Is it true?

A bear child in the neighborhood squirted water in the pool to the face and grabbed a little girl’s bathing suit.

I taught you once in the water.

In a few days, he was drowned in a public pool.

From that day onwards, the little girl who had been bullied by him in the neighborhood began to die strangely.

Until I woke up this morning, my bed was wet and my feet were full of water, and there was a drop of water next to my right foot.

My mother was afraid of the drowning kid, and she came to me for revenge, and she found a ghost and a grey fairy, and she said she wanted to show me.

One.

It’s been too hot lately, and I went to bubbles when the pool opened in the district, and I went to the gym.

As a result, a seven- or eight-year-old bear with a water gun on his face in the shallows.

That strong water gun, it hurts a little.

He also targets girls in their teens who don’t know how to swim in the shallows, and when they’re sore at people’s faces, he walks around with a water gun.

People think he’s an apology, and he’s going to rip his shoulder belt, or he’s going to grab his bathing suit, or he’s going to find it.

As soon as he was done with his clothes, he went to the deep water, where he was scolded, and he threw up his tongue and took a water gun, and asked his family to follow him.

But he used to play games when he couldn’t swim, and the little girl was ripped off of her clothes, so he couldn’t even chase him.

The bathing suit was already short, he was seven or eight years old, he had the strength, and in a short time, he took out several of them.

He’s got a kid who can’t find his parents and can’t beat him, even if the girl’s parents get him.

It’s no use calling security. He’s a kid. No one can help him without his parents.

He was told several times by the security guard that he was not serious and that he was still carrying a water gun in the pool, and everyone tried to stay away from him and keep him away from him.

He then bore a well-developed girl and grabbed her bathing suit directly under his armpit and took several blood marks on her shoulder.

The girl, I know, is a very good girl downstairs, but she’s only got a good grade. She’s got a thousand points.

The girl had a thin face, a bathing suit was dipped in water, her arms were bled out, it was difficult to clean up, and she cried with her chest in the shallows.

The kid cried when he was swimming in the deep water and spitting his tongue at the girl and scolding her for shame!

The girl who was growing up had a thin skin, and the girl’s parents were absent and crying and helpless.

I’m a guy with a bad temper, and the girl is a familiar face, and she calls me sister when she’s in the elevator.

Seeing him provokes, he swims straight over, he grabs his water gun, and he comes to his head.

He was forced to fall into the shallow water and made to apologize, while he had his hair turned, turned his arms, held his neck directly, pulled his hand to the side of the fence.

How can this kid apologize and cry falsely? I’m just a bunch of chestnuts to him: “No, I’ll call the police and send your parents to the police station.” I’m sorry.

The people next to you, too.

The kid struggled, and I learned two years of beating, with his arms around his neck, his feet locked, and he couldn’t move. I’m sorry.

And then the kid spits on my face and shouts, “Call the police, call the police, you hit me, I didn’t hit anyone.” I’m sorry.

I’m trying to get rid of my bathing suit’s chest while I spit on my face!

I was so angry that I locked his hands in the water that I drowned him.

I’m afraid something’s happened.

The bear boy was choked a few times, the people around him were accusing him, and I apologized for being so mean.

The next few people who knew him said that he was like this, told him that his family was useless, that I would not bother him, so I did not pay attention to him.

The girl had several blood marks on her shoulder, left light and cried back and sent her back.

When he left, the kid was honest, sitting by the pool with a water gun, smoking water, causing infection in the middle of the pool and sneaking his eyes at me.

I’m not too concerned.

My parents think that I shouldn’t have hit a 7 or 8-year-old boy, and that I’ve been to the gym pool ever since, so our family didn’t go to the pool.

About four or five days later, the kid drowned in the pool and the owner sent the video to the group.

He was lying in the pool with his head and his back on his back, without his bathing pants on, and drowned naked.

The pool in the district is open, but the security guard closes the door at night.

Check the surveillance. The pool was opened in the summer, and there was a few snows last year, which broke out.

The parents never attended the pool when the children of the owner were afraid to go.

I was feeling a little sympathetic, feeling guilty, but I didn’t know what was going on, so I didn’t care, but my mother said something.

When I got off work, a lot of people were under my roof, and my neighbor’s grandmother pulled me out of there and told me to go back.

It is only then that I know that when the body was pulled up, the bear was found with a wound, saying that he had been strangled and drowned alive in the water, and that even his pants had been pulled off, which parent must have had his clothes ripped off in retaliation.

My neighbor’s grandmother looked me in the eye when she said “retaliation.”

I don’t really care. I taught him a few days ago.

But when I came home, my parents were cleaning up, and the family was in a mess, it became clear that the father and mother of the bear had brought in and smashed a lot of things, saying that I hit him in the pool, called me a murderer and killed their son.

The police came and took them away.

My parents didn’t blame me, they just told me that the girls downstairs who got hollered by Ho Ho Ho are being fucked up, and that they were growing up like this at a young age and deserved to be called big cows.

The bear’s child is behind it.

I took my mother’s cell phone and read about the owner’s family, which the child had torn to, because it was possible to hate the bear’s child, whose parents suspected of reprisals, went to house-to-house and slammed people’s things without a word.

He lived in seven houses, 1408, because he was torn in the morning, moved out, and no one knew their family name, which was called 1408.

I thought the bear was seven or eight years old and was playing alone in the pool because his parents were busy at work, and it was only when I saw the crowd that his parents lived on cards, that they were in the chess room, and that the couple were working together to win.

People who are addicted to cards, fearing that the child will bother them, and the child who has been crying since childhood, hungry, will give him money to buy his own snacks at the commissary and go crazy, as long as he doesn’t bother them to play cards.

The bear and child used to be in trouble, but they were children, and all the other children were avoiding him and calling him the little plague god.

I don’t have children, so I don’t know.

I’m not serious when I’m well-deserved, and the police come in and take statements.

They didn’t say much, they just taught me not to do it again.

It was a murder, the body of the bear child was taken away, the parents refused to dissect it, and it was the girls who had been beaten up by the bear child who had to take revenge at home, and I, of course, had the police arrest us and torture us, and no one would admit it.

The kid died in a small swimming pool, and the property must have cost money.

I believe in the police, and I’m not too concerned about it.

It was only in the early morning that it was found that the bed’s feet were wet with water, with a single drop of water on the right foot and a drop of water that was not like a drag.

Asked my mother, she thought it was a leak upstairs, but there were no water marks on the ceiling.

When my room was small, the air conditioner was installed at the end of the bed, my mother thought the air conditioner was broken, and the air conditioning water came out of the windboard and asked someone to fix the air conditioning so I could go to work earlier.

I was in the elevator, and I ran into that little girl downstairs for a few days, and the whole thing was a mess, as if he had just washed his hair, wet, and stuck it in a mess.

The water with the tails is wet, and even the clothes are wet, with a pink blue little vest inside.

The elevator door opened, and she didn’t come in, and she stood there and looked at me with a pair of red and red eyes. I’m sorry.

She went to the Provincial Focus High School, where she was recorded, followed by a class in secret, so she went to remedial classes early in the day.

When I met them the other day, I was impressed by the fact that their generation of children was too complicated.

I thought she was scared by the death of that bear child, scared of the water, laughed at her and said hello to her.

But she stood there, and she looked at me with her head up and frightfully, as if her eyes had been up all night, black and blue and covered in blood.

I see a bit of a pain in the ass when it comes to the kid, who died and the victims were scared.

Put her on the elevator and ask her to get to the elevator. I have paper in my bag to dry her hair first.

But as soon as I reached out, I felt cold on my chest, a few wet finger prints appeared on my chest, and I pulled my clothes down.

The girl suddenly screamed and I looked at her again as if she had a small, white hand in her wet pony tail, reaching out from behind, strangling her neck and pressing her down.

When the girl screamed, it was as if she had been strangled, her eyes were white and she went straight to the ground.

I was so scared to pull her out of the elevator and see what happened to her.

I almost got my hand caught by the elevator door, so I followed the elevator.

I’ve been working on all the floors down there, and I’m glad I stopped on the five floors down there.

My heart is full, running out of the elevator, looking at the wet finger marks on my clothes, as if the water had not dipped, and still kept clear finger marks.

Looks small. Looks like a kid’s handprint.

Thinking of the girl under her hair, with her white hand strangling her neck, and the way she looked, she wanted to go back to the elevator, but when she thought of the weirdness of the elevator, she was afraid, so she just ran up the security ladder.

She ran and called my mother and asked her if she knew about the phone number downstairs and said that the girl was in a bad condition, that she was scared, that it was better to take a day off at home, and that she should not go to a tutorial.

My mother has been annoyed these past two days, and she yells back at me: “You’re a real dog, aren’t you having enough trouble with the rats? Go to your shift and do what you have to do! I’m sorry.

I was scolded for my blood, but I was upset when I thought about the girl’s weird situation.

When I ran down to the house downstairs, I found water running from the elevator door to her door.

There’s a drop of water right next to it, just like the water on my bed feet.

The girl is gone, and I think of her eyes red, and her little white hands under her wet hair, and I feel something.

Knocked on her door for half a day and didn’t open it.

It was also strange that the grandmother who lived across from her house was taking her granddaughter to dance classes and watching so much water in the building.

When I heard about the girl, she was a little blue, so I waited. She called the girl’s mother.

The parents on the other side of the phone were clearly wrong, and the grandmother looked at the water, as if she had thought of it, and said, “You are gone and you are left alone at home, and there is water at your door. As the old saying goes, the drowning water demons are looking for replacements. I’m sorry.

Two.

I heard Grandma say that the Water Ghost is looking for a double, and the instinct is to look down and look at the wet fingerprints on the chest, and it’s still wet and it doesn’t see anything.

Grandma seemed to know something. She took a leave of absence from her granddaughter’s dance class, asked her to go home and wait, closed the door, and waited with me for her parents.

Qingqing’s parents work at 8:00, so they leave around 7:30. Qing’s remedial class is like mine at 9:00. She doesn’t have to pick it up at her age.

Grandma’s always in a hurry, looking at me, frowning.

She saw me hairy in my heart, especially in this heat, standing in the hall for a while, sweating on my back and still drying on my chest.

She came back on an electric car with a helmet, sweaty, red and clearly impatient.

He opened the door and yelled at her, saying that he had never answered the phone, that it was more than 9 a.m., that he had not attended school, and that he spent so much money on her remedial classes.

When she looked at me, she had a bad look and a chill.

And she looked across the street and said, “Even if the little water ghost was looking for a double, she wouldn’t find my family. I wouldn’t have been so scared if I hadn’t hit them like that. I’m sorry.

No wonder my mom called me a rat when she heard about her house.

It’s because I helped her get out of the pool, stomped the bear’s kid, 1408.

But there was water at the door of her house, and Grandma looked at my fingertips on my chest and laughed: “Open the door and see if Qingqing is okay.” I’m sorry.

And she opened the door with the key, and she yelled at it before it was pushed: “Lou Muqing, you will die and spend so much of your money on remedial classes, you will sleep at home.” It’s easy for me and your dad to make money. Why do you read? I’m sorry.

She yelled so loud, I was scared.

Her eyes were frowned on the door and she was crying so badly that she was usually so rude to her.

But as soon as the door was pushed, it heard the loud sound of water, which was all over the door, and the door just spilled.

And her mother was scared and yelled at her neck: “Where the hell are you?” I’m sorry.

It was like there was a whirlwind in the house, and I said to her, “Look at the toilet first. I’m sorry.

There’s a bad feeling in my heart.

Qingqing Ma will be a little strung out, walking in the water and calling out the name of Qing, but the sound is not as strong as it used to be.

I’m a little worried too. Take off my shoes and step in.

It’s also strange that in this heat, when I wash it in the morning, the water is still warm, but as soon as I step in, it’s as cold as the water from winter.

I had the instinct to get my feet back, and I was suffocating, and I said, “The water is a little cold.” I’m sorry.

Listen to the sound of the house. I’m going to step on her.

