What are the stories that make you laugh so much?

Love paradox I went to the pet store to buy a parrot.

As a result, there was a sudden change in the mood of the cute little parrot who was in the shop with the beautiful lady.

It swung at me, and in my bean-down eyes it was three parts: “Take the hair.” I’m sorry.

I’m: ?

The third day I broke up with Wu Chin, I was holding a bottle and looking at the chat records on the phone.

My friend said, “Why don’t you get a pet, it’s a good way to decompress, and the furry little things are healing. I’m sorry.

That’s right.

Buying a pet to come home with me, I don’t think I’m gonna have that much time.

I went to the pet store to get dressed.

All kinds of cats and dogs in pet stores are cute, but I’m still looking at a blue parrot standing on a shelf.

The hairy, round-headed little thing is looking at me, and it’s like, “Hello.” I’m sorry.

My heart has been turned, pointing at it and asking, “How much is this parrot?” I’m sorry.

The boss took a look at me, and I don’t know why I always find that look complicated.

Like happy, worried, and a little… happy?

“150, you take it, and I send the bird food cage. I’m sorry.

That’s what he said.

I don’t know much about parrots, but as far as I know, it’s worth 800 bucks.

He’s not a charity guy?

I wonder, “Is it okay?” I’m sorry.

You’re not going to throw up or let me come back for treatment and spend another $2,000.

As if the parrot understood what I said, he flew down on my shoulder and put a stick on me, “Beautiful girl, baby bunny, open the door!” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

God damn it, it’s too cute!

I barely touched it.

And the parrots didn’t bite me, so they covered my fingers.

“…no disease, no health, no sickness. I’m sorry.

The parrot’s round his head and looks at me: ?

I don’t know.

My will is at this moment of total collapse.

I didn’t ask my boss to send my cage.

How can my baby live in such a small cage?

It’s too hard!

After spending so much money on the biggest cage in the boss’s store, the boss’s face stopped.

“…I advise you not to buy this expensive cage. I’m sorry.

I waved, “It’s okay, I won’t quit!” I’m sorry.

“Buy, buy me the best! I’m sorry.

On the way home, I turned on the car radio and the anchor voice was as sweet as ever.

“Abandon, the lead singer fell into a coma for 11 days, and there is no sign of improvement.

According to the source, the head was badly damaged and could well become a vegetable…”

I wrinkled.

I don’t chase stars, but abandon’s too famous.

It’s almost impossible to tell a genius who sings.

Ever since his car accident went into a coma, he’s been searching for his name.

He was known for his high level of singing and he was known for his three days of hot search.

It’s not a good thing the hot search is either a scandal or a fight.

It appears that this person has no self-consciousness as a star, and that when journalists ask too many questions, he falls directly and scolds.

On one occasion, a journalist was pushed down, and even a camera fell.

In any case, those who love him hate to love in death, and those who hate him hate to die.

It’s a black and red star.

But he’s also really strong, and every song is very perceptive and very good.

In addition to singing so well, he was so beautiful, he was born with an idolic face.

I remember one of his most circular pictures, the young man from his early 20s staring at the audience in the stage, and even the beauty of his beauty was a fragrance.

The blue hair was combed into a small braid and the hair was dipped in sweat to the white forehead.

There’s nothing left of it.

You can’t forget when you look at it.

But he’s been following the black and red route for being too arrogant.

His comments on Twitter have always been highly polarized, and I have read them once.

The fans cried out, “Peace be on your brother!” She wants to be a vegetarian for three years!”

“I’m willing to spend my whole life changing my brother! I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

And the Blacks rejoiced: “Let’s! You used to be so cocky! I’m sorry.

“I’m going to pull out the ventilator. Who’s with me? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

“Alas. I’m sorry.

The disappearance of this handsome man is a human loss!

I looked at the little blue parrot.

It had just been whispering on the road, and now it is silent, and its little head looks like it’s listening to the car.

I don’t know if it’s my fault. I actually think it’s a little heavy.

No way, I laughed.

How could a parrot have any expression?

If I could cross 10 minutes ago, I’d give myself a big mouth: “I told you to buy your fucking brains!” I’m sorry.

When I came back with the parrot and put it on the shelf to get close to it, the parrot suddenly took a step back.

I didn’t think much of it.

Who knows that the little parrot who was just pasting my pretty girl suddenly hums, but the big-fisted thing stands in the air.

It swung at me, and the black bean’s eyes were hard to see.

“Huh, pull the hair.”

I’m: ?

Am I mistaken?

How can a little parrot who sings rabbits?

And I looked at it, lost in sight: “What did you say? I’m sorry.

The little parrot stood on the shelf and looked at me, with his claws holding a stick and looking at me.

And the sweet little face of round shows a sarcasm with evilness: “I say you are a furry, stupid.” I’m sorry.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪

What the fuck is going on?

Did the boss switch my cute little parrot?

Where’s this angry old man from?

I can’t take it back. Call the boss.

I called again.

Before I said anything, the boss said, “The bird can’t go back, I tell you! I’m sorry.

Boy, you’ve got a plan!

I looked at the parrot who was shaking with joy and anger, and said, “You are a fraud. This is not the same parrot.” I’m sorry.

“You know what it says to me? It says hair-cutting! I’m sorry.

“This is the wrong product. I want the money back! I’m sorry.

“Is he sick? I said sick can go back, but nothing else can go back. I’m sorry.

What a fucking boss!

I said, “It’s insane, the parrot is insane! I’m sorry.

“It’s schizophrenic! I’m sorry.

“Oh, you’ll have to file an appraisal. I’ll give you back as long as you can prove that this parrot is insane. I’m sorry.

He hung up.

I paused and threw my phone on the couch.

Fuck, I’m fucked!

I’m going to expose them 3-15!

Sitting on the sofa, I had nothing to say to the parrot.

I can’t live with a parrot who calls me furry, can I?

But throwing this little bird out of my heart.

As I hesitated, my brother opened his mouth again: “I am hungry and fast-forward for me!” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I looked at it face to face without an expression: “Do you want to eat fried meat?” I’m sorry.

“What?” I’m sorry.

“Do you want some? I’m sorry.

It understood, but it was sulking, crouching down on its legs, and one of its forces flew over me.

I’m scared.

I haven’t finished yet. I’ve only had one energy. I feel hot liquid flowing over my head.

And then it flew away with its wings.

I stood up shaking and looked in the mirror.

The white and black bird in his hair is so visible that it flows.

I look back at the parrot, and he turns around, and he pulls his ass up at me, and he twists his head and laughs, “Eat your ass!” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I just washed my head this morning!

The sound of a volcanic eruption in my heart!

I’m pointing at it, and my fingers are shaking.

“Fuck you.”

“Get out of here! I’m sorry.

I’m going to kill today!

I looked at my parrot and I scrunched my sleeve with my hair.

“The last time I warned you, were you in the cage or did I get you in? I’m sorry.

The parrot looked me in the face: “You kneel down three times to your father, and he may consider it.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Why is this parrot so talkative?

Is this a parrot’s response and vocabulary?

The greatest difference between man and beast is that man has wisdom.

I got an idea when I turned my eyes and ordered over 200 lobsters and barbecues.

The take-out came fast.

I slowly opened the wrapper in front of the parrot and smelled it in depth: “It smells so good!” {\cHFFFFFF}{\cH00FFFF}

Barbecues are roasted with oil, covered with greasy, peppers, luminous bouquets of meat in one piece and two, and hot on a sticker.

The crawfish is red and tanned with soup juice and some exciting garlic.

I put on my hood, slowly pull out the crawfish and put it in the soup, and the red and white meat is covered with garlic soup.

“It’s delicious. I’m sorry.

I took a look at the parrot on the shelf with the rest of it.

Little eyes like black beans stare at the crawfish in a blink, and its little lips move around like a grub.

I pretended I didn’t see it.

“Come down and eat?”

The parrot skeptically looked at me without talking.

I didn’t invite any more. I got another cold beer.

Carbonate struggles are pouring out, and the odour of light wheat is spreading with the white glow.

The parrot looked at me in the eye, and I didn’t react, and he moved his paws forward.

I ate one by one, until the shrimp in the bowl was half normal, and the parrot could not help it.

It flew its wings onto the tea table and retreated with small steps.

The parrot saw me ignore it and put up with it or took a few steps to the bowl.

It jumped up the bowl and looked me up.

Seeing as I’m focused on eating without looking at it, he finally laid down his mind and went to pick up the lobster.

Now!

