake? I’m sorry.

Aunt Ding looked at me and laughed, “What can I do?” The son didn’t have a child. It took us a long time to get to the family. We killed her daughter. I’m sorry.

“She also lost her body and was not reborn. Didn’t you send three daughters? I’ve found a little one to feed myself, and I’ve heard of the first two for years. “Let’s go! I’m sorry.

It’s just that it’s not good to hear it!

Zhang took me with a pair of new bamboo and suggested I leave, so that the spirit would not come out.

When we got to the car, Zhang Shinji looked at me and said, “That bloody snakehead may be the key, and that thing looks great. I’ll take you to his brother-in-law. He’s good. He knows a great black cat. I’m sorry.

I moved the sat-in bag and looked at my fingers and looked at a new bamboo: “I thought at least the mother-in-law would die.” I’m sorry.

But they’re all alive, and they don’t even have to feed themselves.

Why?

They don’t want it, they throw it away.

Find them when they need them. Is it because of the girls?

Where’s the old girl who was used for the altar, who was eaten off and died?

What did she do wrong again? Because she’s a girl?

He held the wheel, turned his head and looked at me with his five fingers, always smiling on his face, with his weight, and he didn’t seem to know how to comfort me.

I took a lot of breath and cried, so I laughed at Shinji, “Did I scare you?” I didn’t think I was so dark. I’m sorry.

Actually, it’s just me, I know my mother might not die, so I want this to be on someone else!

Zhang Shuu Takeh smiled at me and started the car slowly: “Listen to me, you’re taking the teacher’s certificate.” How’s it going? I’m sorry.

He knows everything.

Use this to turn things around and remind me that there’s hope in the future.

I laughed, “There’s one more to take, and the rest is over. I’m sorry.

A new bamboo was driving, curiously looking at me: “Why didn’t you go to school before? I’m sorry.

“As part-time in school. “I couldn’t help but squeezed the sat-in bag and smiled at the new bamboo, “Because I didn’t have the money, I didn’t have time to take a single test. I’m sorry.

There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I know everything.

My parents gave me little money when I was in teacher’s training, and I had to pay for my exams, and I was working at an art school for the weekend, and it was only $50 a day as an assistant.

There’s no time and no money for a teacher’s qualification.

“Sorry.” I’m sorry.

The car went straight to the ceiling block where the market price was, and I looked at the two rooms, which were half the price.

And Zhang Xinjiang told me to get out of the car: “This is something that his parents can’t say. His sister has a house here and we’re about here. I’m sorry.

And I looked at the car, and I thought of a very serious question, and I laughed at him while he was waiting for the elevator: “Yeah, I haven’t asked how you charged.” I’m sorry.

Listening to what he said in the park, he worked hard to expand his business.

He just bought a bunch of stuff, he paid for it, he dragged me around, and he asked for help.

Now that there’s less of a real talent, the fee must be not too low.

I was thinking about the little money I saved, and suddenly I had a little flesh pain.

“It’s hard to talk about money! “When I have a baby, take care of it with your heart.” I’m sorry.

“What happens after that, after that…” I’m guessing that it’s just that it’s bought, and it’s not worth hundreds.

“The elevator is coming. “When you see my brother-in-law and my brother-in-law, he’s the big man, he’s the sweet one, he’s the sweet one. I’m sorry.

I thought he’d smile at everyone and scream sweet, and he’d know it.

And when the door was opened, it was a man who looked like Shinji, who pointed at him, “At the end of his studies.” I’m sorry.

Then he dragged me in, pointing at a woman in a knowledgeable couch and a man in a man’s clothes: “Call me, brother-in-law.” I’m sorry.

I saw a man and a woman sitting on the couch behind a new bamboo, and the woman was beautiful and gentle, and the man was dressed as if he had walked out of the picture.

Open your mouth, but you can’t scream.

I’ve got a new bamboo in my eyes, and I’ve seen her in her eyes, and I’ve seen her in love.