But the grandmother grabbed me and shook her head at me, and said, “The Bean Ghost, a mess, and the Water Ghost is looking for a double. He’s alive, and he’s dead, and he can’t walk around without the law.” I’m sorry.

The old saying here is that a child dies and becomes a bean ghost.

It’s just jumping, jumping, jumping.

I’m actually an atheist, but I don’t believe in a water ghost looking for a double, even though I feel a little weird in the morning.

I don’t believe her, but she’s screaming.

The kind that rips the lungs off!

I couldn’t help but listen to it. I couldn’t stand the water.

There are no more slabs.

I stepped on the water and ran all the way inside.

Her house is right below my house, it’s the same family size, and the public bathroom is in the bottom.

When I get there, I’ll see her holding the bathroom door and screaming, “Aah!

She was shaking, and nothing could come out except screaming.

Following her eyes, she saw a half-buttoned body standing in front of the washroom.

The water tap of the washbasin is still unconnected, and the shrouding black hair flows along the white balconies.

He who was helpless stood next to his face-washing table, was gleamed with blood, and a water flow came out of the slitting of his finger.

It’s like a body with a head down below the tap in the washpan.

“Ah . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

And We washed the green and wet nightgown, and those hands that fell on one side, and turned their hands and pulled their young mother out.

She kept her hands around the door, screaming, staring at the body with soft eyes and her head buried in a washbath.

I don’t know how hard it took to get her to the door.

When she came to the door, she wouldn’t go out, with her hands on the door, and her ass in the water, screaming, “Ying Qing! I’m sorry.

My feet were so blue, I felt like ice water, I forced my young mother out of her arms.

It seemed like she had some vision for her, and said, “Call the police.” I’m sorry.

Grandma seemed to have guessed something, called the police and helped me move her to the corner of the building.

My mom heard something and ran off and saw me, biting my teeth, like she hated steel.

Those upstairs, too, came in when they heard the news, but nobody dared to come in.

As if she had lost her soul in the corner, she said, “As soon as she was recorded, the school has given them a class to make up for the first grade. My daughter was a good girl, and we didn’t even have to worry about studying…”

And she kept comforting her, staring at my frozen feet: “Go home and let your mother grind some of her rice, and make some ginger juice, or you will suffer at night.” I’m sorry.

There’s a security booth outside of our neighborhood. The police came quickly and took the scene under control.

He came back, looked at the door and passed out.

Qingqing Ma was held aside by a female police officer and I took a statement with her.

This time it was an old cop, and when I came downstairs to see my hair wet in front of the elevator, my eyes were kind of wrong.

And three times you’re sure, “You said you were down at 8:20 and you saw her? I’m sorry.

I noded, I took my cell phone when I went out, and I stung it. I looked at the time. It was 8:23.

Looking at the old cop’s frown, I told him I saw the weird look.

In fact, back now, I know something’s weird.

Looks like he died. He probably woke up in the morning, washed his hair in a wash, was stuck inside and drowned alive.

When she died, she was wearing a pyjamas that I didn’t even see her at the elevator door…

Besides, I saw a dead, white hand coming out behind her neck.

Is it really the Waterman looking for a double?

Or the kid’s revenge?

Then why didn’t he seek revenge from the man who killed him?

You’ve been a ghost and you’ve been bullying!

It’s probably a little weird, and the building’s been monitored, and the old cop sent me home.

As soon as I got back, I didn’t get through the door, my mother was at the door, with a whip made up of willows, and I was pumped from head to to toe, and I was like, “Striking, beating.”

When I smoked one, I was pulled in, and I was scolded at my nose.

The owners blew up the pot because of it, 1408, and the two of them, when they heard it, came to the front of the Qing family’s house, laughing at it as a karma, saying that his son would listen to him and not worry.

Now someone had killed his son, and he would take revenge on him.

He said that if his son did not commit suicide himself, his son would be found alone.

This is disgusting!

My mom was so scared about the water from my bed in the morning that she asked my grandma downstairs a lot of questions.

I was given a couple of jars of congee with a juice machine, mixed with ginger juice, and held me to my feet.

Don’t tell me I’ve been in pain since I stepped on the water. It’s like I’m wearing a pair of hairy socks and I can’t feel my feet anywhere.

There’s a sip of ginger milk in there, and I don’t know if it’s too much ginger juice and it’s hot.

A nice bowl of rice is like black and blue when I blow it.

As a result of the death of the Qingqing, the search for a replacement for a water ghost in the herd of owners is based on the principle of trust and trust, requiring families to take care of their children, especially girls who have been harassed, and never to leave or approach water.

It began to be said that even if the bear was skinned, he would be a child of seven or eight years old and not die.

It’s too much to tell me that the bear kid didn’t do anything to me.

It was also said that I was the first to take revenge because I was the one who took the lead, and that the first to take revenge was me, or else he wouldn’t give me a message, so I wouldn’t touch the water.

Speaking of which, there’s no one to talk about who killed that bear kid.

Even if my mother stopped me and yelled, “You beat the kid, you didn’t die, you killed my family.” I’m sorry.

“My Qing Qingqing has not been able to reach the provincial priorities. “The young mother’s voice is dumb and she’s screaming.

I’m so angry with her. I’m stuck with my dad.

It was as if the property and the neighbours had persuaded her.

I later learned that police surveillance, together with the fact that the family’s door was locked and that no outsiders had entered, and that there were no injuries on his body, was temporarily classified as an accident.

You can wash your hair in the washroom. How can it happen?

The police naturally don’t believe in such things as finding a double.

But that night, the parents of the girl who had been beaten up by that 1408 bear child were afraid of revenge, carrying candles and some snacks, going out to the pool and burning the kid out of trouble.

And those who went to exchange their children directly, and even in the group, and said, “Let me apologize to the 1408, so that the kid doesn’t take revenge.

After all, I’m afraid of the bad guys, and I’m afraid that the bad guys are afraid to bully them, so I’ll give them 1408 even for everyone.

My parents looked at me, and they were so angry and sore, they asked me to take a few days off, to find a place to hide, to come back when the case was solved.

My mother also advised me that if I were a grown man, I would say that I had a head and a debt. But you know, he was a bear child. What’s the point of dying? I’m sorry.

“He was afraid of you, and the tomato sought a soft squeal, knowing that he was weak and corrupted, so he was even more afraid to find his murderer, so that he might come to you after killing him this time. “My mom’s a liar.”

I’m not afraid of shadows. Don’t hide.

My dad’s mad at me. If he didn’t do that to Qing, he’d get in trouble.

They couldn’t stand me, and then they just yelled, so I wouldn’t touch the water, so I wouldn’t wash in the shower for days, so my mom would just wipe my towel.

Drink water and use a straw, a small sip of tummy, don’t choke.

I’m a little tired of reading, and they say whatever they say, and it feels so unfair.

I haven’t slept well in these two days, and I can’t sleep well when my head’s been shrouded in a washbasket, when my hair spills out with water, and when my hands shake white and green.

Sleeping in a trance, the sound of water was heard, and the cold began again in the feet of the rice soaked for a long time.

Then someone cried in my ear and called me sister.

When I woke up, I looked up, and I saw the air conditioner that wasn’t on.

The air conditioner drops off the windboard, 50-60 centimeters from the bed, and it blows up to my feet.

It’s like stepping on water spills at the Green House today.

And my bed’s feet, and I don’t know when, and I’m dripping big water.

I’m really scared to get up and sit in the living room, and I can’t drink water.

My parents heard noises and looked up and pulled out the air conditioner plug and sat with me in the living room until dawn.

Then my mother asked someone to find a master.

It turned out to be the grandmother across the street from the Green Family, who said she had introduced a godmother for the Grey Fairy called Cloudy.

My parents say it’s the Grey Fairy.

After all, it’s well known that the five great fairies, the fox, the white willow ash, and the grey ash as the last, are rats, but usually no one gives.

But my family has no way of doing this, and there’s a famous Willow Fairy in the south of town, and my mother’s willows are broken from the willow tree, but they’ve been burned with oil recently.

My mother thought Willows couldn’t even protect themselves, let alone me.

Since the Grey Fairy is said to be more credible than those of parents, then let the grandmother try.

We’re here for the fairies, like the legendary pixie, and we’re willing to take it.

It’s just that we’re going to have to order more nuts like guacamole, peanuts, chestnuts and so on.

It’s a hot day, and whoever has it, my dad goes to the supermarket.

The man arrived at noon, an old woman aged 60 to 70 years, with a young man with an inch of twenty head, a bright eye, and a soul.

The young man is supposed to be an assistant, who looks nice and clean and comes and sits on the side and eats peanuts.

It’s all about my parents.

Don’t tell me I rarely see a boy like this. How can I put it? It’s in the language that’s popular now, but because of those eyes, it’s a little dark-stamped.

When you reach out and grab a melon peanut, you look at the people next to you, and when no one sees you, you reach out, and you reach out with your fingers, whether a melon or a peanut chip, and then you turn around and eat quietly.

It’s like I’m afraid of Cloudy saying he got caught.

It’s a little itchy to see the way you look.

I was a little out of control with my “child-friendly” nature, and I saw him stretching out and squeezing a melon, and I grabbed him with his hand.

Whoever takes a melon doesn’t scratch his hand and then takes it slowly, even though it’s because it looks good and doesn’t look like a pussy.

He saw me grab a melon for him, blinked at me with black eyes and looked at me as if I was confused.

I pulled his hand and stuffed it in his hand.

When my parents talk to the godmother, then bring out the snack and leave it before him: “Eat, it is for you.” I’m sorry.

He held that guacamole in his hand, his black eyes flashed and noded his head and said, “Thank you.”

The cloud looked at me, looked at the man, coughed, and suddenly turned and looked at my parents, and said, “Can you give me the words of Chen Chen?” I’m sorry.

3

My parents told me they’d give me eight words, noded their heads and asked Yun-gu to count as if they had been robbed recently.

Take a good swim, that’s all.

Cloudy’s hand is over, saying I’ve been in trouble lately, but it’s a good thing.

As soon as my mother heard about the bad news, she thought that although I had been in trouble for two nights, at least I didn’t have anything to do with her.

It’s really not a line, even the guy who’s high on melons is surprised to see my mom.

I pushed her, and she looked at me: “How can you marry a single dog with a single dog?” I told you when I stomped on the kid in the pool in front of so many people, you’d be in trouble sooner or later. Then something happened to Qing, and you ran to the front, not to mention the whole neighborhood. I can still serve you for decades? I’m sorry.

I was scolded in the corner of the sofa, and with that young man, I was stoned, and my mother was forced by the clouds to count marriages.

When Yun-gu did, he kept staring at me and the young man next to me, and finally I had a good marriage, and I had a good fortune and a good meal.

I was high on melons, and she kept staring at me and the boy, especially when the look was a little weird, making him look like he wouldn’t even do it, with his good-looking fingers squeezing and staring at the clouds.

The black eyes were filled with the twilight and the frightful, and the clouds were staring at him, and the eyes were widening.

The boy seemed scared, and he shrunk to the corner of the sofa and shook his head at her.

I think he’s going to be “coerced” to do something he doesn’t want.

I sat there laughing, standing between the cloud and the young man, and said, “Is there nothing wrong with me now? I’m sorry.

She turned her back and looked at the young man behind me, and said, “It’s easy for the king to pass, and the children are hard to follow.” He’s a hard one to live, and when he’s dead, he’s free. It’s all the more trouble if you can’t live without a double. I’m sorry.

I heard so much about it, it was bullshit, and she kept looking at the guy behind me, and he kept pulling back and making my parents look weird.

I saw the young man in a difficult situation, and I grabbed him with a candy-cracked chestnut, and I looked at her, “Did the girl downstairs get a double?” But the kid didn’t go to the stock tire? I’m sorry.

“The one downstairs became a ghost. This time it’s coming from behind me.

The sound is also weak, but it’s as good as it looks.

I turned my head and looked at the boy. He was carefully biting the chestnut.