My right hand went out like lightning and grabbed it!

When the parrot stops, he goes crazy!

“You don’t fucking speak Wude! Sneak! I’m sorry.

It tried to talk to me with a little tip, but I put my gloves on a long time ago and grabbed its little bird’s mouth.

“Shut up or we’ll add a roast bird at night! I’m sorry.

“You don’t talk about martial arts, you steal from me a little bird, I advise you not to be smart.” I’m sorry.

I don’t want to talk about it.

“Go inside! I’m sorry.

The parrot flew in and out of his cage, screaming, “Let Daddy go! When Dad gets out and pulls your head! I’m sorry.

“Huh. I laughed and locked the cage with a lock.

“You’re so good. You must be able to fly by yourself. I’m going to bed. Good night. I’m sorry.

He said he was going to sleep, but I still felt a little uncomfortable, and he put bird food and water on the side of the cage and put it out to eat.

The parrots were incompetent, pulling water and poaching all over the place: “Daddy is starving and dying of thirst and not eating it!” I’m sorry.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

And I spread out my hand: “Then rest early and fall asleep. Good night.” I’m sorry.

The parrot yelled at me in the living room, and I closed the door and brushed my cell phone in the bedroom.

As soon as the phone was turned on, there were two uncalled calls on the screen.

This cell phone has been deleted, but it’s been three years since I’ve been back.

It’s Wu Chin.

Why did you call me when you broke up?

I was feeling a bit of a bad feeling, and I had to get rid of the call and turn this phone number black.

Eat some melons.

Open the hot search and the indecency lines still don’t fall out of the first three.

I can’t help but wonder if this guy’s too hot.

The fan reviews are pretty good, too, there’s a lot of blessing and Anlette.

It’s all the scenes of the past.

On the glittering stage, the eyebrowed youth slanted beneath, and the whole man was more luminous than the light.

But I don’t know why. I always thought he seemed familiar.

Too familiar.

Half a day of thinking, I suddenly realized he was like the parrot I bought today!

When you look at people, you like to look down on top of the slope, and even the subtle fights between the forms are similar…

I can’t help it. What a coincidence.

I don’t know.

I thought for a while I was still worried.

I carefully opened the door and looked out the hallway.

In the moonlight, I saw the Zouan parrot sneaking up on the food box in the cage, looking around for a while, looking in the head.

Not a moment later, the sound of Zoo.

The parrot yells, “Damn it! I’m sorry.

The first thing I woke up the next day was to go to the living room and see the parrot.

I was surprised when I walked into the balcony!

The parrot lies straight under the cage, stiff and his eyes closed.

What the fuck? Dead?

Starving or angry?

I know sparrows can’t keep ’em because they’re gonna die alive.

But do parrots too?

Or is this manic parrot particularly aggressive?

I was scared. Open the cage and pull out the parrot.

I feel a little wrong about this.

It’s soft. Where’s the stiff?

And just as I hadn’t heard it, the parrot suddenly lifted up his head and his little eyes flashed through my head.

I took the pain, and it flew out, standing on the curtains, looking at me.

“Go back to your mother’s. I’m sorry.

I was just looking at it.

This bird, it’s playing dead!

Now I feel something really wrong, and I frown and look at him, “What are you?” A parrot? I’m sorry.

He looked down at me and said, “I, yes, you, father.” I’m sorry.

I sat on the couch and looked seriously at the parrot.

“As a matter of fact, I didn’t offend you. I liked you. I bought you a big cage. I’m sorry.

“Do you know how much I earn a month? I’m sorry.

“I bought one tenth of this cage and bought you the most expensive bird food and toys. I’m sorry.

“I like you so much, you bite me and your conscience is eaten by dogs! I’m sorry.

I reached out to him with a greasy finger.

The parrot looked at it, and he looked at it.

I don’t know why. I can’t believe I’m embarrassed by a bird’s face!

He came down to the tea table and looked at my hand, twisting his head, “Who lets you put me in a cage, and let me eat a grain, and live.” With a leather!

“You little bird don’t eat anything! I’m sorry.

“…”

I tried to reach out and bite my finger and touch it.

“What? I’m sorry.

I hold up a little red-marked finger: “Can’t I touch you as a reward for you? I’m sorry.

“You know how much it costs to touch me? I’m sorry.

How much the fuck do I care how much a parrot is worth?

I can see its tan, touch its head with its finger.

Unlike its hard-mouthed, small feathers on top.

One second before he opened his mouth and said, “Let’s get along.” I’m sorry.

“The neighborhood is full of wildcats. A bird like you can eat seven or eight. You can’t survive out there, can you? I’m sorry.

“I’ll take care of you, whether you’re a parrot or anything, how about we get along?” I’m sorry.

He threw my finger away and he was staring at me, “Do you feel secure, a talking parrot?” Aren’t you afraid I’ll eat you in the middle of the night? I’m sorry.

Huh.

I can’t even open a cage but I can’t believe it.

I put on my false smile, “How can it be?” I like your little parrot!

“As distinct from the rest of us, it’s an act of independence!” I’m sorry.

The parrot looked at me, and his little mouth slammed.

It’s like, “Think about it.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

In fact, the idea of raising this little parrot is simple.

When I was a kid, I saw a movie called “The Nautilus,” where the little parrot was smart enough to say anything.

If I had such a parrot to accompany me, maybe I could get out of my relationship.

It’s better to be angry.

Seeing the parrot finally quieted down, I turned on the TV and ready for some breakfast.

“What do you want to eat? I order takeout. I’m sorry.

Not back to me.

I looked at it with doubt.

The blue parrot stood on the tea table, staring dead at the TV, and his face was complicated.

News is on the air.

“On the 12th day of the reign of genius, his mother Zhang Yi appeared for the first time to address the issue of tyrannical property, allegedly under the name of the company, seven of whose families have recently been fighting for property, so let’s look at the circumstances…”

“What, do parrots eat melons? “I’m laughing.

The parrot didn’t yell at me anymore, he just watched the TV silence.

I think this parrot is a big fan and it’s hard to see his brother suffer.

To comfort it, I opened it and sold it: “Look, what do you want to eat? I’m sorry.

The parrot looked at me and said, “Will you be so kind?” Are you trying to kill me? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Shit, dog bites Lou Tobin.

And I took it back: “Then eat of the grain, and it will not kill you.” I’m sorry.

It swiped its head and hesitated and flew to my shoulder.

“Let’s show him again. He’s going to be a grain every day. I’m sorry.

It’s a little bit bigger than a fist, but I’m not happy because I want to laugh.

I slipped down the outside phone interface: “Do you read?” Do you want me to give you a name? I’m sorry.

The parakeet snuggles me, and he looks a little obnoxious: “Men can read, but they can speak English!” I’m sorry.

How are you?

I couldn’t help but laugh at him and applaud him. Can I get you some Western food?”

“No, the parrot has his head on my cell phone, and he wants to eat the canon! I’m sorry.

“Can a parrot eat a canal? Will you lose your hair?”

The parrot hesitated: “No, I’d be depressed if I ate another grain.” I’m sorry.

I’m still a little upset, but I’m calling the owner of the pet store.

“Eat what he likes, or you’ll die.” I’m sorry.

“That’s okay. I’m sorry.

I ordered a boiled fish, a bloated fish and two bowls of rice.

The parrot looked at the water on the phone and cooked the fish so straight, “I’ve been through this before… and they didn’t let me eat this before, so I just had to eat some cooking, and it didn’t look bad to become a bird.” I’m sorry.

I have a little sympathy for it: “You’ve changed, haven’t you? Has anyone ever abused you before? I’m sorry.

The parrots are saying, “…it’s almost as bad as the abuse, and I don’t eat enough to work. I’m sorry.

And I touched his little head, “That’s so sad, it’s okay. Follow me, and I’ll have you a bowl of brush for a meal.” I’m sorry.

The parrot’s angry, he’s gonna bite me.

I’ll pull it up and laugh, “I can’t call you a parrot. What was your name before?” I’m sorry.

It just snapped.

“I… I…”

“My name is…”

“You didn’t forget your name, did you? Shall I name you? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I thought it would scold me, and the parrot just looked up at me.

“All right, then get me one. I’m sorry.

“You’re a parrot and you’re blue, why don’t you call me a dog egg?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

After an intense war, I was paralyzed on the sofa and the parrot threatened me with his ass.

So I raised my hand, and said, “Represent, then, why don’t you take my last name, I’m Seth, and call the driver.” I’m sorry.

Say no more to the driver… forget it, you don’t have to take it for me. I’m sorry.