“Call brother-in-law. “I’ve got a new one.

I thought he said he was a big brother and he looked like a big brother and had to say, “Good sister and brother-in-law.” I’m sorry.

“This is my sister-in-law and my brother-in-law, why do you make her scream, or do you have anything to do with me?” I’m sorry.

He kicked him in the foot, pointing at me: “Suh Yi, the teacher of the promotion.” I’m sorry.

“Ooh! It seems as if the rest of the school is coming to me and pointing at me, “You are the one who will not give up.” I’m sorry.

He kicked him again and pulled me to the couch.

I look at the rest of my studies and I don’t know where to come from.

I looked at a new bamboo and laughed at me: “Don’t worry about them, just sit down, we’re here, and nothing will happen.” I’m sorry.

He says he looks at his brother-in-law and says, “Help him.” I’m sorry.

The “brother-in-law” was obviously used very well, saying, “What happened?” I’m sorry.

I’ve got a lot of work to do, and I’ve got drinks and halogens from the fridge, and I’ve got to sit down and stare at a new bamboo. I’m sorry.

He said he looked at his brother-in-law and looked at him.

I think it’s clear to me that the “brother-in-law” is still trying to prove his identity.

But it’s a relaxing atmosphere. I got a drink for you.

Zhang Takeo was talking about the blood snake, reaching out and taking over the drink, staring at the following: “Cool, don’t drink it.” I’m sorry.

And then it seemed wrong, and I looked at it, and I smiled, and I said, “Don’t drink ice, it’s bad for my body. I’m sorry.

I took a look at it, put it away, and ordered new bamboo: “Come on, I’m going to heat two ladies. I’m sorry.

“Don’t bother. I was busy.

And he pulled me, and the gentle way was, “It’s all right, I’ll have to drink.” I’m sorry.

This is a new bamboo that has already told me about the blood snake, and then reached out to me: “The painting. I’m sorry.

I was busy handing over the linen of blood snakes, and the brother-in-law looked at me, and he looked at me: “This thing is too dark, it’s not for any purpose, it’s for something to suppress. I’m sorry.

It seems like he thought, “It doesn’t make any sense, it’s in kind.” I’m sorry.

“or go to my parents’? I’m actually in a bit of a conflict right now.

I’ve been cleared of the snakes, and the blood snakes, and as Aunt Ding told me, I’ll avoid my mother and leave her alone.

The next thing I know, I don’t care. The kid in my mother’s belly could never have been born.

Even when I was in a new bamboo truck, there was a moment in my heart that I wanted her dead!

7

I’ve had a gleam of dark thoughts in my heart, and it’s as if my brother-in-law felt something, and he looked at me right away: “You don’t have to go to your house, you’ve got blood, you’ll come to you, because you’re his sister. I’m sorry.

He’s a little murky, and I remember the dream of the kid who was convulsed by a snake and called me “sister” and was creepy.

I’ve just learned to burn water, and I’ve made a rose tea for myself and for myself.

Zhang took a drink and put it in front of me: “Drink water.” I’m sorry.

Then he turned his head and said to his brother-in-law, “Don’t scare her. I’m sorry.

But his brother-in-law only looked at the rose tea and went to the after-school side: “This tea will be a spoon and a half of honey for your sister when the water warms.” I’m sorry.

I’m surprised to see the side of my brother-in-law’s face.

“This one too. “Can I have a spoon and a half? I’m sorry.

“Yo… it’s hard to remember! “The rest of the school has to smile at me and a new bamboo.”

I don’t know how he keeps saying the word “no”!

It’s kind of weird, it’s kind of red, and my brother-in-law is still calm.

Zhang turned away from him and took the honey out of the fridge and put it all over the tea. I’m sorry.

“Sir, do you want a spoon and a half? I’ll put it right away!”

My brother-in-law looked at me and said, “Your parents showed up today and knew you’d never come back.” We’re going to your house. If your mom has problems and she’s easy to get in trouble, we’ll wait here for the altar. I’m sorry.