He’s gonna bite him in half.

When I looked at him, my black eyes turned around, and my body shrunk back, and my finger was holding the chestnut, whispering, “The kid has no rules, likes to take a man by force, and is bullied by him. The little girl was caught by him as a ghost and bullied by him. So he’s not a double, and he’s not in the first seven, and he can’t go to the palace. I’m sorry.

“If he enters the earth, he will be punished for his death and death, and he will probably enter a hungry ghost or animal. “The young man is holding half a chestnut and making it clear.

Even my mother looked up and noded her head and leaned over: “I don’t care about him, though he’s dead, he’s a child.” All I care about is my daughter.”

My mom had a big voice, and the boy was squeezing the chestnut, and his eyes were shrunk.

My mother looked sorely, she was too busy whispering, and I said, “Don’t be afraid, aunty’s loud. Just tell Auntie if there’s any way to get that kid out of here. Can he be born earlier if he goes to jail earlier? I think of him, too, don’t I? I’m sorry.

“It’s not like it’s a sin to kill people! My mom turned her hands and used to shoot her thighs.

I saw the young man’s frightful face, and I shrunk back.

I looked at the boy, and he looked like he was blushing, and he couldn’t eat half a chestnut for days, and he looked at us like he was trying to do something.

Cloudy looked at him, groaning, a little hateful.

Guess this guy, she brought a student or something, got a little mad at him.

I saw him with half a chestnut round his mouth for half a day, being watched by so many people and embarrassed to eat.

And reached out with a chestnut, and delivered it to him: “Eat first, eat later.” I’m sorry.

He blinked and looked at my golden chestnut, and put half of his hand in his mouth, reaching out with his fingertips.

This is the slow way to swallow: “A child is afraid of his parents, so that his parents can give him more money, burn more money, throw a human doll in the water where he died, and make him an impostor.” He’ll let him go without killing him. I’m sorry.

It all seems reasonable, but I think 1408, the two of them knew that he might have been killed by his son, and that they were happy, and it didn’t feel good.

And my mom was all over the boy, asking if there was any other way, and the boy was just shaking his head.

It’s a little difficult to get 1408 of his unreasonable two sons to stop messing around without the police finding the killer.

Cloudy has also shown that this is the only solution for the time being, so let’s negotiate the rest of the legal matters, and she can settle them and leave.

But when I think of them, what if the kid comes back?

Two nights after that, and the death of Qing, and the burning of paper in the middle of the night outside the pool, I’m a little convinced.

“What about me?” And what if the kid gets hurt again?”

And the cloud turned its eyes, and looked at the young man who chewed chestnuts behind me, and smiled, and said: Let the star of the stars protect you here. I’m sorry.

And I was afraid that my parents would be worried, and the cloud would hasten to explain, “Don’t look at him like he’s young, but he’s bigger than me, because he’s too weak to come out alone.” And he’s good at night. Don’t sleep. It’s best for kids. I’m sorry.

It’s obvious that the star is a little unwelcome, with his eyes running, and he’s standing up and going out.

But when he said those things, they were clear, well-founded, and he heard him say he was a big deal.

Even if we’re working on this thing, we’re gonna have to give him a little bit of chill; the one who’s pulling him, leaving him for dinner, and he’s gonna stay here and protect me.

And the star was terrified of their passions, and their eyes were dazzled, and they didn’t take the money, but they left a word, saying, “Give it all to the star, and leave.”

I think he’s scared of my mom. She’s busy cooking.

My mom made my dad buy food, and I’m so sorry: “It’s a waste of a good child to follow these gods and be a star.” I’m sorry.

And while you’re looking at the kitchen, you ask what’s the name of the star?

How old are you?

Is it 18?

The star looks nice and cute, and my mother answers whatever she asks.

When I asked my age, I was a little embarrassed, and my eyes turned, and I whispered, “It’s over 20. I’m sorry.

I saw my mom again and I started asking why she learned this from Yun-gu.

The star of the stars was struck with a look, and then pulled him to the balcony.

And the star was soft, and when he was on the balcony, he saw the sun, as if it were a little gruesome, and shrunk behind the curtains in the corner, and looked at me, “Don’t worry, I will protect you from this.” I’m sorry.

Then his frightful image felt like I was protecting him, not me.

“You said the little girl who died downstairs was caught as a ghost, and even if she died, she’d suffer from that kid.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. “You want to save her?” I’m sorry.

Don’t tell me he’s a coward, but he’s smart.

In fact, I feel a little guilty inside. If I hadn’t made a big deal of it, she wouldn’t have been killed.

Qingqing was really a good kid, even if he was killed, he would have sent me a message early yesterday, so I wouldn’t touch the water.

The drop of water last night must have been the kid again, and she was calling me “sister” and waking me up.

She’s still a little angry with me, but even if she was killed, she was still protecting me.

How could I not save her first!

“Yes. And the star leaned against the curtains, and noded at me: “Say hello to the girl’s parents, and take what she loved most, and bring one more of her clothes, and I will bring her back for protection.” I’m sorry.

I thought I’d nod my head and go to 1408, and I didn’t know how to communicate with them.

But young parents, anyway.

The lunch was very good, and my mom kept making for the stars, and he couldn’t make it.

The softness of the star, who knows nothing but rejection and rebellion.

Or I can’t watch it anymore. When my mom was packing for a star, she caught her food with chopsticks.

My mom wasn’t happy to stare at me. I looked at the chicken leg and the shrimp in the star bowl, and my mom laughed a little bit: “The boy, he’s so popular, he’s so sexy, he’s not like some guy. I’m sorry.

At dinner, I changed to black and went downstairs and knocked on the door.

Yesterday, when the water came in, they were supposed to move away, but the parents refused, saying that the kid would come back and avenge himself, and that they’d wait here to get back and let her avenge herself.

When I knocked on the door, it was my father, he had no eyes, and I saw him. He shook his head at me and said, “Let me go.”

I told you about pushing the door so that I could turn into a ghost and be tormented by the ghost, and of course I brought a star to save Qing.

But he’s got eyes, he’s not angry, he’s been wandering around.

I don’t know if he heard me after I said it.

“Dad, did I say that? If not, I’ll tell you again? I pushed the door and wanted to say it again.

Then she burst out of the sky, tearing apart his father, pointing at me, and scolding, “What good is that? You have the power to kill him again and save my family?” I’m sorry.

And she was covered with red eyes, and her nose, and her face, black lips, and she burst out of her face, and she fell upon me like a ghost: “By the life of my family, you have made my family live.” I’m sorry.

She looked mean, but the whole thing was shaking and pushing him away.

“You killed Qingqing.” I’m sorry.

I’m holding her in my hands, and it’s going to come close, and I’m gonna slap her in my hand, and I’m gonna have a long hand in the back of my head, and I’m holding her wrist.

The voice of the star is still weak: “No beating.” I’m sorry.

I was busy pushing my young mother into her father’s arms, looking at her, “I really want to save her. If you don’t believe me, ask a magician.” I have some responsibility for this, but it’s not me. I’m sorry.

“It’s not you who’s guilty, why didn’t the kid kill anyone but my family?” Insolent, while alive, evil, and dead and evil, why did you not do this to him? All he knows is that you’re doing this to my family, not because you’re doing it! “The young mother was in the arms of his father, but he also seemed unable to hold him and fell on the floor.

And yet he was slapping his leg and pointing at me.

On several occasions, he tried to pull her up, but he also seemed weak and weak, and he pulled two pieces and sat on the floor with his own ass, leaning against his shoe closet, leaning his head down and tearing his eyes apart.

When he found out that he had come back, he fainted. Even if I had just come here, he had not spoken, and remained silent.

I watched the couple sitting at the door, crying without a word, yelling at their legs and thinking at home.

She was still sitting on the floor, scolding me, yelling at me, “I have the face to come to their house,” and saying, “I have afflicted her.”

It’s kind of sad to see her like that, and I’m sure that it’s not my primary responsibility, but it’s useless to argue with her again.

It’s still important to save Qingqing, and I’ve missed her, and I’ve looked at Qingqing’s father: “You can find a master to make sure that we can save Qing if you can. I’m sorry.

“Why didn’t you save her when she was alive? You’re the one who killed her, and now you’re crying rats! “The young mother was staring at me.

Everything I say behind me is stuck in my throat.

Like my mother said, it looks like it’s soft or hard.

And just as I hesitated how to open my mouth, the star behind me was soft and soft: “Why don’t you go to the bear, since you know it was the kid who killed your daughter? I’m sorry.

“He’s dead! He’s a ghost. How do we find him? The young mother shouted at me, staring at me, “Even though he was alive, he was a child, and he killed people without responsibility, let alone a ghost.” But you’re an adult. You don’t know what’s important. I’m sorry.

“Then you can find his parents. “The stars blinked with their black eyes, and they couldn’t understand.

“What good is it that his parents do not look for them?” They don’t mix. They can keep their sons like this! I’m sorry.

“So you scolded Chen because she was not in trouble, she was an adult and she was not supposed to save your daughter from the bear child, and she should have let your daughter be bullied. “The voice of the star is still soft and weak.”

But the order remains clear: “Your daughter, after her death, knows the dead and writes to Chen to protect her.” So you know nothing but anger, and you are worse than your daughters. I’m sorry.

“What happened to us? If it wasn’t for her, how could she have died just my daughter? Let’s die together! I’ll kill the kid! “And she stood up like a ghost, staring at me and the star.

She’s too fucked up, and I’m an instinctive step back, but the star behind her stretches to my shoulder.

He’s soft and comfortable.

I was just about to convince my mom to run down the security ladder, pull me down, shake my voice: “You go out and hide for a few days, just four 703 girls, who died of milk and tea!” I’m sorry.

4

My mom was obviously scared, and my hand was cold and my voice was shaking.

I didn’t even look at her, and she held me in my arms and pulled me to the security ladder.

When she heard someone died, she smiled and said, “Yeah, we’re all dead. Why is it only my family who died?

Her voice was crazed and she was laughing, but she was wearing a crotch and sand, and her eyes were sewn and she had water.

I was taken half by my mother to the security door, and I turned my head and saw my young mother sitting on the floor, crying and smiling.

He’s still leaning down on his head like a puppet.

I remember when I used to go out and come back at night, I met him and his young parents sneaking back, and I went out to barbecue and tea with them.

Father and daughter have a good relationship!

My mom pulled me down the security ladder and said hello to the star.

“Good boy, you’ve got to protect Chen. Yun-gu says you can do it, and aunty believes you.” I’ll buy you whatever you want to eat I’m sorry.

Cedars, my mom said to follow, and he followed the melon.

My mom dragged me down the 9th floor and said, “Clean up my clothes. I was going to go to Xinjiang Tibet, which was dry and water-poor, and I drove myself to Xinjiang Tibet.

There are temples all over Tibet. There are all kinds of masters. I’m sure there won’t be any trouble.

I’ve been thinking about how Qingqing is still in the hands of that little water ghost.

“It’s no use hiding, I’ll never come back to Tibet” I’m sorry.

“Are you stupid? “My mother put her hand on my forehead and stomped on me, and hated the iron and steel, and said, “I told you the last time I saw you in the pool, so many people were watching, why didn’t anyone teach the boy a lesson?” I’m not afraid of causing trouble! I’m sorry.

“Ooh! If you could, your dad shouldn’t have taught you to do that. You did, now you’re in trouble. Did anyone thank you? People only blame you. You want to get killed by that kid, too? “My mother’s eyes are red and the water flashes.

Bite your teeth, and your ears are so tight, “We’re both dead, and so many other homes have been fucked up by that son of a bitch.” Don’t you want to make a difference now? I’m sorry.

I was punched in the forehead by my mother, but I saw the crazy look of my young mother and the dead look of her father, and I was holding my breath.

I met you in the elevator, but you still call me sister.

As a child, I heard her mother yell at her, but she never had a temper, did homework, attended tutorials, was packed and never brought home.

I was bullied in the pool, and I didn’t dare scream and cry like all the other girls!