And I laughed: “The name of man is Dereliction, and your name is Gizo, and you are not a follower of stars.” I’m sorry.

“Come on, Qi and Zi. I’m sorry.

I’m going to take a shower and get some sleep.

When I take a bath, it’s the best time for people to sing, and I sing loudly in a bathroom full of echoes.

In a little while, there’s a noise coming out of the window.

Gi San shouted outside: “Shut up, my eardrums are breaking!” I’m sorry.

I put my hair on my pyjamas, and I pulled the door open, “Why didn’t you say you had a broken eardrum every day?” I’m sorry.

“You sing so well! I’m sorry.

I looked at Gi Chi and flew to the door frame, “What to sing?” I’m sorry.

“How can I sing?” Then you’ll have a tyrannical “I can’t fix it.” I’m sorry.

“Ahem! Ahem! Ziquis clears his voice.

“I am a hopeless romantic.”

“The moon on the sky, the evening star…”

“is the eternal dust that shines in the dark universe, the soul of the sea of night…”

What the fuck?

Shit!

It really sings!

Although the parrot ‘ s acoustic lines were limited, they could still be heard in the right tune and the turn was smooth. It’s really nice. It’s even a bit of a rout!

I’m a little jealous to look at the curry singing on the door frame.

I never thought a bird would sing better than me.

The undissolved white water in the bedroom is ubiquitous, each of which smells wet.

I can’t help but hum with it.

The time for a song is running out, and I’m a little over.

Qi San is not happy: “The parrot’s voice is no good, it’s nothing. I’m sorry.

I was like, “How’s it going? You sing better than me! I’m sorry.

“I have fallen to the same level as you. I’m sorry.

“Did you despise me?” I’m sorry.

“I do not despise you, I do despise you.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I’ll talk to it.

I combed my hair and was about to blow my hair, but I saw Gi-San staring at me without blinking at the door frame.

“What do you see?”

It had a small mouth: “I can’t believe you’re good at it. I’m sorry.

I followed his eyes and I saw my own tiny, open bathing suit.

To be honest, it’s hard for a parrot to be a gangster.

I even thought it was a little funny.

“I’ll buy you a parrot as a companion? I’m sorry.

“I love women, which one likes such flat-fried animals!” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I scolded myself.

Then I was awakened in the middle of the night by a sudden beating.

I was blinded and blinded by the fact that Gizo was bending over my pillow, and said, “I, my stomach, am I going to die?”

The blue little parrot’s feathers were blown open, his legs stretched out and his eyes closed.

“It hurts, you poisoned me! I’m sorry.

I came out of nowhere, and I knew it!

In the middle of the night, I was dressed, and I carefully put Qi Qi in my pocket and called the owner of the pet shop.

“The parrot’s stomach hurts. He ate the veggies today. I’m sorry.

I woke up the boss with the sound of sleeping, “What’s the veggie? I’m sorry.

I was in a hurry, and I drove down the stairs and went straight to the pet shop with Gizo. I’ll pay twice for the medicine! I’m sorry.

“Twice”? I’m sorry.

He woke up, “I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.

Good thing it’s not too far away. It’ll be ten minutes.

“What about the parrot?” Let me see!”

My hands swung, and I pulled out the three of them: “It had to eat the water today, but I gave it water, and it ate a few pieces of fish, as well as pig blood and bean sprouts…”

Giselle wasn’t just a parrot, he was a man.

I cannot watch a man die before me.

The boss went in and checked the house. I was sitting out there all alone.

In the middle of the night, there was a total silence.

The old light bulb was hanging on top of his head, and his hands were cold with the next incandescent flash, and he kept looking at the house, and he was afraid that the boss would come out and say, “Fear.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know how long, maybe an hour, maybe two hours, and the boss finally came out.

I was staring at him.

He squeezed his eyebrow with exhaustion: “There is no big deal, but he ate a bad tummy and then ate a grain.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll give you some medicine, and you’ll let it go for three days. I’m sorry.

I’m so relieved, I’m so happy. I’m sorry.

Boss swings, “Checks and meds for 847. Double your number. Turn me over.

“…”

“Oh. I’m sorry.

On the way back, Qiji still looks very uncomfortable.

“It’s cold. I’m sorry.

I put Qi-san in my pocket: “Take a break, take some medicine and sleep.” I’m sorry.

Gi-San looked at me with his little head up.

After that, it started to sound like, “Why are you so good to me?” I’m sorry.

“I’m just a parrot. I can’t give you anything. I’m sorry.

I touched it softly: “You are my son.” I’m sorry.

I’m not feeling too bad this time.

The parrot’s little tongue is a little tingling.

I went home and put it into the hot water, gave it a few sips, and Qi fell asleep.

I’m afraid it’ll go any further, so just put it on the nightstand.

And I remember it in my heart, and I rise from time to time to see if it still breathes and falls, and fall asleep at dawn.

And as soon as I fell asleep, the phone went crazy.

“Hello? I’m sorry.

“Seth…”

I hit the phone without an expression.

Strange. Do dead people call?

As a result, U Chin changed his trumpet and called.

“Why are you calling your father and having him burn your paper?” I’m sorry.

Wu Chin said, “Sex, why are you still so grumpy? I’m sorry.

“You know Dad hasn’t finished calling, and the dog and the girl have a beautiful life to call?” I’m sorry.

“I know you hate me,” Wu Chin said, “I’m sorry I broke up with you.” I can’t help it, I can’t help my dad, I can’t stop fighting for at least 20 years.

I feel like I’m eating a fly, and I interrupt him: “You’re here to show me how you’re going to climb the high branch? I’m sorry.

Wu Chinton has gone soft and soft: “Seth, I really like you. We can’t put it down for three years. I’m sorry.

“I’ll stay with Zhang Zhang, and I’ll stay with you. When I marry her, it’s not all mine, it’s yours, and we’ll be together again. I’m sorry.

“Seth, after all these years, my favorite is you. If you want to nod, we’ll be as happy as before, okay? I’m sorry.

I was about to throw up, and I was about to scold, but I saw that I didn’t know when Qi was coming from the bed.

He listened to it quietly, with his little eyes lifted up and clears his throat to the starter: “What kind of bird are you? I’m sorry.

U Chin: “Who?”

Gi-gi shivered his feathers and shouted, “I’m your father, I’m changing! I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

“Seth, who are you with? You found your family so quickly? After all these years of love, you gave up? I’m sorry.

I’m so pissed.

I’ve been blind for three years. What took you so long?

I don’t want to waste my words with him: “Don’t look for me again, or I’ll talk to your girlfriend and you’ll have to fight for another 20 years.” I’m sorry.

I stopped listening to him and hung up.

The threat seems to work, and Wu Chin’s phone call never came back.

And the sleep that has just been brewed was swept away, and We fell down on the couch with a heavy heart.

I rarely think of Wu Chin these days because of Gi San.

But this phone called me back.

To be sure, I can’t forget Wu Chin so quickly.

Three or three years with him, happiness is true, happiness is true.

He was really a model boyfriend at the time, and he was all over me.

Sometimes it is a bouquet of flowers, and sometimes it is a luxury that is bought with the cost of living.

He ate three months of chrysanthemum pickles behind my back, went to work for two months and bought me my first Iv bag of my life.

I remember the night I held him so badly that he wouldn’t buy anything that expensive.

He smiled with me, “I’ll make sure my wife has a good life, house!” I’m sorry.

His feelings for me were real.

But only a year later, everything changed.

His daughter, who began to go in and out with him frequently, has on several occasions excused his meetings from coming back.

I asked him why, and he just said it was work.

I didn’t think he was cheating. After all, he was as good to me as he was to me.

Until my birthday he said he was going to meet again and I drove to pick him up at the door of his company.

It turned out that he was holding hands with a girl who was dark and short, and that the happiness that was about to be met was all over his face.

I covered my eyes.

I understood everything.

So bread and love, Wu Chin finally chose bread.

Our break-up was a disgrace, and I scolded all the worst things I could think of in my life, and he looked at me with red eyes and was crazy.

“Do you know how I got here this year? I have no money, no position! I’ve had enough of this fucking time! I’m sorry.

“I’m with Zhang Zhang Zhu, her father can make me walk in peace! I’ll be a manager next year. Everyone who despises me will have to call me Manager Wu! I’m sorry.

Do you understand? What can you give me?”

“I’m tired with you, you know that? I’m sorry.

I’m still looking hysterical.

This man, as if he had torn his cover, revealed his true identity.