I don’t know how I feel about it. Can’t the altar have feet and come to me?

This idea comes out and flashes the altar under the bed, like a convulsed child.

I had a hot drink with a cup.

A new bamboo will be honey, sweet and fragrance of roses. It’s really good.

He saw me drink it and looked at me, “What’s up, sweet?” Would you like some honey? I’m sorry.

With a cup in my heart, a smile in my mouth, staring at me and a new bamboo.

That’s why I know what’s going on, and I’m kind of rushing to put down my cup, nod my head at the new bamboo, pull out my cell phone and look at the time.

It’s gonna be 7 or 8 at night. My parents didn’t actually ask me to go back to bed.

My brother-in-law told us to wait and said that, since I was here, the blood snake would drink my blood and would come to me at night, especially when my blood was still out there, it was easy to find me, and we just had to wait.

I’m listening to blood out there, and I know what it means.

But as long as we wait, we’ll be safe.

Zhang Takeo ordered a take-out and everyone ate.

But wait till after 10:00, my parents didn’t call, and the altar didn’t know where it was coming from.

I’ve been drinking too much water and I’m sorry. I went to the bathroom twice.

I was worried that I’d come with me every time and told me there was something in the second cupboard if I needed it.

And what I fear most is where a snake comes forth suddenly, or whatever.

The altar was never there, and the sister-in-law was able to sit and read the books, and the brother-in-law sat there and looked at her softly.

It’s not like he’s in a hurry.

It’s not like you’re going to sleep here if you don’t come tonight. That’s what you want, right?”

He said he started laughing at me for no reason.

I’m surprised I’m sleeping at someone else’s house.

My brother-in-law took a look at her after school and looked at her.

When I was the least patient, I couldn’t stop picking up my cell phone until almost 11:00, and suddenly my roommate called.

The bell rings, it scares me, everyone stares at me, and I’m embarrassed to say, “Roommate.” I’m sorry.

My brother-in-law looked at me and said, “No mention.” I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but nod my head and put my phone on speakerphone.

As soon as I got through, my roommate almost cried and said to me, “Are you coming back tonight?” Your parents sent you an altar. Put it on your bed. It’s weird. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think my parents were really tough enough to take this place to my dorm.

My brother-in-law noded at me, and I was busy with my roommate, “I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.

My brother-in-law looked at me and said, “Jang Shinji will go with you, I’ll follow you.” Otherwise this thing’s weird, feeling my breath, not coming out. I’m sorry.

I was so excited to say that my brother-in-law looked at me and went back: “I’m here with my sister, to protect my sister, and don’t worry. I’m sorry.

“The brother-in-law, you must follow me. I’ve seen it before. It’s very evil. Zhang took me straight away.

My brother-in-law is nodding with me!

Take me to kindergarten.

It’s weird to have new bamboo on the road, but according to my brother-in-law, blood is connected, and the altar should have gone straight to me, even if my parents had gone to the dorm.

After all, I haven’t lived in a dorm for over a month, and my breath is so low that I’m willing to stay in my bed and not come to me.

I don’t know much about this, but it’s like he and his brother-in-law were sure that the altar would run.

But he explained himself that he was too angry to go.

I don’t know where the brother-in-law is, but he said yes, yes.

By the time I got to the dorm, it was almost midnight.

The dormitories in the garden were rented by the side, one by two, and when I returned, the roommates were afraid to stay inside and had borrowed them from their colleagues next door.

Zhang Takeo went directly to the dorm with me, and his roommate walked in a hurry because he was afraid and the lights were not off.

And indeed on the left bed is an altar, but it is not the blood snake, but rather one with a lid, or one with a hug.

There’s obviously something in it, and it’s moving, and there’s something going on and on, like, trying to get out.

A new bamboo glanced at me, suggesting that I would walk away, pull a cloth out of the bag, go to the bed, put a cover on the altar, and then put a veil around it, wrap it all around it, and head out fast.