She won over a thousand points. It’s not easy.

Such a good boy, such a promising child, who was bullied in his life and died in his own fucking way!

I pulled my mother’s hand, and shook my head at her, and it was the firm way: “The star said there was a way, so I wanted to save Qingqing.” I’m sorry.

“You’ve got a brain! My mother was as angry as she was when she was a kid, reaching out and scratching my ears.

But as soon as she reached out, the star standing next to me stood in his way, and stood in his way: “If she died, I could save her.” I’m sorry.

“Did you save my mother?” She’s dead. “My mother was so angry at the star that she cried in half, that she saw his neck shrunk and his eyes dazzled, and his voice slowly descended.

I did not hear what the star of the stars meant to save Qingqing, after all he had said if he could save Qingqing.

He asked him, “Is it the girl who just died who can be saved?” I’m sorry.

My mother yelled against the wall of the building, but she nodded.

My mother saw him like that and took a breath, and she couldn’t help but say, “You’re as kind as Chen. But this kind of thing can’t be contaminated. I’m sorry.

She said, “The water in her eyes came down, and she swayed at us with her face: “Who cares if I’m a good boy? I’m sorry.

My dad saw us all the time, and he came up, and she was crying, and she was hugging her, so she didn’t worry, and I grew up.

I was too busy talking about a star and asking my dad what happened to the girl who was choked by milk tea.

And my parents had a vision. Last night they told me I had to drink with a snorkel.

703’s daughter is only 11 years old, 1 metre, 6 years old, but she’s still a child, and the whole neighborhood knows her daughter is tall.

Her parents didn’t believe in this evil, they didn’t leave last night, they didn’t burn the paper, but they were careful.

The family was watching her, and Grandma and Grandpa were watching.

But now it’s hot, it’s hotter after noon, and the girl wants her milk tea, and her father doesn’t believe in it and caressss her daughter, and she’s asked for a milk tea.

There’s something wrong with Grandma and Grandpa who don’t let her drink with a straw and eat with a spoon.

My dad said, “Give me the phone. There’s a video in the owner’s house.”

Her parents used it to monitor her homework.

It’s clear from the surveillance that the girl used to sit on the couch and drink the stuff from a spoonful of milk tea, and drink it like her hands were out of control, with the spoons getting faster, feeding in her mouth, chewing without chewing, and swallowing directly.

Some of them can’t swallow. They follow their mouths.

The girl herself felt wrong, had a panic on her face, even if she wanted to resist, and could not control it at all. The plastic spoon could see it being bent by a force, and it was so fast that it stuck something in her mouth.

And even that spoon, most of it stuffed into the girl’s throat.

The girl wanted to scream, but she had a mouth, something in her mouth choked into the airpipe and then sprayed it out of her nose with red beans, Simi, pearls, etc., strangling her legs, screaming, screaming and biting the spoon.

Her family’s here. She’s not here to help.

But then the half of the milk tea was tied to her face, and the cap of the cup was the kind of Jell-O that soaked it, and it was on the side of her mouth and half of the milk tea was covered in her nose.

Her parents were trying hard to pull the milk cup, and they couldn’t even see it coming with a hand.

Her father was so busy with scissors, she cut the bottom of the retorted milk cup, she thought she could pull it off, but she couldn’t.

Her father took her down and carried her up, thought the milk tea would come out, so she wouldn’t choke, and stood upside down, trying to spit something out of her throat.

Her grandmother and grandfather were so angry that her mother called.

However, when the call was made, the girl threw up a large share of the water in her throat, mixed it with milk tea and the red beans, Simi, pearls, peanuts, all of it, wet her father’s body, and threw it down.

Her father strangled her throat, but it was useless, and the girl had so much water in her mouth, so much water, so much water, so much water, so much water, so much pain in her mouth and so much pain in her mouth.

Not a moment later, just from the surveillance footage, you can see that the limbs are not pumped.

Her father kept slitting her throat and hugged her up for artificial respiration.

Grandma and Grandpa kneel on their knees, begging for nothing…

But when her father breathed artificially, in the shadows, he could see two small, white hands around her neck.

“Stop looking! My father saw me in the wrong mood and took my phone over: “Only at noon, the ambulance arrived flat, dragged to the hospital and didn’t save it. I’m sorry.

“Both of them knew something had happened and said they deserved to die playing cards in the chess room. They say their son is capable, they’re going to take them all away from him, and they’re taking pictures of him! I’m sorry.

“703 found out, sent the surveillance to the owner’s group, then took the knife and went to the chess shop outside the district to find 1408. I’m sorry.

My dad felt bad, too, with his eyes covered in blood. “They’re really assholes. Save them if you can. I’m sorry.

My mother looked at my father and tried to stop him, but didn’t know what to think, or did she take a breath and suck my nose: “In this world, the devil is afraid of the wicked, and the good kids will be crushed by those damn kids, and there’s no justice! I’m sorry.

She’s been under a lot of pressure these days, and she’s a sensitive person, and she’s gone with her red eyes.

My dad looked at me and looked at the star, and he was swinging, and he said he’d take us to the parents of 703, please.

And the star of the stars, holding on to its gourds, was blind, and the solemn nod of its head: “Okay.” I’m sorry.

When I got in the car, my mom sat in the co-driver and kept smoking her nose.

By the time we got to the chess shop outside the district, the police had arrived, and the 703 man holding the knife had been pulled by many.

“Come on, you’re going to kill me?” My son was killed. The killer hasn’t been found yet? You just killed me, and we married, and we became ghosts with my son, and we killed you people. I’m sorry.

“You say my son is not a good man, he is a evil ghost, you kill us, and our husband and wife become a ghost, and you’re all dead!” I’m sorry.

“Your daughter deserves to die. Didn’t my son just rip off her clothes in the pool, and you grabbed my son and broke his arm. My son is dead, he’s a ghost, he can’t take revenge! Now the law, it’s a ghost! I’m sorry.

“Oh shit! We want my son’s revenge so that you people think you’ll be bullied if you don’t look at him. If your daughter dies, you’ll have to bully my son! My son’s got all of you girls. I’m sorry.

Don’t talk about people watching, even the police next door can’t hear.

They pointed to the parents of 703 and said he was the one with the knife and the police wanted him.

The parents who were so angry at 703 were going to cut their necks with a knife and said that he had to make the dead kid die again and then kill 1408.

Or did the police next door pressurize and take the knife?

But five or six cops couldn’t hold him, red eyes on 1408, and they were screaming, and the whole thing seemed crazy.

Finally, he calmed down after my father got in the car and grabbed him with his little hand and said something in his ear.

My dad was always a good man, and he was in the neighborhood, so 703 got persuaded by my dad and the police took him away.

Before we left, my dad said he wanted his lover to take us to the hospital to see his daughter’s body and see if the star could save it.

I watched 703 in the car being taken away, and the whole person seemed depressed.

Those two people, they’re very proud, standing in front of the chess room, spitting their mouths.

And the star was staring at them, as if he were whispering.

I’m curious to see him, and I’d like to ask my dad where the 703 hostess is.

I saw a woman in a red dress who came from the side, and the red dress was like blood, which, to be precise, was true.

Because when she was walking, there was blood dripping.

My mom was so busy saying to me, “The mother of the 703 family was wearing a red dress and was about to jump off the building.” I’m sorry.

Hand me the phone, see the video from the owner’s house, the lady, standing on the roof above the mahjong house, looking at this side in cold.

But he didn’t jump back and walked down.

It’s gonna be a cold glance at 1408, and she’s looking too cold, a bloody red dress, 1408, and she shuts up.

She turned her face and said to my father, “The child’s father said there was a master in your family who could save my family Hitch.” I’ll wash your car. If you don’t mind, I’ll buy you a new one. I’m sorry.

When she approached, she found out that the drop of blood was from her wrist.

My mom even took a towel and put her in a wound and said hi to my dad.

I was busy putting her in the back seat, helping her with the wound.

She’s just like his dad.

And when he got in the car, he looked at the three of us, and looked at the star next to him, and whispered, “Are you the master?” I’m sorry.

The star was still staring at the 1408 outside, or did I push it to react and nod her head?

She took a look at the star, and her face remained calm: “It’s not the old saying that, in red, blood drops, when she dies, she becomes a ghost.” If I die like this, can I get past that little water ghost? I’m sorry.

She’s got a bad tone, and the air in the car seems heavy, and I hold her hand and I look at the wet blood on both sides of the red dress, and I just feel cold.

So they didn’t have a plan to live.

I looked at her dead eyes and suddenly thought of her father, who was so dead and barely able to hold on to her hand with a wound on her wrist.

“He will have his punishment. “The star seems to feel me shaking, holding my hand, holding her wounds with me.

The star’s hand is soft and meaty, a bit like a cat’s claw’s mat, comfortable and warm.

And his face was still like this, and he looked at her with his eyes dark and dark: “Let’s save her first, and the karma has come, so watch.” I’m sorry.

5

I’ve always felt like a weak, soft boy in need of protection, watching him do it twice in a row, and now, all of a sudden, he’s kind of soft, actually.

By the time we got to the hospital, Hitch’s mother, instead of covering her wrists, was wearing a red dress with blood on her body.

It was only two hours before he died that he was dragged into the morgue and not put in the freezer.

I can’t even look in, and I’m wearing a red dress with blood on it, standing against the wall, with my own wounds, staring at us.

It seems that she will not be able to sew her wounds as long as we do not save Hiki, and will wear the red dress, which is bloody, and will become a ghost to get revenge from the kid.

And my mother was afraid to look, to rip me off, and she didn’t want me to go in there, saying, “We are here with Hermione, to persuade her to meet her wounds. I’m sorry.

But I watched the star standing at the door of the morgue, and it seemed to be swallowed up.

Or did you shake my mother’s head? I’m sorry.

“Can I help you?” I’m sorry.

He didn’t seem ready. How can he go in there and save people?

And the star noded at me and pushed it in.

When the door was closed, he said to me, “This kind of water ghost is looking for a double and making a fool of himself. I looked at the surveillance, and Hitch said he was choked to death, but it was the pussy that blocked the air, and I could give her a breath of air and she could live. I’m sorry.

So amazing?

I’m pulling a star right now, walking to the morgue, signaling that he’ll get out of the air.

“I can’t. And the star stares at me and whispers: “I am a sun, though she has died, and her soul is still alive, and it will hurt her if I move through it alone. I’m sorry.

I’m in a hurry.

The star looked at me, coughed a little bit, started to turn red with his mouth, then his ears started to get red.

Even the neck is a little red!

The last of his hands was a guacamole in his pocket, but his hands were also a little shaking, and the guacamole had been ripped apart.

And I saw him a little weird, and I slapped him on the shoulder, and I said, “Stellar, say what you can do, I can save people. I’m sorry.

And it was not easy for the star to strip it out of its mouth and chew it twice: “I can give it to you first, you are a woman, you are a pussy, and then you will pass over her, and there will be no more positive. I’m sorry.

I don’t really understand.

But seeing the star is already red, doesn’t seem like taking advantage of me.

Now nod, “Yes, come on. I’m sorry.

The star looked at me, with incredible faces, the black eyes with backsliding, and the guacamole with their hands peeled off.

It’s like I asked for it.

I saw him like that, and I breathed, and I held his hand around his neck, staring at his pink lips, and I didn’t say, the color was good.

“We’re saving people, don’t be shy. I’m not going to lose anyone’s first kiss. On the count of one, two, three, I’ll kiss you, and you’ll pass through me.” I’m sorry.

Look at him, he won’t take the initiative!

The star in the bottom of his throat is a hymn, but his head can’t get to his feet.

I looked at his lips and I was a little scared.

He took a few breaths of courage, and he wanted to keep his breath longer.

And then count: one, two…

I felt warm on my lips before I counted three.

Following a fragrance of guacamole, it blew into my mouth.

The star’s black eyes were as if the light were on, and the breath came in slowly and steadily.