Gi-san came to my pillow and crouched in my face, and he said, “Sex, these big eyes and eyes are decorated, looking at men as badly as you sing. I’m sorry.

I didn’t argue with him.

It’s right, I look really bad at men.

I didn’t say anything. Gizo looked at me.

“Come on, look at you. When I get back, I’ll introduce you to the main line. It’ll be 10,000 times better.” I’m sorry.

And I looked at it with red eyes: “What do you propose to me? I’m sorry.

I looked at him and said, “Of course I’m a good man, but I don’t have many good men around me.

I rubbed my eyelids and looked at Gi-San: “Do you have an object, you become a bird and your family don’t worry, do you want to say hello to them?” I’m sorry.

Gizo didn’t talk.

Then, after half of it, he sneered at himself: “I have no family, nor will I worry about me; mind yourself.” I’m sorry.

The atmosphere was quiet.

And I touched three little feathers, “Get some rest and make up the night, and I’ll wake you up and take your medicine.” I’m sorry.

Gi-san put a sticker on my head and lit a little head.

I couldn’t bear to turn on my phone.

Two friends sent me some pictures.

I shivered my hands open, and it was a couple of wedding pictures.

In this picture, Wu Chin is holding the lead’s daughter, smiling standards.

That’s fast. He’d rather tie the girl up.

My friend was worried, “What’s going on? Didn’t you have a good time? I’m sorry.

I didn’t come back. I was just looking at those pictures.

No wonder you called me suddenly.

Convince is what you want, and you’re thinking about something else.

He’s smart. He knows he can’t.

I tighten up the phone.

The parrot boss is highly skilled in medicine, although he is not.

In a few days, Gi-San was re-emerged.

He was able to point me in the curtains: “My Lord wants to eat lobster!” Barbecue! Beer!

“Call out for Grandpa!”

And I took off my shoes and put my bag on the shelf and said, “This is a good scar and you forget to hurt, and the chicken brain just remembers the beating. I’m sorry.

“If you don’t buy it, I’ll go to the table!” I’m sorry.

“You can try it.” I’m sorry.

We were just saying one word to you and suddenly the doorbell rang.

By the eyes of a cat, Wu Chin is knocking on the door with a big bottle of champagne roses: “Seth, open the door, I know you’re home! I’m sorry.

I don’t know why, my first reaction was to take a look at Jiji.

“Open the door and I’ll kill this son of a bitch!” I’m sorry.

I was a little worried, and I was swinging at it, and I said, “What time did I waste with him, I’ll order you something to eat? I’m sorry.

“I told you to open the door, but today he will not see how many eyes he has!” I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to open the door, but I didn’t expect the locks to move.

Open the door and Wu Chin will come up and hug me.

He’s got a moustache, a derelict look, and he’s not as bright as a wedding picture.

“Seth, forgive me, I can’t really forget you. I’m sorry.

And I fled, and said, “What are you doing here? Where are your keys? Didn’t you give me the keys? I’m sorry.

U Chin erased his face: “I went again and made another one.” I’m sorry.

“Seth, I know you can’t forget me. We’ve been out there for years. I’m sorry.

“I have no feelings for Zhang Zhang, and you know what she looks like. I’m sorry.

And when speaking of Zhang Zhang Zhen, he saw an evil flash.

“I’m doing it for both of us. I’m going to be happier for us.” I’m sorry.

I’m going to throw up every night and I’m going to close the door: “Get the fuck out of here and I’ll find Zhang and ask her if she can take care of her boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

“What kind of animal are you? Did you get a sense of superiority? I’m sorry.

“What, are you going to make money under another woman to feed Sissy? I’m sorry.

Wu Chin was shocked.

He looked at Qi and pointed at it and said, “Seth, this, this…”

I don’t know what I’m talking about. Push him out. I’m sorry.

And Gi-san was not satisfied with it, and he said, “Bitch, get the fuck out of here or I’ll see you hit me once!” I’m sorry.

I had to close the door before Wu Chin could react, and then he held the door against me and grabbed me.

“Seth, Sissy, please, please, forgive me, will you come back to me? I’m sorry.

“I’ll break up with Zhang Zhang as soon as I get the company.

He threw the roses in his hand, step by step, and his face was swollen and he had to fall down on my wrist.

“Seth, don’t leave me, please, please I’ll give you whatever you want…”

He’s in a bit of an abnormal state. His face is full of depressed madness.

“What are you doing?” Did I call the police?”

When he picked up his cell phone, Wu Zheng hit me hard, he stretched out his hand over my shoulder, and he kissed me, “Don’t resist my Sissy, I know you still love me, and we’re the only two…”

I was sick and scared and I tried to kick him.

It was at that point that Qisan suddenly fell down and bit him in the face.

Wu Chin ate pain, threw away Qi San and touched his face with his hands.

I saw a blood stain coming out of his fingers.

Gi-san was not satisfied, and he flew to talk about Wu Chin, and he pulled his crotch over his head. I’m sorry.

I don’t think he’s here. He’s in a hurry. I’m sorry.

Wu Chin was bit several times by Ji-chul and blood came out of his face several times.

The pain made him even more crazy, and he was too flexible to catch him, so he simply gave up and ran at me.

I was going to run out, and suddenly I saw Kiki running straight at him, and I kept saying, “Sex, get out! I’m sorry.

Just one second before Wu Chin’s hand grabbed me, Gi-san hit him hard.

Wu Chin slapped him so hard.

The little blue parrot was shot out in a flash and fell so hard on the marble floor that he didn’t move.

I moved, and the tears came out, and I grabbed the phone on the ground and pressed a few numbers.

“Was it 110, someone broke into the house and physically assaulted me! My home is on South Chang Road, 386 Sky Garden…”

When Wu Chin looked at me, he called the police, and there was a twilight in his face.

He went up and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re having a fight!” I’m sorry.

I cried and interrupted him: “Road 7, Unit 1, 2602, please report! I’m sorry.

U Chin hung up on a phone and said, “What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

Isn’t it just a parrot? How much? I’ll pay you! I’m sorry.

I slapped him all over my body and yelled, “Get out! I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I ran down to see Gi-San.

The furry little thing closes its eyes and sheds a blood stain on its mouth.

And We hoisted him up, and his neck fell down softly, and his chest did not rise at all.

The tears fell on him with a drop of sour eyes, and I choked and said, “You speak, you speak, you scold me why don’t you speak…”

Gi-San didn’t react at all.

It stopped breathing long ago.

I don’t know.

The police came very quickly, but because Wu Chin did not cause any substantial damage, and because he produced proof of his previous relationship, the police could not say anything but warned him not to harass me later.

And when we left, the old policeman comforted me by saying, “This parrot is not worth much, so let him pay for it, and you buy one better, huh? I’m sorry.

I’m silently holding the body of Gi San silently.

Nothing.

There’s no better parrot than Qi.

Without him, he’d be so scolded, so full of shit…

It’s been so hard to protect my parrot.

As if my tears could not stop coming out of the sour eyes.

It hurts like it’s empty.

I was still looking at the body of Qi San until my eyes started stinging.

What do I do?

It was an hour ago. We were talking about what to eat.

And it’s gone?

I look down and I feel like my heart’s coming out of my mouth, and I drop my tears on Qi.

I don’t know.

At that point, the TV that just opened suddenly began to broadcast news.

The entertainment news suddenly got loud and the host was a little excited to say:

“Awakening! 21 days, abandon, the lead singer is in a coma, 21 days later he woke up and volunteered for an interview! I’m sorry.

I looked over with tears.

The single room is a black-pressed paparazzi and a journalist.

The doctor is frowned on the bed, stretching out his hand to a couple of reporters who are about to put their microphones in the face: “Get away, be quiet, be quiet! I’m sorry.

On the bed, the hair has faded into a blue smoked young man with a pale face.

He took off his oxygen mask and took a smile.

The smile was familiar, and it looked at the camera and picked out the frown:

“Seth, don’t cry!”

Eleven.

In less than three hours, #who’s the line of thought went to hot search first.

I’m holding the body of Gi-san, and I’m in the middle of it.

I thought Gi-San was just a big fan.

Who would have thought that would happen, and we’ve been together for so many days.

His dementia, though weak, coincided with that impotent parrot.

But he looks so strange.

He went back to his world, like the day he sang in his song. He was the moon, the star of the sky.

No, he’s more like a shining sun. He’s got all the attention.

And for me, I’m just an ordinary dark dust.

I’m sore and happy.