I think he’s nervous and obviously knows what’s inside.

The door was closed, and he followed him, “What is it?” I’m sorry.

Snake! ‘Since I found a place, I was fine.’ I’m sorry.

As soon as I thought about the pendulum, the snake should be not small, and he’s too busy going out.

I’m more confused. Why would my parents send such a snake pot to my dorm?

Where’s the blood snake?

I was afraid to drive one hand and carry it to me, just looking at the position, carrying the cloth in my hand, pulling me in my hand and walking towards the river.

Just as we walked through the green belt, I always felt there was something going on in the green belt, like snakes swimming around and following us.

Zhang took me and walked as fast as he could not hear.

In the middle of the night, there were fewer people’s cars, green belts, the sands were louder, and there were children crying.

I tried to pretend I didn’t hear, sweating my hands and walking along with a new bamboo.

But as we crossed a road to the river, under the green belt by the dim old street light, it seemed like a child was strangling.

It seems that its hands are tied to its knees, and the whole man is condensed, with his head leaning forward, and there is a dark light staring at me and a new bamboo.

The light is dark, and I don’t really see it, but it’s the same creepy feeling as when I fall down on the bed and look down at the altar.

He pulled me out of his pocket and handed me two notes: “If something happens, just tear it.” I’m sorry.

Followed by the one-hand cloth wrapped in the altar, he went straight towards the “child”.

But just as he was lifting his feet, the “child” was like a slider under his feet, and he slipped right this way.

A little bit of it was under the lamp, but it was like there was a lot of meat under it but there seemed to be a little bit of a little bit of transparency in the hands and feet, moving on the ground and moving forward.

And the snakes that had been carved on the altar, those that were entangled by them, slowly appeared a face.

Those faces are small, some of them are thumb-lid-sized, and the five officials seem to have just begun to develop, with their eyes empty and their mouths wide open and unreal.

The snake next to it was swimming in one face, and there were more little hands and feet on the altar.

There’s a cry coming from the altar: “Sister, Sister I’m hungry, Sister, Hungry…”

I was holding on to those two pieces of paper, and I watched them grow longer and longer, and I couldn’t breathe.

Reach out and pull a new bamboo, slowly back.

It’s horrible. It’s instinctive to pull him.

But as I stretched out my hand, the faces of the altar seemed to be laughing again.

At the same time, the sound of a “slugger” with a new bamboo came along with the blood of the cloth, and there was something thick in the arm, which ran out of the cracks of Butza.

Zhang Xinjiang broke up and threw a bag at that weird pot.

But the little hands and little feet under the altar were swinging right and left, and they were just avoiding, and they came at me fast.

And the altar of Buri fell upon the ground, and two snakes had been cut off in the cracks of the cloths, and had been strung.

Zhang Shinsook came to us with his feet and shouted, “Sister-in-law! I’m sorry.

Pull me and run, but as soon as I turn around, I’ll see my parents.

My mother’s face is whiter under the streetlights, and it’s like a catfish flipping out of the abdomen and wearing slime.

What’s weirder is that she’s got a lot of tummy, and a lot of stomach and abdominal.

She’s holding a big pot and she’s reaching out to grab something from inside.

A piece of beef, like fresh beef, with blood on it. She tastes good.

I smelled so bloody, it came from her, and it felt weird.

I looked at my dad next door, and he had a kitchen kitchen knife in his hand, and it was all blood.

The clothes he was wearing seemed to be stuck to him, and suddenly the whole person seemed thin.

A new bamboo glance at my father and a second look at my mother, as if something had come to mind, held me tight, slowly retreating to the green belt.

“Mommy, Mammy…” and the jar behind him came, and the sound couldn’t tell whether it was a man or a woman, with the cry: “I’m hungry! I’m hungry! I’m sorry.