I didn’t know for a moment, and it seemed like the whole man burned because of a warm wind with a melon.

I’ll hold my breath when I see you.

And the star blinked, laughing, and that stopped blowing.

Then he removed the white cloth from the mortuary, and stretched out his hand to open the mouth of Heshi, and suggested to me that I should exhale.

I’ve seen Hitch before. She’s a pretty girl. Her parents love her.

Despite their high height, they still have milk, skin and lips.

But it’s gonna look blue, and your lips are gonna lie here.

I suddenly realized why my mother fell apart talking on the street.

Don’t say parents. It’s kind of hard for me to see a little girl like that lying here.

Watching the star open Heshi’s mouth, I hold my breath, leaning over and fertilizing to Heshi’s mouth.

Her lips are dry and cold, not like a star.

I went through this for a long time, for more than a minute, and I almost blew my lungs to stop.

After the gas, I couldn’t even breathe too hard. I was just staring at Hishi on the mortuary bed and breathing out of my mouth.

Grandma and Grandpa also told me about some kind of mortuary that came back.

Medically, there have also been temporary shock deaths, which have survived for some time.

I looked at Hitch, and I really wanted her to live…

If she can’t live, if she’s standing outside the door, she won’t be able to talk to her.

How many lives will it take to get a good boy out of this situation?

But if I breathe, I’ll be careful. The mortuary is still alive.

And I looked towards the star, and he seemed a little surprised, and blinked, and touched his hand on Hishi’s forehead, then bit his finger, and shed a drop of blood in Chishi’s mouth.

Then he pushed Hitch around his neck and said to me, “Call her!” I’m sorry.

I also know the old man’s saying that he’s called the spirit, and he’s too busy to say, “Hitch!” Hitch, wake up!”

As I called, the star stomped on Heshi’s chest.

As soon as Hitch sat up, he cried.

With her wailing, there was a stinking water coming out.

She was scared enough to cry.

I couldn’t be afraid to hold her in my arms, upside her to the side, slap her on the back, so she could spit out the dirty water, and send the star of the stars to call in Hersène.

But the star walked two steps, as if it was shaking and almost fell by the morgue.

I was so busy pulling him, holding him up, calling him my parents.

There was already noise outside, but I was afraid to come in, and I was afraid to interrupt.

As soon as Hitch was crying, Hitch-Mother jumped over and held her dead and cried.

But the star is obviously not feeling well, and even if I pull it, I keep going down.

I don’t know what I’ve ever done, but I read a lot of novels, and I know how to get through this and save people with blood.

“Come on, let’s get him first. I’m sorry.

“Take me home. And the star of the stars leans upon my garments and whispers: “I have hidden a great deal of chestnuts above your balcony, and I have not been able to eat. I’m sorry.

I’m…

My dad was there, too. Hitch and her mom were crying. My mom went out and called the hospital.

When I came back to hold the star, I was busy and called Cloudy and asked her what to do.

You can’t save a hospital if you’re calling me a son of a bitch.

After all, one has just been reborn, and a cut wrist drops blood, and no one takes care of it.

And I was afraid that I would not come to my ear and whispered, “The star can come back from the dead. He is a powerful man, so take good care of him, and don’t piss him off.” I’m sorry.

I was busy nodding my dad to give me my car keys and walk to the parking lot with a star.

Out of the mortuary, the hospital was no place but people, and I was surprised to see a girl running around with a man’s big walk star.

I can’t take care of this.

When we get to the car, carefully put the star in the back seat and asked him if he wanted water.

He seemed weak and swayed at me in the back seat.

I was afraid that something might happen to him, after all, that those who did such a thing would go through with their strength and their blood, as if they were going to be hurt.

My mom said Yun-gu is waiting for me at my house, so let me go home and drive in a hurry.

Out of the hospital, when a red and green light was waiting for a car outside, I was worried that the star couldn’t hold up and looked at the mirror.

Turns out, the whole thing was a shock.

A few pieces of clothing were seen in the back seat, where a large, white chubby chubby convulsed in the back seat and licked his paws with a pink little tongue.

The star is gone!

I was too busy to look at it, and I was still the big white chubby, licking my paws carefully…

At the moment I saw it, the white man looked up to me, and on his fat, white head, with his little black eyes, and he turned.

And the tongues of powdered powder are put on their claws, and We see in their eyes the familiar fear.

Following that little white cobbler, he turned around with his claws, he got two in the back, he got one in the back, and he turned two pairs round and hairy, and he looked like a Q.

I looked at the car lock and made sure the door wasn’t open.

The car was parked by the side of the road and the car log was removed to make sure no one jumped out of the window naked.

Then he looked at the two furys in the middle of their back and called my mother and told her to tell me that I had an urgent question.

When I was talking about Cloudy, the white-haired man finally remembered something.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

It sounded like she was being bullied. My mother heard it clearly, and warned me again on the phone, “Do you mind being sober?” Stars can live and die. When do you think you’ll save me a snack? I’m sorry.

I look at the size of my slaps, the furry white genie, holding the wheel, feeling a little dry.

She told me not to piss off the star, but now he’s a hairball!

Put it down and tell my mom to hang up when she gave me her phone.

Look at that white-haired pellets licking their paws, spat their mouths.

It’s like a hamster. It’s like a big hamster.

It’s a guinea pig.

I don’t know if it’s family or wild…

I was just kissing, and I wonder if he’s got a vaccine, and the rats are said to be the wild animals with the most viruses.

Maybe I’ve been staring too long, and the white-haired garb shrunk with its claws, as if it was a bit drowsy, stunned, and looked at me hard, “I’m going to sleep.” I’m sorry.

Buried down with the real head, shrunk together into a more round fur, shrunk in a pile of clothes, fell asleep…

You’re not a rat at all!

I looked at the white hair, and I had long lips, and I thought, “Let’s take him back to Cloudy.”

When I got to the neighborhood, the white hair was still awake, and I looked at the round, the furry, and I looked at the round ass, and I looked at my finger, and I was afraid I’d scratched the back with my little thumb.

Scratch, the white fur shakes, scratches with its paws on the doggy face, drills its head in the arms, and then sleeps again.

“Stellar Star”? “I’m not afraid to push so hard that I’m afraid of this living fairy.

But the furry twitched the tiny round ears of the twitching powder, and it was tighter.

I suddenly understood why it was called a star, and it was all day and night, even a white hamster or a guinea pig.

So his name means, wake up, wake up at night?

But isn’t it the Grey Fairy?

Isn’t that the kind of guy you’re asking for?

Who knows how she runs around with a white-haired rat?

After I shaved several times, the Living Fairy just shrunk and didn’t wake up, and suddenly I realized why Cloudy was watching him hate iron and steel.

Such a thing, no one’s watching, out there, and sooner or later they’ll have to be caught and locked up for pets.

In the end, I couldn’t help but put the white hairs in my hands, covered with paper towels and folded his clothes in a bag and went home.

Let’s not say that the star is a mouse, but the clothes are normal, with underwear, socks and shoes.

Yun-gu was waiting at the door. I came back with a white fur.

When she got in, she had a drug she didn’t know what it was, and she picked up the white pellets.

It was clear that the white hair was still awake, but it smelled, it held in its front paws, without opening its eyes, and then chewed on its mouth, and then it shrunk into a small, self-loved sleep.

“It’s nothing big, it’s just a bit of damage, a little damage, a little sleep. “This is not just your robbery, it’s his. I’m sorry.

I look at the white hair, and it’s still a little ludicrous.

But the truth is, I’ve just seen a water ghost and come back to life, and I’m barely able to take a fat hamster.

It’s just that you’re looking at a cluster of stars, and you’re going to say, “Well, this is the fairy, will you take it back to heal?” If you want anything, or anything else, you tell me, I’ll do it. I’m sorry.

It’s me who found it; it’s me who hurt him.

The cloud looked at me and whispered to me, “It’s nothing, just sleep.” But he can’t save lives. He’s hurt bad, and he’s never going to get hurt. I’m sorry.

I listened to a busy nod, I looked for a small box, packed up a star, put more paper on it and let him fall asleep.

The clouds saw me do it, and told me not to let outsiders know that if there is an urgent need to wake him up, put the star in a nut pile like a melon of peanuts and chestnuts, and he was awakening.

She had something to say about the star, so she left.

Sooner and more quickly, it doesn’t say whether the star is a hamster, or a guinea pig, or whether it’s been living too long, so white.

My mom called and said Hitch was awake and had a lung infection and had to be hospitalized.

Her mother lost too much blood. She was holding back and passed out.

Hishi Dad, still at the police station…

That’s why I always called my rat’s mother, thinking I’d have a star, the living fairy, and I’d be fine with my dad at the hospital.

I looked in the box, and I shrunk into a pile of melons, and from time to time, I felt a little bit less secure, as if I was sleeping and laughing.

But thinking that the star had indeed saved Heshi, he would certainly have saved his soul from the little water ghost.

So I found a backpack, put the box in it, and I was going to go down the stairs and find my parents, as the star said, the things you liked before you were alive, and the clothes, and I’m going to get them back.

But when I packed my backpack and was ready to open the door, there was a bang-up.

And the sound of tears and laughs!

I sound kind of like a green mom. I’m busy pulling my backpack.

And when she opened the door, she jumped on me and grabbed me by my wrist, crying and laughing: “What about the master?” What about the master you went to my house with? He saved 703 families. He’ll save my family. I’m sorry.

Her hand was so hard, she held me tight, she smiled more than she had said, and asked me, “Where is the master?” I’m sorry.

Aunt, listen to me. I think Qing Qing has been dead for two days and a night, and if you can save it, the star will come forward, just like Heshi.

Instead of just saying there’s a way to save her soul from that little water ghost.

I looked at her and thought about what to tell her.

She said, “Master, master! I’m sorry.

The star is in my backpack.

So I turned in and called her in the back, and she turned away from me, and she kept calling, “Master, do well.” Save my family, too. I don’t know Tarzan at first. You don’t remember. I’m sorry.

“If you can save Qingqing, you can trade my life for it. Maestro! Maestro! “My young mother wandered in my rooms despite me.”

I stopped her several times, and I didn’t stop her, so I just stood there and said, “You’re dead and you can’t save her! I’m sorry.

She used to cry out to me with a smile on her face, “Maestro,” and she went cold and ran into me. The master can save 703 families. He can save my family. You call the master, I’ll ask him!”

She said she started looking all over again.

I stood by and watched her like a rat, and the whole human being was so crazy that I couldn’t even stop her.

Every room, including the toilet and the balcony, was turned over and not found.

His face fell and he stood there, staring at me, and his eyes were beating.

Then he came to me step by step, spat his mouth, pulled his hands, straightened out his messy hair, and laughed at me, “O Chen, aunty is really stupid, saying something wrong to you.” You’re young, you’re a college student. Don’t be mad at Auntie. I’m sorry.

“No, auntie, it’s really… ” I think she’s wrong.

But she raised her hand against her face, and she was slapped in the face, and kneeled on the ground: “Please, Aunt Chen, please, can you call out the master?” I can do whatever you want me to do. I’m sorry.

“I can die if I can save Qingqing! She kneeled on her knees and slammed her face hard: “It was my fault and I killed Qingqing!” I’m sorry.

Six.

I was so excited about her, I grabbed her hand and held her down.

But she kept begging me, asking me to ask the master to save her family.

It’s her fault she shouldn’t have said sorry to me. She killed Qingqing.

I did nothing to persuade him to come in silently, followed by two relatives and security guards who forcibly took her away.

“You said you could save Qing and die without the kid.” I’m sorry.

I noded my head and I was busy talking about what the star wanted.

“Come with me. I’m sorry.

When she arrived downstairs, she was not there and was probably taken away by relatives.

My father took me to her room, which was nothing like that of a girl of her age. The sheets, the curtains and everything were simple, there was no extra decoration, there was no sticker.

The wall was marked with a schedule of service and various statements of commitment.

Make sure there’s one and two for each of them.

I’m sure I’ll take it.