OKAY, OKAY HE’S NOT REALLY DEAD.

I don’t know.

I dug a small pit in a park full of flowers and buried the body of Gizo here.

I wonder where the original soul in this little body has gone since the arrival, but I hope it will rest here.

I don’t know.

Everything seems to be back in place.

I started working nine to five, and U Chin married his boss’s daughter as scheduled, and was better exposed than before.

It’s just that there’s no more voice in the house.

No sound would yell at me and make me order.

It’s still 90 square meters, but when I come home, I suddenly feel like there’s some empty land.

Strangely lonely.

I have not been mentioned since I said that.

# Who hung the line of thought for three days in a hot search, lined up again and again, and finally got crushed by other news and disappeared.

He never came to me again.

That’s right, I thought.

After all, we are two worlds, and we should not have had anything to do with each other.

We’re like two dimensions of a line, and there’s no chance of an end in itself.

It was just fate that made a joke of the way in which two souls with nothing to lose for a few days at their worst.

And now he is the big star, the one who touches thousands.

I’m still the one who beats up the boss and lives day after day, 996.

I’m looking at the eccentricity on TV.

He’s completely recovered, and his hair is back in the fog.

The white face of five officials is incredible, and the metal’s earpieces are sorely cold.

Countless microphones were in front of him, the lights were ringing, and his eyes were blinking.

“Do you know if your body has recovered, have you left any after-effects? I’m sorry.

“When will the next event take place?” Will the world tour be on schedule? I’m sorry.

“It is known that your parents and relatives fought for your property while you were in a coma. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

“What’s wrong with your property?” I’m sorry.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, “Do you have any money?” I’m sorry.

His agent seemed to have become accustomed to the situation, which had not changed, but had isolated journalists.

“Sorry, excuse me. We’ll have a press conference to explain your problems. I’m sorry.

“There will be a question-and-answer session. Excuse me…”

He wears his hat and takes the babysitting car in a lazy circle of brokers and bodyguards.

“Bye-bye.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

He’s still this ass-breathing, stinking, hard. He can’t change a thing.

And I see the little parrot standing on my pillow and scolding, “I am your father, and I am changing.”

But then, after laughing, it became difficult for me to self-suspensively grudging.

Does he remember me?

Remember when he saved my life?

Or did he forget me already?

It’s not like I’m trying to keep it down. I’m going out for dinner.

For no reason, there’s only the roasting pot lobster.

But when I opened the door, something was wrong.

It’s like my doorknob’s out there with someone holding it.

I thought it was Wu Chin again.

Who knows how long it’s been just a white hand, but it’s coming in and holding my wrist tight.

I raised my head, and my head was down at the top of the hood, and I was looking down at me, with a subtle radon on my mouth.

“It’s only been a few days, so he won’t come home? I’m sorry.

And from a close perspective, I understand how different the star reality is from the camera.

And when he appeared, I was shocked enough to react.

In the dark corridors, he’s like an explosion star that shines into hundreds of millions of light years.

I’m just looking at the rout, and I feel like I’m going to stop breathing.

And he smiled, and he held his hand in front of me: “Come on, look at the bill!” I’m sorry.

And I returned to him, with a red face pointed at him, and said, “You, you, you, you, you, why are you here?” I’m sorry.

It’s a change of face.

“What do you mean, don’t let me come? I’m sorry.

“Hero saves beauty, saves a white-eyed wolf? I’m sorry.

He put out his finger and punched me in the forehead.

“Oh, my pain! I’m sorry.

“It hurts. I’m sorry.

“I’m not, I’m not saying that… but you’re a big star. I’m sorry.

“It’s okay. I’m sneaking out. Let me in! I’m sorry.

I couldn’t say anything. I put him in the sidewalk.

Sitting on the sofa, stretching out his legs, fork in both sides.

He looked around with his frown on his face: “Why are you so small? I’m sorry.

“Bullshit,” and I turned up with a white eye, and I said, “You were a bird, you were a mouse before you were like Godzilla. I’m sorry.

He was not angry, but smiled on his face: “It’s still so sharp, he’s going to order out and starve to death.” I’m sorry.

You’re crazy.

“Your agent won’t give you dinner? Or are you so poor you can’t afford to eat? I’m sorry.

“Don’t mention it. * He’s a bit restless and he’s a little restless.

“I’m not allowed to eat this for days, and I eat water and leaves every day. I’m sorry.

“Come on, hurry up. I’m going to have a pot roast lobster! And a cold beer. Oh, a stick, a bag! I’m sorry.

“I look like you’re stinging! I’m sorry.

I laughed at him, but I couldn’t bear to have a heartache.

He’s a little thiner than before, and his wrists are a little bumpy.

“So hard, you sing so hard? I’m sorry.

“No, he’s paralyzed on the couch, looking at the ceiling, “I don’t want to do this shit, I’ll back up in two days! I’m sorry.

I took him for a joke: “Come on, back in circles and continue to be my pet.” I’m sorry.

“I’m sure it’s true.” I’m sorry.

I was busy with takeout, and I said, “Really, it’s more than real gold. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

The crawfish is always coming so fast that the red, beautiful lobster halons are coming down.

“The last time I saw you kill me, you’d know how to trap me. I’m sorry.

I watched his hand peeling the lobster, and it was like, “Boy, we can’t find out what happened to the poor.” I’m short or short? I’m sorry.

And when I was confiding, I passed the shrimp to my mouth:

I looked at him wearing expensive luxury items, a jacket up my salary for months.

Long legs have to sit in front of my little cup of tea.

He gave me his first shrimp, even though he’s so sick.

I suddenly feel like I’ve been hit, and it’s sour… and I feel like I can’t tell.

I ate shrimp on his hand and accidentally crossed his finger.

They take their hands back and look at their fingertips, and they make pink as peaches with a small face.

“What? I’m sorry.

I feel a little awkward.

He drank a little bit of water, “It’s too hot.” I’m sorry.

Bullshit, you haven’t eaten!

I didn’t break him. Two people sat in front of the TV and listened to the news.

Soon, spicy mouths were swollen, slightly swollen and red.

I couldn’t bear to swallow.

What’s going on? He looks better than a lobster.

I was quick to look at it, but I saw the news on television.

A beautiful middle-aged lady is complaining about the violence with tears and tears to the media.

“We’re all for the good of the child, and in the end, my things aren’t all his, but he’s not seeing us at all.”

On one side, a middle-aged man carried her shoulder, and the color of God was hypocritical.

I know this woman. I’ve seen her on TV before.

It’s like a tyrannical mother.

It is clear that the insolence and the fucking relationship are not good, or else the mother wouldn’t know that her son is a public figure and that she’s out burying her son.

I snuck in and took the remote and changed it.

It’s not like I’m going to have to laugh.

“Let’s show you jokes. I’m sorry.

I hesitated, trying to say, “You and your parents have a bad relationship.” I’m sorry.

He gave me a shrimp, took his gloves and took a beer.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a beer, and the grandkids say it’s too hot for me to touch. I’m sorry.

I thought he didn’t want to talk about it.

But I didn’t think I’d put down my cup and look at my mouth:

“That’s not my father. That’s Zhang Yi. I’m sorry.

“My father died long ago. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what to look like, but I can only look at him and say,

“What kind of expression is that?” I’m sorry.

“No, I’m better than you. My bathroom is bigger than your bedroom. I’m sorry.

I took away my sympathy.

Fucking 8000 a month to feel sorry for a big star I don’t necessarily earn from a monkey.

He looked at me and turned my face, but his mouth got a little bit.

“How pathetic it is to have no brain, nothing but a stepfather. I’m sorry.

“Now, my late father’s mother and their family are just looking for my property.” I’m sorry.

“Just them, too?”

“I just don’t give them a dime. I’m sorry.

I went up to pour him a drink: “Why donate to me? I’m poor.” I’m sorry.

It looked at me, and it showed me a funny smile.

“Donate to you? What good do I have? I’m sorry.

His face rose and pink was in the white.

Under the eyebrows, the dark, dark eyes flashing at me.

I’ve got a red face on his eye and he says, “Good, good.” What good can I give you? I’m sorry.

“So what do you mean… is that the white girl wants me?” I’m sorry.

Pouting swam in my earlids and I stayed watching him magnify his beauty.

It’s the same standard for smouldering faces, and it tastes like half-blooded noses, with thick eyelashes like tremors of butterfly wings.

His eyes are as bright as a black stone, and there’s a fire in them: “Well? I’m sorry.

Induce!

It’s definitely seduction!