My father came a little closer to us with a knife, a little muscular, and his eyes were on me: “Your brother is hungry, he is my family’s blood, he is my family’s blood, and father has fed his flesh.” I want my brother’s too, right? I’m sorry.

“Put some blood, cut some meat, feed your brother. “My dad slowly lifts up the knife, a little closer.

Just as he was lifting, his sleeve was slid up with blood and wet clothes, and the flesh on his arm was taken clean and clean.

The jar was also called “hungry” in the back, and my mom was carrying the pot, and bar was swallowing the meat inside.

8

I know my parents can do anything to have a son.

I didn’t think my father would be obsessed with raising a son who doesn’t exist with his own flesh!

I saw my father’s knife cut off and a new bamboo pulled me over the green belt.

I was almost forced by him to wear a green belt of shrubs and torn out.

But when I didn’t care that half my body was shaving so hot and sore that I was going to run forward, I found Zhang Takeshi stopped.

It’s just that there’s more small hands and feet on that altar, and it’s just going to sit right in front of us, and that big or small baby face, trying hard to get out of there, or “sister” or “mom.”

My mom and dad have been over there, and my mom’s stomach seems to have been broken, and the meat in the bowl seems to be gone, and she just lost it.

Look at my dad and he’s like, “I’m still hungry! I’m sorry.

My father was staring at me, and he said, “We raised you so big, you give us back! What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

Hold the knife and you’ll come at me.

I didn’t even think about it. I just tore up the two pieces of paper I gave to my parents.

As soon as it’s torn out, it’s burning, and my parents are coming back!

Zhang Xinjiang hit hard and pulled two pieces of paper out of his pocket and threw it at that weirdo.

And a flash of fire surrounded the altar at once.

The sound of the baby crying spreads through empty traffic.

Zhang Zheng Wei, who didn’t look at my parents, ran straight in the direction of the altar.

But as soon as it ran, it sounded like a little face was growing above a snake, and it was pulling out of the flames, and it came at me, and it sounded like “Sister.”

The man’s face is a strange color, like a skinned snake, and there’s a red blood cord in the middle, and it’s all going up and coming straight to me.

It’s as if the jar was blooming in a moment, and those people with no skin-faced snakes came out of the jar, and they were coming at me like a net.

Zhang Xinjiang surprised me, reaching out and holding me in my arms.

I was covered with fresh bamboo, and I saw two of the men in front with their mouths open, and I bit a new bamboo, and my heart stopped.

But then, suddenly, the fire turned around.

And the fire slammed in the heat, and ran straight over the heads of the snakes, and followed the cries of the baby’s joy.

The brother-in-law was wearing a husk, which was so windy that he went straight up on the green belt.

Son! “My mother will come out of the fire of the paper, see the altar burn and scream, and she’ll jump.

A new bamboo will also be in my heart, pushing me to my brother-in-law and pulling out a bunch of ropes from the bag with a yellow cloth on it.

“Aah! “My dad saw my mom wrapped up in a knife and flushed over a new bamboo.

But he seems a little angry, too, and turns around and kicks down my dad’s knife and turns on the other side of the rope.

And then pull the rope between them, with their hands and fingers, to my parents’ forehead, and they fall on the ground.

I didn’t think he was so good, but that was when the altar was surrounded by fire, as if it had gone out again.

The little hands and feet outside the jar are gone, like a jar of snakes.

“Is it all right to burn?” I’m sorry.

“The altar is made of corroded snakes, burned to ashes, and made of the blood of the most desired blood, the worst of the evils. It can’t be destroyed, even with a hammer. “My brother-in-law looked at the altar, and the fire broke out again.

He thought of two blank pieces of paper, biting out his finger, drawing on it in blood, and chanting a spell and throwing it into the fire.

The fire was as if it had flourished in an instant, and even the color of the fire seemed to have turned into a blue colour.

My brother-in-law was curious to see a new bamboo with a surprise on his face.

The altar, which had ceased to move, appeared to have started crying again after a new bamboo had thrown the two blood slips, screaming, and shrieking from the flames of fire with numerous snakes.