It is guaranteed that the summer break is completed and that the entrance classes are given at the top of the class.

The whole room was full of formulas, English words, no toys, no extra decorations, not even a furry doll.

Or did his father stand on the drapes and take out a big, long-eared rabbit from the curtain box and hand it to me: “This was when he was young, in a doll trap, her mother lost it, and I picked it up, and she hid it here, sometimes sneaking it out at night. I’m sorry.

I’ve seen so many things about toy throwing.

The Qingqing family’s condition is not so good, she has a strong mother and all hopes are placed on Qingqing, from a small school to an extra class, and she can’t leave behind any other child.

I picked up long-eared rabbits, trying to find a tan dress from the closet.

In addition to school uniforms, they are sports and leisure clothes, simple, without a dress and colour.

I finally found a school uniform, which is the most common.

I’m holding something and trying to tell my dad how to save her.

Instead, his father looked at a pile of high school books on the front of his desk and whispered, “It was early yesterday morning when he knocked on my door and on her mother’s door, saying that she felt something pulling her into the water, that her hair and clothes were wet and that she was afraid. I’m sorry.

“But her mother yelled at her, saying she was trying to find an excuse not to go to remedial school, but to play. The day she was supposed to go swimming, she was supposed to study schoolbooks at home, she was afraid of being bullied by a seven or eight-year-old child, and she was ashamed to cry. I’m sorry.

“She had wet hair and wet clothes, and I thought she was sleeping and sweating without air conditioning, and her mother wouldn’t let her turn on air conditioning and said electricity was wasted. I’m sorry.

“When we left, she was really scared and said to come out with us and let’s wait for her. Her mother said her hair was sweaty and she couldn’t go out without washing her sweat. Her class was 9 o’clock.

“She cried. She was afraid. She could have been abused by her mother. “I wanted to stay with her, but her mother yelled at me, and she didn’t come in, and she only lay down. It’s useless to yell at me, and it’s hard for her…

Qingqing’s father, who leaned on his desk, reached out to a book, had already written dozens of pages, whispering to me, “You were really scared, I should have stayed with her.” If it wasn’t for you, maybe we’d get off work and find out something’s wrong with her. I’m sorry.

I listened to him, holding that long-eared rabbit and flashing in my head always looked like gibberish.

She’s like a star who’s always scared.

Cedars look weak, just instinctively constricting, but their eyes remain dark.

Qing Qing looked like a twat, but his eyes were really scared.

But I don’t know how to comfort him, but he whispered, “You’re a good boy, and I’ll find a way to save her soul.” I’m sorry.

“Thank you. Qing’s father turned on the book and whispered, “She’s too good!” If she’s as skinned as that dead kid, as crazy as she is! I’m sorry.

“I taught her not to bully, nor to beat any other little friend. I’m sorry.

“I’d rather have her all over the place than being bullied, just like that damn kid. “The young father’s voice is still heavy, but he’s biting his teeth.

I didn’t know how to comfort him at all, but I promised him that if he was saved, he’d dream of finding him, so that he could rest.

It was only then that it was dark.

I made a noodle myself, and I made a noodle.

My mom called me to tell me not to go near the water, so I had to stay with the star.

And answer me, and do not bully the stars.

I said I’d eat noodles and put the white hairs in front of me.

But when you eat noodles, nothing happens.

I prepared something to save the young spirits, and before the star woke up, I turned a little bit of chestnut and put it in a box.

He was also deliberately told that all the chestnuts hidden behind the curtains of the balcony had been found, stamped on his back and tried to wake him up.

But the white-haired crotch sniffs all over the pink nose, with a few beards shaking and laughter in the nuts.

I called Yun-gu after a couple of times, and she said I’d wait, and he was hurt and not so easy to wake up.

Rats? You’ll wake up when you get there, you ugly ox.

And We shall see the star that sleepeth well, and waiteth for it.

But I stayed up last night and had another day in the day, and I was tired.

I’m afraid he’ll find it again, and I’ll hold it in my arms for a while.

I heard the sound of the “wow” and the cry of the “sister” with green.

I woke up with a bulge and found myself not on the sofa, but in a pool that was sealed off.

The dead kid sat naked by the pool and, at worst, he stepped under his feet.

He came up and he stepped directly on her head and stepped on her.

As the dead kid stepped, his body and his hair rose and fell in the water, I cried, “Sister, wake up! I’m sorry.

And when I woke up, the whole man had choked in the water, and he instinctively wanted to swim to the side, and he just moved to see the dead boy laugh, and he took a sip of water and threw it at me.

The water, which was so hot, suddenly became as cold as the water from the cyanide tap.

As soon as I stepped on the water, my feet were cramped, my legs were twitched, and I turned around with my feet in preparation for a stretch, but as soon as I turned around, I felt my waist tight.

The kid who used to sit by the pool, stomping on the greens, went under the deep water, deadly hugged my waist and pulled down.

I push hard, but he smiles at me, and the naked body slowly puts it on me…

He’s a 7 or 8-year-old kid!

And I was astonished that in the cold, cold water, I stretched out his hand to my waist, but his hands were like iron.

And even stretching his legs to grab my legs, the whole body was as close to me as an octopus and pulled me into the water.

The colder the water, the colder the nose, the more I struggled to see the kid’s hands, the tighter he was, the more he put his hands and feet on me.

Think of what my dad taught me, let go of his hand, follow his leg and take him to the man’s death.

The kid, even if he was a dead kid, knows how to rip a girl’s clothes, how to post them and how important this place is.

Seeing me scratching over, pulling me off, under the umbilical cord, laughing at me.

I turned around in the water and looked up, flying up the side.

There’s a fence by the pool that’s used to hold people to their feet.

Whether it’s true or not, it’s safe to swim across the fence at least temporarily.

I’m good at swimming, but I can’t swim by the pool.

Even under water, borders are not visible.

She was trapped in a place where a dead kid stepped on her feet and couldn’t move.

And it wasn’t a big pool, and it was like it was all over.

I’m in a hurry. I feel like I’m on my leg again.

The son of a bitch crouched me under the water and pulled me down.

I couldn’t get rid of him, and turned back and went down, and tried to pull him again, and he swam again.

When I try to float, he comes around and grabs my ankle and pulls down.

That’s how many times I’ve been choking.

As the cold and cold water choked my lungs, the dead kid was lying at the bottom of the pool, squeezing my ankles and smirking at me by shaking, freezing and cold water.

I feel like my feet are sore, I swim down and down, I try my best, I try to give the little boy a few more, but he just goes up and he presses me down on my shoulder.

He’s a waterman now. I can’t beat him in the water.

I feel weak, and he’s like an octopus again, lying on my back, with his hands and feet and pulling me down.

It’s like I’m getting cold and cramped and I can’t get rid of it, and I’m being pulled down…

The cold water is pouring in the nose, and the ears are full of the dead kid’s dirty and cold laughs, and the grunts in the water.

All I can do is watch the color of the water slowly get deeper and deeper, thinking that I’m going to be killed by this dead kid.

All of a sudden, a white hand with powder came out of my hand, and one of them grabbed the dead kid’s white neck, squeezed him hard, pulled him down and pushed me over my back.

Following me, I felt loose, instinctively moving forward, sitting up.

He found himself still lying on the sofa, full of water, even the box where the star fell asleep, filled with water.

He’s gonna be a white-haired chubby in the water.

Looks like he’s afraid of water!

I was so busy holding him up, I looked at him, and there was no water anywhere but my living room.

He went to the room with a towel to wrap up the star, but he wiped it twice and found his hair unwatered.

But he seems to be a clean man, with his little paws in a mess, not to look fat, but to be flexible, to take his hair out and say to me, “Put me in your room, I want…”

He said that the thin, red ears were red.

I guess he’s trying to turn back from this round, and he’s afraid he can’t turn back into a dress.

So he put him in my room, and put his clothes, which he had fallen off, by the bed: Quick, the little one was trying to kill me, but he didn’t make it, lest he would harm others again. I’m sorry.

“Not anymore. “The white fur is still strangling, with little eyes watching me and showing me out.

Although I’m a little curious, why doesn’t he just turn around like on TV and turn into a human being?

But when I think of him as a hamster, I think he’ll be naked, curious and embarrassed to look, and want to go out.

Then you can walk two steps, and then you will hear the way of the stars: “You must also change your clothes.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little embarrassed this time!

I just remembered that he was all wet, so his ears were red, not because he was human, but because my clothes were wet?

“I’ll be fine if I’m strong.” I’m sorry.

But with the things ahead, I couldn’t stand too far from the star, standing outside the door, asking how the dead star was so good.

“His parents are feeding him, but not soon. “The star is in it wearing clothes.

“Didn’t you say ghosts can die? They say they don’t have the intelligence to eat them, so they’re afraid of them! Why don’t you just let the dead boy die, so that he doesn’t harm the human being? * I’m talking to avoid embarrassment *

And the voice of the star was still softly said unto me: I do not want to kill, I ask for help, and the cloud has arranged it, and his karma shall come, and do not rush. I’m sorry.

Then pull out the door and hand me the towels I just wrapped up with him: “I’ll stay outside and you change.” I’m sorry.

The towel was folded and handed over dry.

And he helped me guard the door…

Well, I’m sorry, but I’ve changed my clothes three times and five times, rub my hair with a towel, then pull the door open, and I find a star with red head.

“Did I take something green and you need to rest one more night or do you want to save the young and the dead?” I’m sorry.

Rat, this is the best time for a star.

“I’ve got the kid. Go now. “Do you want to save Qingqing?” I’m sorry.

I listened to my heart, but I looked at the trajectories: “Don’t be reluctant.” I’m sorry.

If I could save it, I’d have saved it if I’d always liked the dog to get the rats.

It’s not easy when Grandpa tells me these things when he’s a kid.

It’s not easy for the Grey Fairy. Everyone shouts for it.

Seeing the real star of a star is a hamster, a soft, soft thing that survives to the point where it probably didn’t get killed because it sold.

It’s not easy to have this.

If it was easy to save, he would have saved Hitchhi when he offered to save him.

“I can actually save it. I just saw Green trapped in the water. “The star follows me, and his eyes stare at me.

I saw his eyes flashing, and I was busy saying, “Does it hurt you badly?” I’m sorry.

“It will be. “The star’s black eyes move, and a few whispers.

I didn’t hear you. I left the door. The door was dark on the security ladder, though there were lights.

It’s a little scary to be bold again and again, and I couldn’t help but get to the star and listen to him.

But when the star stood in the elevator, and I almost put him in my arms, it turned out he looked like a baby.

I don’t know if it’s that tall or if it’s that tall.

The star’s face gets redder, he looks down, he looks at me, and he whispers, “Well, it’s too long gone, but we find the ghost of her being trapped, and then we get her into the body, and then we get her into the body, and we get her parents to lead her to life. I’m sorry.

“It’ll take a while to save her, so you’ll mind. And as far as I know, she’s completely drowning in the whole lungs, and she could get sick in the back. I’m sorry.

“The disease is entangled, better than dying. If it’s not too bad for you, I can kiss as much as you want. I thought about it, and I said to him, “Why don’t you ask Cloudy?” I’m sorry.

It’s a little nervous to see him, but it’s his parents.

“No need. “The star’s face is suddenly redder, with its head down, with two red ears on it, and a low-murdered saying, “It’s either a kiss or a…”

But I said, the more small the tone, the more I felt I took advantage of him.

The more you explain, the more his ears are red.

I’m glad the elevator’s here. I’m in a hurry with him.

The pool was sealed after the dead kid drowned.

Plus, there’s been a lot of trouble with the kid looking for a double, and there’s no one around for security patrols.

It’s a steel fence around, not too high. I’m carrying a backpack, and I flip over.

The stars looked at me like they couldn’t believe it.

I saw him as a mouse, and I thought he was not fit, and then I went up, lying on the fence, and I reached out to him, “I pull you over.” I’m sorry.

“No need. “The star looks at my hand and looks red.