My face was all red, and I turned back in a panic: “Why are you so close to me, you fucking drink-drunk? I’m sorry.

He sat up straight and watched me laugh.

“What’s wrong with you? Looks like monkey ass! I’m sorry.

“I’m spicy with lobster!” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

It’s been a long night, and I drank my last beer and looked at my phone in red.

I looked at it, and it was full of no calls and no messages.

The smile on his face faded and he stood up on the couch.

“I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m sorry.

I’ve lost my mind, but I know his identity.

And We stood by him: “Go, and call for you. I’m sorry.

Noding in a ruckus, pulling out of his pocket and wearing his hat.

And We brought him into the elevator, and he set his hand at me: “Don’t send it, in case it’s bad for you.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I had a little bit of a bad taste in my heart, and I had to squeeze out a smile and shake his hand: “Then be careful. I’m sorry.

“Don’t think of me, I’ll see you tomorrow!” I’m sorry.

He made me laugh: “Don’t come empty-handed again, just say something.” I’m sorry.

Look me in the eye and don’t talk.

Elevators cut us off.

Looking down the floor, I don’t know why it’s coming down.

It’s like a godmother’s magic, and I’m Sindurila.

When midnight arrived, he disappeared.

The next day came early.

He was all armed and knocked at the door.

I was surprised by that big bag. I thought it was a robbery.

I opened the door and wondered, “Why is this happening again? Is your agent okay? I’m sorry.

“What do you mean?” That’s the attitude I had to take? I’m sorry.

There was a little secret joy in my heart, and I let him in.

“Let’s go out and eat today.” I’m sorry.

And I looked at him, looking at him, “Are you crazy? What if you are recognized?” I’m sorry.

“That’s so much nonsense, I’m asking if you’re going? I’m sorry.

“I am not afraid of a furline.” I’m sorry.

Fucking dog, still talking so unheard.

But I got a little bit excited, and I looked at his burning smile, and suddenly in my heart I had the greatest courage.

Let’s go! I’m sorry.

I put on a mask and a hat and took his hand into the elevator.

“Does your company allow you to fall in love? I’m sorry.

“I am my own boss, and I need permission?” I’m sorry.

“And I sing, I’m not an idol. I’m sorry.

I look at the beauty he can’t hide with his mask, and I say it’s better than idols.

All the way down here, Ziqi pulled me out of the neighborhood.

“Where are we going? I’m sorry.

“Where do you want to go?” I’m sorry.

Dude!

I don’t know where I’m going!

I looked at him without words and suddenly remembered the song he sang to me in front of the door when he was also Gizo.

Even when he was a parrot, he could hear the voice hidden beneath.

I’m a bit daft to look at the indecency: I’m sorry.

“Singing”?

“Singing every day at work and going home to sing?” I’m sorry.

He used the word “home.”

I moved softly in my heart and held his arm in my hand: “Okay? I haven’t even heard of your concert. Your ticket is too expensive. Can I enjoy a vvvvvip service once? I’m sorry.

I’m holding my arm and my eyeballs are red.

Half of a sudden, he goes off a little bit of the wrong way: “Well, it’s easy for you. I went out for a concert and I was paid to sing for the first time.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little excited to go out with him.

Sing me alone!

Oh, my God, it’s such a bold thing to dream about!

I got into KTV, I looked around, I took off my mask.

“Damn, I’m suffocated, like a thief. I’m sorry.

He sat on the sofa with a big horse knife, and he lifted his chin at me with a microphone. I’m sorry.

I thought about it, but I got the “I can’t fix it.”

I’d like to hear what it’s like to sing out of a raging voice.

“How about I sing a song and drink a bottle?” I’m sorry.

“I can’t be a whore with your white ticket, can I? I’m sorry.

I looked at him with pride.

As a typical Shandong, I drink in size.

You want to drink with me? That’s a fucking rat licking cat’s ass.

Get dead.

“No, I won’t drink.” I’m sorry.

He picks out the brows, “Are you scared?” I’m sorry.

Huh.

What a low-level force.

We Shandong didn’t do that for 800 years.

I barely took the bottle, “But I really don’t drink.” I’m sorry.

“Why don’t you share a bottle with me? You must drink well. I’m sorry.

“No, drink ten of you, then drink one of me.” I’m sorry.

He suffocated a beer and stood up in front of the microphone.

The music flowed in a closed space, and the echo entwined and hit the wall = behind four walls, the waves came back.

It’s a low-magnetic, half-silent, and it’s an incomprehensible sexy.

And in the small chamber, his voice rang as if he were a jack of feathers, and swayed my heart with a heavy sense of quality, and strained my mouth.

He didn’t sing to the screen. He’s been singing the lyrics a thousand times, and he’s been very good at it.

Quintuously twisting the microphone close to his lips, with his eyes open and he stares at me.

He was so blinded and almost impossible to see.

And the moment when he looked in his eyes, behold, my heart beatth up with a sharpness.

I suddenly understood the rainbow farts that fans blew.

His eyes are thin and sweet, and he’s a killer’s eyes.

My heart, my bones, my blood, my flesh.

Even my spirit.

He robbed all of them, and eventually bowed to him.

I was confined, I couldn’t move, and I watched him take the microphone and walk towards me.

The song is nearing its end, and it has come to me to stand firm and look down at me.

He stretches his hand around my hair on the tip of my finger, looking at the boiling magma under the sea.

“The night star is beautiful…”

The words on the screen came to the end of the chapter: “…she’s more beautiful than a night star. I’m sorry.

He rewrited the lyrics and had a smile in his eyes:

“You’re more beautiful than a night star. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

My face was in a state of unbearable passion, and I could not remove my sight, even though he was so blind that he almost stinged my eyes.

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“Come on, it’s your turn to drink, to feel deep. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

And all of them burst into pieces, and the angels fell down from the temple, and fell to the ground, and became a grumpy old man.

I looked down on my face and suffocated a beer.

And smiles on the lips: “Come on, Sze, take your measure. I’m sorry.

And he sat at me, and he held a leg close to me, and he handed over the microphone: “Your turn, I’m tired.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little embarrassed.

It’s not like Benmon’s got an axe. It’s Ben’s got an axe.

It wasn’t so bad of him not to talk about what I was singing. I guess I couldn’t stand it when he did.

But he insisted, and he came up with his head on my shoulder: “Do you know how many people ask me to sing? I urge you to cherish the opportunity.” I’m sorry.

He said it was true that he had had an all-embracing experience before, and the students in it looked at him with their eyes open.

I hesitated to pick up the microphone, saying, “Well, I’ll sing your song and your “Nise.”

When the music sounded, I looked at the cynics.

He sat on the couch, with his hands crossed behind his head, and his eyebrows were full of laughter.

I took a deep breath and followed the lyrics on the screen.

It’s not as bad as I thought.

It’s a hundred and eight thousand miles from time to time.

As if he were the one who pursued the stars, I could not look in his eyes, but turned to the screen.

“…you’re intoxicated by your hypocritical self, and I blow myself into nothing…”

I don’t know when she picked up another microphone.

His voice has been softly brought in with strange harmony.

I don’t know if it’s a drink or if it’s too much music, and suddenly I feel like I’m so hot.

He came from behind and grabbed my waist.

He’s a little dumb and soft in my ear.

“Your voice lacks a little emotion…”

I leaned in his arms and whispered, “How can I have feelings?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

“This way. I’m sorry.

The moment when the indecisive heads were down and the lips were laced, my mind was suddenly like an explosion of the universe.

Countless stars falling in his eyes.

When the 8th bottle of wine was opened, it finally felt wrong.

His eyes were dazzled and he was confused: “Why are you not on your face?” I’m sorry.

Huh? Is wheat juice on your face?

I pulled a fake smile: “I don’t know. Maybe my liver is better, so let’s get the drink out of it.” I’m sorry.

He looked at me for a while, red on his face and neck.

“Something’s wrong and I feel something’s wrong.”

It’s funny how much you want to drink.

Don’t you know we Sandsan Easters drink beer?

I’m crying, “Come on, let’s go. I’m sorry.

“No way!”

“You, you’re not drunk! I’m sorry.

Why do I have to be drunk?

What are you up to?

I pulled him up, “Come on, it’s time for your agent to scold you again!” I’m sorry.

“No way! Absolutely not!”

And he danced with his hands: “He will curse me, and I will not pay him a wage.”

It’s delicious.

I’m a little overdressed to wear a mask and pay off.

“Sister, go with me, I’m in love, I’m in love with you.”