I look at my parents, who are tied up, and my mom doesn’t know if she’s eating too much, or whether she’s growing up pregnant with freaks, and there’s something in there, like she’s going to drill out.

And because of the ropes, my dad’s clothes were lifted, his waist was on, and he didn’t see the flesh.

I held my handler, and I looked at Zhang Shinjuku and his brother-in-law, who were still staring at the altar, and wanted to call an ambulance.

I heard the sound of the twilight, which broke in flames, but also at the same time, the fire of the bears, which seemed to have been sucked down and destroyed at once, was still cold, and there was heavy blood coming out of it.

Just as my brother-in-law and Zhang Xin Takeshi looked at the altar and planned to do it again.

All of a sudden, there was a radiant red shadow passing by, and a man dressed in red as blood, who looked like a male and looked as though he were evil, appeared at the altar.

As soon as he reached out, he pulled a thin blood snake head out of the jar: “With thousands of baby spirits and thousands of snake bones, so insidiously suppressed, that’s why I haven’t found them for so long. I’m sorry.

The man appeared so strange that he seemed so nervous that he took me behind him as soon as he could.

My brother-in-law was staring at the man, like he was thinking something.

“Thank you. When the man turns on his red robe, he rolls up the altar: “I’ll find a way to overwhelm it.” I’m sorry.

When you hold it directly, it disappears.

The new bamboo would sweat and say to my brother-in-law, “Why is this big guy here again?” I’m sorry.

My brother-in-law looked at my parents, and whispered, “The altar was used to suppress his snake head. It was broken. He sensed the smell of his head, and it came to him without evil.” He promised to overdo the baby. Leave the rest to him. I’m sorry.

In other words, the man in red was a snake?

And his snake head is stuck in the altar.

I tried to keep myself from thinking about this exciting set-up, looking at my parents, shaking the trigger, just about to open up Zhang and my brother-in-law, so I could call the police and call an ambulance.

“Call the police.” I’m sorry.

And I paused, and Zhang said to me, “You will call the police and call an ambulance, and leave the rest to me.” I’m sorry.

And my brother-in-law looked at me and whispered, “There’s a lot of other people’s connections, and there’s a way of dealing with it, so don’t worry. I’m sorry.

It just disappeared!

My shivering handler called the police and called an ambulance, while Zhang Takeo called.

In the middle of the night, the smell of blood was blowing out of my dad.

I sat at the altar and watched the two dead snakes that fell out of the croaked jar and were bleeding their heads with scissors. I couldn’t say whether they were afraid or sad.

But waiting for the ambulance, it’s very focused…

Zhang took my hand and whispered, “Don’t worry, Aunt Ding said the parents were still alive. I’m sorry.

But the situation is different from what Aunt Ding said.

I watched my parents fall on the floor, and I laughed, “Well, many times, I would hate them to die.” I’m sorry.

When I got to work, they forced me to marry each other, and nobody said anything, except that now the girl is so cute, that people are willing to pay the bride price. If I marry, I don’t have to go to work, and if I have a son, my family will have to hold me.

They don’t care what kind of man I marry. They only care about how many bride price they pay. They just want me to marry.

I did not agree, I was pushed, and they called me, chased me to kindergarten, and all the awful things came out.

Maybe I’m too tough. They know they can’t force me. They’re all about me buying a house.

Sometimes I think if they die, I’ll be in peace.

But now they’re lying here, and I’m worried.

I still don’t want them dead!

If you hate them again, you want them to live.

“It’s okay.” I’m sorry.

The police car first arrived, the police chief and Zhang Shinboo seemed to know each other well, looked at my parents and seemed to know something and made a desperate look at him.

I was surprised to see my parents when the ambulance arrived.

The police officer greeted me and asked Zhang Takeo to go with me to the hospital, and when he left, he cleaned up the scene and headed towards Zhang Takeao: “Remember to report tomorrow, I have to finish you up, and you will not do it in the morning, I will look for your master.” I’m sorry.