Try the crack of the fence and follow…

It’s like the acrobatic. It’s like a crumb.

Well, now it’s me who’s surprised.

Over the fence, the kid, as he had seen in the video, was lying in the middle of the pool, guttered on water.

I also want to see how he settled.

And the star turned before me, and stood before my eyes: he was naked. I’m sorry.

That’s why I remembered that the kid was already in the pool and had to search for clothes for teenage girls.

His parents don’t care about him, they pay him, they give his cell phone to play with, and now the kids are very old.

I looked at it and didn’t find it.

Or did the star walk to the side of the dead kid, stretch out his hand and light up the water.

And then the water waved, and a black hair in the water came out like ink, and slowly.

“Sir, I want to remind you that he stepped on me.” I’m sorry.

I know what she said to remind me when I was dragged into this pool by this fucking kid.

Her sex is really good because of her mother’s chronic pressure and softening.

So he settled her, and brought out from her backpack the long-eared rabbit and the school uniform, and gave it to the star.

He went straight to the school uniform and covered himself in the water.

Qingqing seemed to have put on a school uniform and passed her over with a star.

Qing Qing looked at that long-eared rabbit, looked at me, and he was shy: “Did my dad find it?” My mom knew. Did she get mad? I’m sorry.

7

I listened to her, and suddenly my nose was sore, and I shook her head.

She’s still afraid of her mother’s anger.

But we sneaked into the pool, afraid that the security guard would find out, and I was busy getting the star to take Qing Qing first, and we’ll talk later.

And the star stretcheth out its hand with water, a little towards its forehead.

Following Qing, it’s like dripping water.

And the star’s eye went fast, grabbed the long-eared rabbit, caught the drop, and delivered to me: “Go to the young parents, let’s save the young.” I’m sorry.

I was too busy stuffing the rabbit in my backpack, and watching the little boy in the water with what was invisible, struggling, grunting, staring at me.

“He was not limited to death because of his home, which he raised as a child, and We cut off from it. “The star is just a glimpse.

He knows what I think, and whispers, “So he’ll go through the pain of death every day, like all the other water ghosts. I’m sorry.

I have no sympathy for this dead child, nor have I caused him to go to waste, but I am afraid of the star’s virtue.

And it will be more than 1:00 a.m. when I return to my house with the youthful spirits and the stars.

The woman who opened the door was wearing a red dress and a make-up with red lips.

And inside the house, he had a sandy hand grinding a kitchen knife and a fire.

She smiled at me a little bit, but smiled at me: “Did you bring her back?” I’m sorry.

The face is flat and calm, like the one who didn’t move and the one who was crazy yesterday, not her.

I see them like this, I’m learning 703 of those two.

These days, whose children are not treasures and whose parents suffer for one child.

1408, taught that bear child to come out, raised him as a child and let him go around killing people.

It’s just that nobody treats ghosts, so I’m afraid I’ll have to treat my parents first, then I’ll treat the kids.

There’s a star, not worth it for such a family.

And he was overwhelmed by the terror in his heart, and told them that the stars could save Qingqing.

The young mother’s eyes were lit up, and he kneeled before the star, and he fell on his head, but he couldn’t speak.

It’s just lying on the ground, slamming at a star, not pulling it up.

Or did the star say, ‘Do not delay, then take us to the bodies, and then you take a drop of blood from each of your fingers, and your parents are linked to the blood of their children.’ I’m sorry.

“Then you cut her hair, and it started with her body, one hair and one hair, and from her body to the wash-basin where she died, one of you shouts her name, to make her soul rise.” I’m sorry.

“But she’s in the hospital, if her hair isn’t enough?” I’m sorry.

“The parents of the skin, if they are not green enough, take your hair, and take it off your head, and take it off your head, and have your breath.” If not enough… “The star looks at the young mother and whispers, “It’s her death, and I did my best.” I’m sorry.

The voice of the star is no longer the kind of frightful, but impotent and firm.

Enough! That’s enough! “As long as I can catch my hair, I can do it.” I’m sorry.

He’s nodding his head.

We’re leaving right away, and I’m still driving them to the hospital.

He looked at his cell phone, opened it, and he said that the 703 family members were screaming, pretending to kill both of them, and that they should be able to touch his house in the middle of the night, go to the chess room, think of someone holding him or bluffing.

He said he’d grow up when he was 11 years old.

Those words were accompanied by malicious and virulent words about where they came from.

In the sound of their loud voice, they played cards, and they were advised to stay low, but their husband and wife sung together, saying that they could not save them.

His son’s trying to find a couple of bitches. He’s got to catch Hsi, and they’ll be home to 703.

They said that they had only one child and that they were now married, and that the two houses had to be given to them, by which time they would allow their sons to have an affair with the two mother-in-laws, Qingqing and Hishi.

“It’s time to touch it in the middle of the night.” I’m sorry.

It’s just as smooth as saying you’re going out in the middle of the night.

And I drove, and I looked at him, trying to comfort him, and found him as dead as he was.

“The punishment of his family will come, so do not dirty your hands.” And that’s what the star says.

She seemed to wake up after she had made up her mind, except that she had to smile and not laugh, and clearly did not believe in the word of the star.

“You’ll see in the morning. And it was added, “Believe me.” I’m sorry.

The parents were just silent.

When I got to the hospital, Qing was already in the freezer, and my parents looked a little gruesome, and I took Hishi back from the day and I took them out of the dark as far as I could.

The man in the morgue looked at the star and pulled the freezer.

The star, who didn’t have anything on him, drew a little finger-stamped straw from where he had put ten fingers to suck blood.

Then he borrowed a razor from the mortuary, who actually had it and took it out without saying anything.

Beholding the stars, and looking at me, and whispering: “When dust is in it, the way shall be turned away. For her will to save a mortal, and your star will not return, and it will fall into ruin. I’m sorry.

“It’s not just her. I want to. “And the star of the stars received a razor and made a humble gesture towards the Lord: “And open the door to save a life.” I’m sorry.

I don’t understand, but I think I know that saving Qingqing will affect the street of the star. I’m sorry.

He meant it as if I had to save him.

And when his heart was sour and he tried to say, the star came with a razor and smiled at me: “Did he save his life and create a seventh-class slaughter?” I’m sorry.

With a razor in his hand, behind his forehead, he shaved his hair.

His hand was fast and steady, and he shaved and delivered a long hair to his parents.

And she took that long hair and slammed her head at the star, so she pulled her hair, from the body, from the root, and sobbing, and called the name Green.

It was only when my parents pulled the hair out of the mortuary that the starship handed me the straw with the fingertip blood, stomped, coughed down, the ears were red, and there was no more strangulation in the razor.

And then he took a breath, and said to me, “We have brought the spirit, but we have to return to life, and we have to let her mother and father take her with it.” So we’ll have to come a little bit, and I’ll give you a breath, and you’ll pass her, and then you’ll drop the dripping blood in her mouth. I’m sorry.

I thought I’d hit a hospital from here.

How long will it take you to put your hair on?

How much breath does a star need?

In order to save Hitch, he took a breath and returned to his original form. It’ll last forever.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t drop my blood, and I put my finger blood on my parents. I’ll be fine. And the star laughed at me, and then came up, “I’m going to start.” One…”

When he counted, I was so tight, I thought he didn’t wait for me to count “three” during the day, that he was going to be passive when he counted “two.”

Chen Zheng, when was so passive?

But when he counted “one,” he turned it over, and this time it was fragrance.

I don’t just feel the heat in my face, like I’m getting the heat in my heart, like I’m a squirm.

I’m in a little bit of a rush to get my instincts back.

But behind the back of the head, a soft and hot hand caught me in the back of the head, and it took the smooth air out.

And the star of the star saw my suffocating face, and his eyes were brightening.

I feel like I’m too affected by him.

Turning around and handing the air over to Qing, the star naturally helps.

After that, a small drop of blood is taken out of the air, and the long-eared rabbits, with their venom in them, are placed in the chest.

According to Cedar, it is only when you’re angry in the chest that you can feel the venom, so you can take out the rabbits at this time.

Then, in the cold mortuary, the star seems to be strangling, and every other time, he comes over and breathes into my mouth, and I fertilize to the green and drop a drop of blood.

In the cold and dark of the mortuary, after a few breaths, the star seemed to start shaking again, but stood by the morgue and looked at me with bright eyes.

I was afraid that he would fall down again, so I stretched out my hand to hold him, and held him up.

I didn’t dare to talk to him too much to waste his energy.

And when I hold the star, its face and ears are red again, but there is no resistance, that is, the body is soft on me.

Don’t say that he was as soft as a hamster, and warm and soft, and when I held him, I stung his back with care.

Same as when I shaved that white hair. Soft and warm.

I don’t care if I see a star. I’ve got two more.

It’s nice to have a hamster like a star.

The morgue was all lighted up, and it was not clear what it was like out there, let alone where it was.

I was just stopping and watching the time on the phone.

And that’s when we found out that the star was breathing every quarter.

He didn’t look at the time, but he did.

The closer the sun comes, the weaker the star, and even the body cannot hold me.

And there’s less blood left by our parents.

I asked the star if my blood was okay.

And the star was lying in my arms, and he could hardly speak, except for a black eye, but noded.

So I learned the way a star was, and after I had spent my breath, I bit my finger and squeezed a drop of blood in my mouth.

I’ve chewed up ten fingers, and the star is soft, and I hold him in my arms, and I ask him if he doesn’t need his air.

But he shakes his head at me, he strangles my neck, and whispers, “Chang, I want to eat your twig.” I’m sorry.

It’s time for you to think of something else.

But I did put it in my backpack to make this living, and I even took a piece of it out of his mouth, and he chewed and laughed at me.

But when he ate, he slowly turned into a white fur.

I was so busy holding him up, watching him close, and I was so scared I stopped.

It was only when he was too busy to pull him to his lips and felt a little breath.

First, put the star in the bag of nuts, and then called Cloudy.

She heard the star save her two-day-old ass, and she was just sighing, and then comforting me that I would be fine, giving her a seat, and she immediately managed to come over.

But I looked in the mortuary bed, and I was still in the green, and I looked at the time, and it was a quarter.

The star is in a complete coma, and I fear it will be lost.

Just bite your teeth, take a deep breath, still pass on to you, then bite your finger and drop her blood.

I don’t know if it’s gonna work, but I’ll have to try.

When I waited for the next minute, I looked in my sleep and tried to become a host star, a bit of a laugh: “My mom always called me a dog, took a rat, didn’t take a rat like you! I’m sorry.

But until after 6:00 a.m., I had ten fingers that were red and bruised.

I’ve heard my grandfather say that when a chicken screams, the sun rises and the spirits are afraid to walk.

But it’s after 6:00. It’s summer. The sun’s out early.

Qingqing isn’t awake yet, is it…

I was in a hurry, and I heard the morgue door open, and the clouds were holding a willow, as if it were water, and it was pouring on and on.

And when the water is spilled on the green, lay it by the green, and say unto me, ‘I will leave the Qiandai as a cover, and bring her soul to me, and take a breath. I’m sorry.

I was too busy to stand up to my mouth, and it was a ferocious blow.

It’s like I’ve been through my lungs all this time, and I want to go through it, and I’m being ripped off.

Then he bit her finger and squeezed a big drop of blood in her mouth.

And this time, there was no soul, and she watched.

I keep looking at time, and I keep squeezing on my cell phone, sometimes without jumping, and I get more and more anxious.

Just as the clouds were sighing and shaking their heads at me.

I looked at the young and still white face and knew there was no way.

“Your mother did not blame you, but she regretted.” I’m sorry.

As his father said, he said he was afraid, but her parents didn’t believe, so she left her alone.

She washed her hair so that she drowned in the wash.

And as soon as my voice fell down, the green hand grabbed the long-eared rabbit, and turned over and threw up.

I hugged her and threw up.

This time, it’s darker than Hitch.

She woke up and was relieved, and said to me, “The star shall be with you first. I will go back to your neighborhood. He has arranged for the dead child’s punishment. I have to arrange for it.” I’m sorry.