The manager seemed to be used to handing me the list: “Take it easy.” I’m sorry.

I pushed off the face and pulled him out.

At least he’s not too drunk, and his limbs are coordinated.

It seemed like he was sober again.

“Are you cold? I’m sorry.

I shake my head.

“If not cold, walk with me for a while. I’m sorry.

“I used to watch two lovers walk in the street on TV, so romantic. I’m sorry.

He’s drunk, how can he say that? It’s for your own good! I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but laugh and hold hands.

And the night of the summer went warm, and there was only a twirl of coolness, and it blew on man.

And We held hands in the streets, and the fragrance of the two sides of the road rose and filled with the smell of drunkenness.

The night was dark, the three or two walks were hurried and the light of the street was dazzling.

It’s a little hard, with ten fingers.

He’s got a smile in his mouth and he’s gonna have to look at me.

“What are you looking at? * I picked up my lips and looked at him *

“Come, I will tell you secretly.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little skeptical about the past.

He leaned in my ear, whispering:

“You look great. I’m sorry.

I stopped.

There was no more sarcasm in his eyes, and he looked carefully at me as if I were a precious treasure.

All of a sudden I’m soft, like a melted ice cream.

This son of a bitch, I didn’t expect to get drunk and be surprised.

All of a sudden, the insolent shoelace was removed and he bended over to tie his shoelace.

I saw a garbage can next to it and went over and threw the mask plastic into it.

As soon as they came back, they saw a few young girls walking to the bush, and they looked at the blue sound that appeared from the hood and whispered.

I’m heavy.

The house was leaking in the middle of a rainstorm, when the indecisive mask belt suddenly collapsed.

He stood up lost.

A couple of little girls just boiled and pointed at him and said:

“You, you’re insolent! I’m sorry.

The first reaction was to take a look at me.

A few girls looked at me in his eyes.

I’m sorry, the couple was in trouble, so I didn’t go too far and pretend I didn’t know him.

He suddenly responded, and waved, “You are mistaken!” I’m sorry.

Say you’re pulling your leg and run.

I covered my face.

Will your brain grow smaller when you become a parrot?

Two girls go after me, and one of them looks at me, “You…”

As soon as I moved, I followed him up and said, “Come on, I followed you!” What are you waiting for? I’m sorry.

“Aah… oh!”

When I broke up with her, she came after me.

I can’t stop crying. I’ve been running here all night.

More and more people cry out, and in a few moments they gather in crowds.

It’s good to run fast enough that he slipped into an alley without a trace.

“Where are they? I’m sorry.

The lead girl looked around and even the trash can turned over: It’s a dead end. You’re still here! I’m sorry.

“Yeah,” I said, “Where is it?” I’m sorry.

She turned around and said, “You’re a big fan, too. I’m sorry.

“Yeah! “I love him!” I’m sorry.

“Good comrade.” I’m sorry.

Said to keep going around looking.

I suddenly felt a bit of a pain in my conscience and just wanted to call and ask where he had gone.

“Did they leave?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I was made to laugh at him: “No, go back to the party.” I’m sorry.

He turned his eyes upside down and pulled me out of the wall, and he ran. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

In the middle of the night, the two of us ran and almost exhausted all our energy.

The night wind struts through the ears, and the indecisive and broken laughter is scattered in the air.

I don’t know how long he’s been running, he’s panting in a corner.

The street lights are dark and even the shadows are blurry.

The fragrance of fragrance follows the evening wind, with sweating beads on its forehead and bright eyes.

He looked me in the eye and kissed my face.

Before he was confused, I had a confused mind.

Running around in the middle of the night, kissing in the dark street light.

Shit, this is so romantic.

In the morning, Kiyo was taken away by the broker.

The agent’s angry and he can only stare at me.

What are you looking at? I’m sorry.

“Look at your eyes again! I’m sorry.

I’m sure he’s coming back.

“Huh! I’m sorry.

The broker grunted hard to express his grievances and ran away.

I don’t know.

After that, I’ve always come to you at night.

We walk by the river at night, go to the yard and watch old movies, and even sneak up to the barbeque.

He didn’t personally confirm our relationship, but we both acquiesced in each other’s existence.

I came to see you again, and I naturally dressed and went out with him.

Every time he doesn’t plan in advance, we’re always on an ad hoc basis and do what he thinks.

Just down the stairs and suddenly there was a sound behind me.

“Seth! I’m sorry.

I’m cold.

I’m familiar with this sound, with over a thousand days and nights.

I turned around, and I knew that Wu Chin was still there.

It held my hand slightly.

I was afraid he’d get excited and fuck Wu Chin again. After all, when he was a parrot, he killed him once.

I frowned and looked at Wu Chin: “You’re like a fucking ghost. I’m sorry.

In the absence of a few days, Wu Chin has lost a lot more than before, with huge black eyes under his eyes and thinned.

Looks like the leader’s daughter is a real pain in the ass.

Wu Chin looks at the draconianness and looks somewhat puzzling.

But he didn’t worry about it, and he followed it, and he had a sad face.

He begged, “Seth, please, come back to me. I’m sorry.

He made up his mind:

“If you want to come back, I can divorce Zhang Yi. I’m sorry.

“Don’t you like parrots? I bought them. Forgive me. I’m sorry.

That’s when I noticed that he had a cage in his hand, in which two blue cheesy parrots were standing on the shelf curiously turning their heads.

I almost got sick of his hypocritical behavior.

“You can’t fucking see me if I don’t talk, you want to die?” I’m sorry.

Wu Chin looked up and looked at the indecency and said, “Sex, you’re looking for something you can’t see, and you think you’re a big star. I’m sorry.

I choked and he was right.

But I can’t say.

The old hatreds were added to the old hatreds, and the obscenities were not bullshitting him.

I was so scared that I was going to rip him off, and I was like, “No! Hot search tomorrow! Hot search! I’m sorry.

“I can’t see a man who eats soft food so badly, get the fuck out of here and leave my boyfriend alone!” I’m sorry.

He stopped and looked at me and picked the frown.

Wu Chin went up with his heart: “Seth, did I treat you well before? I’m sorry.

“When you get in line for your favorite soup bag at 3:00 in the morning, remember? I’m sorry.

“No one in this world will ever be so nice to you! I’m sorry.

He said he cried and cried, and his eyes were red.

“No wonder you’re going to do it, loser. Sissy likes me to buy her a shop. She wants to eat it sometime.” I’m sorry.

“Isn’t it hard for your three dates to get out of a woman’s pocket? Don’t you dare come looking for Sissy. You’re not afraid that rich woman will cut off your allowance? I’m sorry.

I look down at the tycoon.

It’s one mouth, and the dead can breathe.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m sorry.

And he looked at me: “Slut, I thought you were so clean that you were trying to find a rich man. Do you want to avenge me?” I’m sorry.

I’m a little surprised.

Wu Chin really looked like he was a different person, and the man who was always gentle and windy seemed to be just a skin.

He seems to be the one who can’t get mad at him.

“Do you know how much my dress is?” I’m sorry.

“You can’t earn a month in a rich woman’s bed. I’m sorry.

What’s with that mouth?

I was in a hurry, and I went up and said, “Come on, don’t talk to him. I’m sorry.

Wu Chin’s forehead was crumpled and sweated out, and he threw his fists at his face.

Quietly humming, reaching out to hold his wrist gently.

“Oh, my God,” he smiled with a mean smile, and said, “What’s wrong with it? I’m sorry.

Wu Chin’s eyes were full of red blood, and he said, “Fuck you! I’m sorry.

He then reached out to the other hand, punched in the face, flashed over, grabbed his arm and fell over his shoulder.

Boom! I’m sorry.

Dust splattered and Wu Chin lays on the ground in pain.

“Let’s go! I’m sorry.

“I urge you to go back and fix it, or soon you’ll be in a new position.”

He stood up and pulled me away.

The evening was all mixed up and cleaned up, and I turned my head over to Wu Chin, who was still on the ground: “Don’t come to me, we can’t, we’ve been together for three years, don’t be so ugly.” I’m sorry.

He looked up and looked at me, and his tears slipped to the ground.

I’m suffocating, I’m not talking.

Oh Chin, he’s always confused.

When he was with me, he wanted less to fight, and he wanted more.

There’s no such thing in the world.

I was in a bad mood this evening, and then I went home.

I thought it was a small episode, like every time before, and it would be over soon.

But I didn’t think that when I woke up.

It’s changed.

I was woken by the vibrating on the phone.