“Thank you, brother! Zhang Takedo thanked me and followed me to the hospital.

I was in close proximity to the ambulance and I watched the doctor cut my dad’s clothes, and there were so many bones left.

The nurse always screams, looks at me, looks at my heart.

If I hadn’t found a new bamboo in time, would I have done the same thing sooner or later, feeding that son with my flesh?

And he held my hand and whispered: “He was of his own free will, so that he and your mother gave birth to a son, and then he drowned, and grew up not eating their flesh.” You can’t run away, you sister. I’m sorry.

I just look at his hand with me, and I look at it, and I don’t look at it with red blood.

When I got to the hospital, Zhang and I filled out the IDs, and my dad pushed him to the front of the operating room, and he got upset.

He cuts so much meat, loses so much blood, can run around, and doctors feel miracles.

When I heard the news, I felt a little bored, and I couldn’t say anything. I felt nauseous in the stomach, I went to the bathroom and threw up for a long time, and I couldn’t spit anything.

My mother’s situation was a little weird, and the doctor threw up on her and tried to get her to throw up what was in her stomach, but she couldn’t throw up and had to operate to get the food out of the area.

However, she suffered from a haemorrhage from another miscarriage while advancing the operating room and urgently sought consultations with the gynaecology and obstetrics services.

I was called by the nurse and signed another document.

The nurse asked me how my mother’s body was, and I looked on the list, and she was so old, her hands were shaking, and I felt like the whole person was suffocating.

She’s already 42, and the last two years have been wasted because of the test tube.

I’ll sign here, tell the nurse what’s going on. I’ll pay for it and sit outside the operating room with me.

But I sat on a cold chair, looking at a lot of family members who were waiting for the same surgery, and I found that everyone was just as anxious as they were, and their hearts sunk.

Zhang Takeo kept appeased me, and now he’s a doctor.

Let me lean on his shoulder for a second.

But I can’t sleep. I just keep looking at the hang of an electronic clock, looking at a little bit of the red time up there.

It’s been a while, it’s a bit confusing, and I feel a little cold, and then I hear my mom scold me: “You are the one who caused me to give birth to my son, to be despised by the old witch, to be humiliated. I’m sorry.

It’s like it’s ringing right next to me!

I was scared to stand up, but a new bamboo held me in my arms and held me in my eyes.

Follow me like I smelled a burning paper, and then the nurse’s voice came: “Where is Chen Xuehua’s family? Where is Chen Xuehua’s family? I’m sorry.

I stood up, and I saw a new bamboo, and I stepped a little ash, and I looked at me.

When I stood up, I felt my feet were soft and my head was heavy, and the whole person went down to the chair.

Zhang took me halfway up and helped me walk towards the nurse.

When I heard the phrase, I realized that I was not happy.

9

When my parents died, when my grandparents got word, it was a scolding.

I went to kindergarten and said I killed my parents and that I didn’t want my parents to have a son.

Fortunately, Zhang Takeo took the police officers of the night and went to the garden to explain the situation and took them away so that I would try not to touch them.

My grandparents sold my parents’ old house at a low price. I didn’t even know if they had a deposit or anything else.

I was asked by a relative to pay $100,000 for my parents’ funeral and say they’re alone with my daughter.

They also said that they all knew that I had been a teacher in kindergarten for two years and that I had to buy a house because I had to study outside.

So when the relative came to me, Zhang went with me in fear of something, and heard it, and he laughed.

And I was tired of thinking, and I said, “In the order of inheritance, children and parents have the same share of inheritance. I’m sorry.

“You said, “I’m the only daughter of my parents, the house my parents sold, and my parents’ savings, and the social security funeral. My grandparents are still here, and the rest of them are my grandparents. I’m staring at a distant relative who doesn’t know where he is.

“Well, let’s forget about it and be fair, right? I’m sorry.