I don’t care if the kid doesn’t pay his dues.

I’m busy nodding my head while I’m holding on to my puddles and calling my parents.

They were already at the hospital to take care of Hishi and the girls. They came in a little while later, and they called medical personnel and took Qing away.

As to why death comes back, it is beyond my interpretation.

My mother saw me with red hands and swollen hands on my shoulder. I’m sorry.

I didn’t answer my mouth, but I nodded my head: “Yes, bring a rat.” I’m sorry.

8

When I left the hospital, she was in serious condition, and her parents came, and her hair was gone.

It’s all swollen. It’s all swollen.

According to the group of owners of the district, in the middle of the day, the community, which did not normally have rats, was full of rats, one with a tail, which was taken down from the Qingqing family and scared the human being to death.

I thought something was going to happen to the Qing family, but at dawn the rats were scattered.

There are also videos, some of which are white with beards and rats like cats.

Some people say it’s the Grey Fairy show, and no one beat the rats.

I know it must be a star. Call for help.

When I left the hospital, my fingers were tied like marshmallows.

My mother drove me home, kept asking me where the star went, and I dared to tell my mother that the living fairy in her mouth was the white hair in my backpack.

It’s just that the star goes back with her.

My mom’s worried. The kid’s not solved. The star is back.

Those two men, dead son, haven’t known how to repent all day, or play cards all day.

It’s just that when we got to the block, a couple of police cars got out, and there were people down there.

The grandfather and grandmother of 703 came back to see our car, came back, first thanks to the master of my house for saving Hitch, and then said that the killer who drowned the kid had found him.

It’s a card friend who played with 1408, and they’re usually working together on the money.

He’s a good gambler. He’s divorced. His wife lives in our neighborhood with a daughter.

In the days that the pool was open, the daughter was also ripped off by that dead kid.

When he knew, the new hatred came up, looking for 1408 theories, both of them scolded people, saying that they were divorced, that their daughter was not his, and that a daughter was important.

If he doesn’t like his daughter being seen, he can marry his son.

If the daughter loses money and the son earns money, how else does the friend lose because he has no son?

The guy never said anything about them. He saw them playing cards in the chess room in the middle of the night. He called the kid from outside. He said his parents won the money, told him to come down for dinner and he was waiting for him by the pool.

1408 won more than once, and the kid got off with it.

The guy grabbed him in the pool!

She looked at my mother and said, “Why else would there be no clothes?” It’s just bleeding off! I’m sorry.

I don’t know which “that” is.

The grandmother went on to say, ” 1408 says that there are only daughters and no sons. So they made his son and daughter. I’m sorry.

I realized right away, which one is that?

My mother was so busy coughing, she changed the subject: “Didn’t it start with no clue? I’m sorry.

“Isn’t the morning a gray fairy? As a result, a few rats pulled a few clothes out of the sewers under the chess room, from the dead kid, with blood on it, and allegedly with a condom, so the police didn’t find out before there was a… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I’m sorry.

I didn’t think there was any news behind it, no wonder it was just a wound, not a wound.

My mother coughed a few times, too, and said, “The killer caught him, and two of them should be happy.” I’m sorry.

“It’s nothing more than joy, it’s nothing more than joy. There are said to be wealthy businessmen from the outside who read his son ‘ s eight words and want to marry him. He gave his family $200,000 just for the dead boy’s body to be brought out, buried with the daughter of the rich businessman, and gave his family a dowry of 400,000. “703 Grandma’s cold smile.

I hear it’s been destroyed three times, and I think the star says it’s 1408, and we’ll find out this morning.

Grandma was just sneezing: “Whoever cares about his family, can send the dead kid away, but don’t be a baby girl in the white Hojo neighborhood. I’m sorry.

And I can’t digest it, and the star is in a coma, and I have to go back and look at the melon peanuts and make him sleep in that pile.

So I pulled my mom and I suggested she go back.

But when we got to our building, we heard 1408 big, happy voices, laughing at a couple who looked rich and walked.

There’s a cloud in the middle, and she’s walking around with a phantom or something.

And the man who owns 1408 holds a black umbrella, the lady who holds a black cloth, like a cardboard, and the weight of the rich and the rich, they really laugh.

And when my mother and I stood in the middle of the road, the hostess looked at me, and said, “My son, if he dies, can marry the rich and the rich, unlike some, who are almost 30 years old and unable to marry.” I’m sorry.

My mom was so cold, she pulled me in.

Cloudy smiled at me with a big smile.

I don’t know where this so-called karma is, but at least it’s the cloud that sent the dead kid away.

When I got to my house, my mom packed up the sofa and went to help me with the sofa, said last night at the hospital, looked up a lot of data on the Internet, and that the rice was the best thing to do, and then made me rice tonic, steamed rice, made rice balls and made me a bath.

By midday, we’d have sold a lot of rice.

I was just lying, looking for another box with half a box of nuts, and then putting in the star that turned into a hamster.

He was in a coma, in a nut pile, squeaked, low smile, and four little claws pulled, drilled into the nut pile and buried himself in it, with only one mouth and nose outside.

My mother was asking me to drink the rice soup, and she was staring at the hamsters in the box, and she called me a spoiler, and then put my hand on my forehead, “You single dog, you are a rat.” I’m sorry.

And I came out with a box of stars, and I drank rice and soup, waiting for the clouds.

Soon enough, Yun-gu will be back.

And when he came in, he looked at the star buried in the nuts, and said to me, “Take it, it will not take ten and a half days, and he will not return.” I’m sorry.

My mom asked her, where’s the star? What about the vaginal relationship?

“That’s a nice thing a star has to offer a fox. “The clouds are staring at the pink-sniffed pink-sniffed mouths outside the box.

“The rich people, busy with their business, have been out in the open, throwing their daughters away, paying enough money, and they broke their sexuality and died in a car accident. I’m sorry.

“The two of them wanted to pay their daughter to have a vagina, but the locals knew his daughter’s nature and died in vain and no one dared to say yes. The star has given up a fox fairy as a matchmaker, telling you that your kid is dead, that it’s no good to move to the grave, that it’s no more than the first seven, that it’s a ghost, and that’s 1408, that’s what the rich people say. “The clouds laugh so much.

He said to me, “They said that he would be alive when the case was closed and the body was brought out for burial. Fearing that such a good thing would be taken over by others, the two gave them a place in a hurry. I’m sorry.

I’m listening to Yun-gu’s idea that the daughter of a rich businessman is not a very good person.

“This is the punishment.” I’m sorry.

“Absolutely, evil men have their own evil men. Dead children should be dealt with. “The clouds lie on the couch, staring at the stars in the nuts.

And laugh to me, “Do not be blinded by the outside, and speak of the Grey Fairy, which is not wise.” You think you’re a coward.”

I know that, but I’d like to ask Yun-gu, what about the star?

And she’s gonna say, 1408, and she’s waiting for the body to be buried, and she’s the man’s matchmaker.

My mother now knows that the stars are cloudy and curiously looked at: “Is this the Grey Fairy?” Isn’t this white, fat, fat chubby chubby chubby? I’m sorry.

White Fairy is a hedgehog, not a mouse.

I’m holding the box, and I look inside, and I see my nose in the nuts, and I’m sneezing, and I feel like it’s not real.

For fearing that one day the star would wake up and become a beautiful man, and that my parents would be the second, and that the star would be ashamed of itself and faint again, I would leave a box with a star in it every day and go to work behind my back.

It’s embarrassing to carry it together, and the clothes from the star that’s “dwinded” in case he suddenly turns into a human being without clothes.

Then colleagues who had hamsters found out that I had a hamster, and recommended me some kind of motor-type hamster house, some kind of nutritionally luxurious hamster food, and a variety of hamsters.

I look at the price and shake my head.

But my colleague looks at the white hair, says it’s nice and big, and I’m wearing it in a delivery box, and it’s not like I want to. Let me keep it for her, make sure it’s good, and match it with her hamster.

And I was so scared that I closed the drawer, and I shook my head at her, and I took it from my head, and I took it, and I bought two mansions for the star.

One at home, one at the office.

It’s just a hamster who can be matched by his colleagues, and I can buy a house for a star.

Got a hamster. She’s a mother.

Even though the star is in a coma, he eats a lot of nuts in his original box, and in his dreams he eats a lot of them with his eyes closed.

Then he changed the mansion, and in the middle of the night he wandered around the pipe of the mansion, and ran the wheel, and drilled the wood crumbs, and was so happy and squeaked.

I’ll call him, he shouldn’t, either. He’s a hamster.

She said it was normal, after all.

Let me raise it again.

I only had to bear the pain and buy the luxurious hamster food, and less than half a month later, the star ate thousands of my hamster food, or a hamster.

Mmm!

Obviously chubby!

I’m seriously skeptical, it’s switched, it’s often carried up, it’s turned on the claws and even wanted to make sure it’s not a public hamster.

Hee-hye and Qingqing were discharged during the six months.

Heshi was said to have been in the pearl-carded airpipe in the milk tea, and later he threw up a bit of a lung infection and lived for a week.

The situation was a little more complicated, and I didn’t ask for it, but he stayed at the hospital for six months, and her mother came back every day to buy soup for her.

Upon discharge from the hospital, she was not allowed to make amends, but to rest at home.

I went to see her once, her mother was feeding her soup, she was gentle, she was happy and still called me sister.

Nobody’s talking about that kid anymore. It seems like an accident.

The two members cried at the police station and took their son’s body and sent it to be buried with the rich merchant’s daughter.

Two of them took the remaining 400,000, and they went too far, saying that it was better for their son to live without their concern; they were killed, and they could marry a daughter without fear.

When I raised a star for over 20 days, I thought I’d go to the pet hospital to check him out, not really to be switched over, or something.

Once out, there were people downstairs, and there were policemen up and down the stairs.

One question, 1408 dead.

They used to play cards in small areas, in the chess studios in the districts, or in some chess studios, to ask them to pick up the horns, or to play a game with “friends”.

Now he’s rich, because his son drowned in the pool, because the property in the district lost more than 600,000, and he got 600,000, and someone asked them to gamble on a gambling boat on the high seas.

When they died, they did not know where they came from, and raised their son as a child, so they were particularly good at winning gambling.

With money, people float, they want to play big, they promise to gamble on the high seas.

It turns out that the two of them are used to it, they’re there, they’re caught, and they’re arrogant.

Later, it was said that people on the high seas had found the bodies and the heads of both of them, where a case had been opened to identify them.

The news came out of the chess shop house outside the district, and her daughter was a little kid, but she thought that 1408 people were regulars and she didn’t talk.

I was carrying a bag, looking at the parked police car, and it didn’t feel good.

It’s probably what the star of the stars says. Then he’s real. It’s not like he switched.

So I went home with a star on my back, and I went back to my bed and I went back to my cage, and it was just a hamster.

I’ve paid him from my down payment for the house, for the best hamster food, for the luxury of Hawaiian nuts.

I didn’t lock the hamster house because I was afraid the star would be human.

I’ve only been sleeping in my cage, and I’ve been sleeping in my sleep, and I feel like I’ve got something soft and warm around me.

The hand reached into the arms, and two were rubbed hard, and the custom was smooth.

But it doesn’t feel right to hold on. It’s still hot.

When you open your eyes, you will see the star’s red face, and your eyes will look at me in black and bright, and you will see the way of life: “Do I wear clothes?” I’m sorry.

I just feel like I’m almost ripe, blinking, feeling soft, and then I hear a star in my ear: “You bought me all your mansions, and you bought two, so I won’t wear them. I’m sorry.

With his tail, it’s more fun than he’s in a nut pile.

I suddenly understood what Cloudy said. The Grey Fairy was always a chicken.

It took me a long time to find out that the 1408s were in good hands because the stars made money for them, and the Grey Fairy moved money.

And the money that you marry is the money that you buy.

From the beginning, the star has arranged everything.

You’re a smart rat!

Document number: YX1113P1D88

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.