“You’re a kid, your grandparents are old, your parents are dead, you don’t leave money for their old age! And your parents, we can’t do this without a son. We’ll find one from your third cousin. Your parents’ money is for your son. You say you’re…’ and the relative smiles at me.

“So the inheritance belongs to the son, the money for the funeral, and the daughter pays? “See you in court.” I’m sorry.

Then the relative set fire and pointed at a new bamboo, saying, “What kind of man are you, and what is the matter with other people? I’m sorry.

“I’m her boyfriend. And Zhang took my hand and stared at the relative: “Thus do ye bully her, I disagree! I’m sorry.

The relative pointed at me and said that I was not a good learner.

I looked at the hand of a new bamboo and he smiled with shame: “There is no need for mercy for such relatives. I’m sorry.

But the hand is not loose.

I stinged, and he seemed to wake up and let go: “I’ll take you back to my sister.” I’m sorry.

Because of my parents and my grandparents in kindergarten, I had a week off.

I was going to stay in the dorm, but Shinji said that the blood snake had been taken away, but fearing that the babies would come to me, he said that it would be safer for me to stay in the house of my husband.

She specifically asked Yu to call me and invite me over.

He also told me that I would be able to give my brother-in-law a chance to get along with his sister-in-law.

I was living with my sister, and I knew why my parents used the Bone Snake Forum this time.

According to the brother-in-law ‘ s analysis, the babies of the blood snake had a strong desire to survive, but they had been buried in the ground for more than 30 years, and had been burdened with the ashes and ashes of the snakes, which had led to an increase in their resentment.

My mother must be carrying more than a baby. They’re trying to be born with my mother.

My mother was so hungry that she would always have to eat blood because of the number of reborn babies in her body and the fact that they were mixed with snake ashes and contaminated with snakes.

They could have waited, but the snakes in my body had been removed from a new bamboo, and the snakes in the blood snake jar must have sensed and sensed the crisis, so they forced my mother to eat for one day and to grow up in her belly.

Perhaps he was afraid of my imagination, and finally he stressed, “You saw the blood snake, which was used to suppress the blood snake’s head. It’s not possible to give birth to a son because it was made out of lies. I’m sorry.

“Even if the snakes in your body are not removed, and hundreds of babies in your mother’s belly, do you think she’ll be alive?” And when he said that, he took a special look at her, and she probably asked her to comfort me.

They’re all very warm people, so I haven’t been in class lately and I’m staying there at night.

I also asked a few times about the bill for a new bamboo, and he took it with him.

My parents’ bodies were taken back to their homes for burial, and I was thinking of at least the last of them.

My grandmother called me and told me not to bring my parents home.

I thought I’d give them a ride.

But the relative called me sour and told me that my grandparents had given my parents a son, and they took charge of that son, who gave them a bowl.

I won’t even pay for my funeral, so don’t go back to shame.

So I stopped thinking about going back.

After my parents died, my days were really quiet, and no one called me more than five times before, forced me to marry and yelled at me.

I still go to kindergarten every day, except for part-time.

It’s just that a new bamboo is starting to come and pick up a little bit, and sometimes after school.

While I was sending Zhang Ying out of the kindergarten door, Zhang Takeo sometimes asked me out for a milk tea, or the old lady in the park asked me to help.

I was the busiest, just telling him to make another appointment.

He’s waiting outside, laughing, looking at me.

Then the extracurricular school will shout out to me, “Now you know what he’s going to do. He’s already doing it. Otherwise, he won’t be able to pick up a small promotion, and he won’t be able to be a zombie.” I’m sorry.

Zhang Ying-hwan was just laughing, and Zhang was kicking a loud and groaning extra kick, and then looking at me, and I didn’t know what it was, and I was laughing.

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PS: The story of the brother-in-law and his heart, please see the new marriage trick. The story of the blood snake. Look at “The Blood Snake Collapse.” Record number: YXA10mba3NuRxeNZv8hQ9

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Keep your eyes on the road.