Pick up the phone and look at it. There are hundreds of calls.

I was blindfolded, and in a moment I had a bad feeling.

I’m sure it’s my cousin.

“Hey, Sissy, did you get a hot search? What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

My heart’s down.

I hung up on the phone, and I almost started a hot search.

The first search was carried out under the pretense name.

# In the street fighting with the Suso and skepticism about a man and a woman.

The number of comments is already hundreds of thousands and continues to increase.

It was taken yesterday during a fight between Quijun and U Chin, with a picture of Wu Qin swinging and a picture of Qi Qi’s fall.

And a picture of me trying to convince.

There’s a lot of fans down there, by comparing the color of their hair, and the height of their costumes makes it clear that this is a banishment.

My message and that of Wu Chin was also fleshed out, so big it was put down below.

My name, work place, address, previous school.

Even my blood type is clear.

It’s written in several words: according to the source.

Who’s the one who knows? I’m confused to see the endless news of my cell phone, all my workgroups, family, friends, classmates, all 99+.

Countless people are looking for me. Call me, text me.

My phone’s even starting to get hot, it’s getting stuck.

Everyone here may be the one who knows.

I breathed, my brain began to grow, and I couldn’t react.

I’ve been on the phone for ten years, and I’ve been in a bit of a panic and I hear him saying, “Sex, don’t look at your phone and take a few days off from home. I’m sorry.

“What’s going on? I’m sorry.

I’ve come to see you these days. I’m in trouble. Don’t worry. I’m sorry.

Said he hung up.

I’m sitting there and I can’t react.

Frightened, afraid, scared, confused, I watched the gruesome criticism in the commentary.

“This woman is not a good-looking woman, she’s not a good-looking woman. I’m sorry.

“Go to hell, you son of a bitch! I’m sorry.

“How can this woman be so disgraceful? I’m sorry.

“You’re kidding. How can you fight for such a woman on the street, a salesman? I’m sorry.

“That’s the kind of guy who sells, isn’t it the price? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I don’t know how people can be so extreme and terrible about a completely unknown person.

No wonder Qi wouldn’t let me see my phone.

Is he going through this every day?

Each one of them, with its malicious insults, was like an arrow, and it was sorely inserted into my chest with flesh and blood.

I looked at my mother’s phone, and she was crying, “Sex, what’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

My tears came out.

What’s wrong with me?

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Good thing my boss’s reasonable. He told me not to look at the Internet.

“You’ve come to the company to be a good person these days, and we all believe you. I’m sorry.

“This time we’ll be paid leave, we’ll get back to work with you! I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

At such times, little goodwill is all the more precious.

I don’t know.

I’ve never been out again.

Because I’ve got a couple of paparazzi down there, and they’ll even knock on my door.

I feel scared, helpless.

But no one can help me.

He’s got a hard-on on his cell phone, and he’s supposed to be a lot more greasy now than I am.

I sat in the bed at night, afraid to turn on the TV or the phone.

All messages and calls were never returned.

It was only in the early hours of the morning that the usual phone calls came again.

I picked up the phone in a hurry, and then I lost it.

The voice on the phone is strange.

“Hello, Miss S., I’m Wang Kwan, the ingenious broker, and I’m tired of this. I’m sorry.

“What about me?” I’m sorry.

“Sir, I’m sure you’re well aware that this explosion will have a very negative impact on him, the damage you can’t imagine. I’m sorry.

His tone was very restrained, but it was not hard to hear that it was accompanied by subtle blame and disdain.

I said, “What can I do? I’m sorry.

“Sir, you’re the only one who can save him. I’m sorry.

“I want you to take this whole thing down, call it a two-boat, and deliberately provoke them to fight, so that perhaps the insolence is still–“

And yet his words were not finished, and suddenly there was a squeal: What the fuck are you talking about? I’m sorry.

“Seth, don’t listen to him farts. I’m fine. I’m fine. Nothing. I’m sorry.

The broker said, “Do you know what is happening now?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t want to, but it’s a way to minimize the damage!” I’m sorry.

“Shut the fuck up! “Seth, rest!”

“Dodo-do-do…”

I put down my phone, and I was so upset.

I have to admit, I’m not a great man.

When I heard that proposal, my first reaction was resistance.

I know that at one point, my life could almost be destroyed.

But… he’d even die trying to save me.

Am I going to let him bury me in order to keep me alive?

I’m holding on to my phone and I’m pulling around.

In the next few days, I was never contacted.

His agent never talked to me about it again.

There were several ambiguous statements on the impeccable personal and studio numbers, but the heat of the event continued.

The only thing that gives me some comfort is that Wu Chin was taken more thoroughly than me.

His status as a married man also exposes the people who are fed.

He was kicked out of the company by his wife.

Manager Wu became a shattered shadow.

We can say to some extent that we are the same for our former men and women.

I don’t know.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m being blamed.

Because I’ve got things to do with him.

If it wasn’t for me, he’d still be a smooth star.

So his silence, does it mean that adults break up knowing?

I’m living at home, and my head’s getting more confused, and I don’t want to think, but I can’t stop guessing.

I began to have nightmares all night long, and sometimes the righteous eaters set me on fire.

Sometimes it’s a cold-faced face that says you’re hurting me. Let’s break up.

The pillows are always wet when I wake up, and I don’t even know what the dream is or what the reality is, and I need to do it over and over again.

Pain and numbness have taken over my spirit.

It’s just a few days. I can’t take it anymore. What about indecency?

How did he get through this?

I don’t know.

Just as I was almost crashing, my phone suddenly sent a message.

Only a short line of words.

“The Big Bang, the press conference announced a retreat!” I’m sorry.

I stopped at once.

After half a mile, I shivered and opened the news.

It’s an intercepted video.

On the video, he sits on the front desk, facing several microphones.

The press flashes below almost opened their eyes to the room.

He didn’t get a copy of it. He looked at the flashlight under him in peace:

“I understand that this has had a terrible impact, and I apologize here for taking advantage of public resources. I don’t want to explain who was wrong, but I’m sorry that I did something wrong. I’m sorry.

He then went on to say, “I don’t regret it, but I’ll beat my girlfriend up again. I’m sorry.

“My girlfriend is from outside, and I hope you don’t bother her. That’s all I ask. Thank you. I’m sorry.

It was the first time that the word implored had been used, and for years I had never seen him bow.

I suddenly felt sore eyes.

“I understand my character, temperament, and I’ve never been comfortable with this circle, but leaving is something I thought about long ago. I’m sorry.

“Just missing an opportunity. I’m sorry.

“Now I have this opportunity. I’m sorry.

“From this day on, I will quit the entertainment and never return. I’m sorry.

“All these years, thanks for your support and your company! I’m sorry.

Says he bows again deep, and the blue fragrance falls before the forehead.

My hands started shaking and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

He’s retreating!

It’s like a thunderstorm in the sky, and it’s all over the news.

His hot search continues, and he continues to swell.

Now I’ve been completely crushed, and my message has been deleted, at least on the Internet.

Everyone’s talking about discipline.

Someone’s holding him, someone’s scolding him, someone even sent him a wreath and a life coat and gave him a black and white photo.

I’m worried about him, but his phone’s not working.

That’s when I found out there was nothing but a cell phone.

I don’t know where he lives, what friends he has or how to contact him.

I was so anxious that I called him almost 100 times.

What’s going on? What’s going on?

Is he okay?

I bit my lower lip hard and tasted a little iron gas.

It’s okay. At least I can find out where his company is.

There’s got to be some hope.

Just as I was in a hurry to get dressed and leave, the door was suddenly pulled from the outside.

I looked up.

The usual smile came out behind the door.

His chin was covered in blue and his eyes were dark.

It’s been a long time.

But his eyes were striking, as if it were a burning flame.

He grabbed me and opened my mouth:

“That’s great. We’ll be able to walk around the street. I’m sorry.

“This time it’s just and fair.”

I’ve lost my tears.

“Hmm! I’m sorry.

Quantified

“Can you get this fucking bird out of here? I’m sorry.

“I’m warning you, there’s no me, there’s no me! I’m sorry.

The rounded parrot stood up to my shoulder and stood on my face, softly, saying, “Beautiful women! I’m sorry.

My heart is about to melt.

I scratched it with a cotton bat, “Sweetie, that’s cute! I’m sorry.

He was lying on the couch and his face was green.

One of him turned over and pointed in anger at the parrot, saying, “You were so good to this flat-breed animal that he cried out and killed me.” I’m sorry.

“No, no, no, no, the world is so beautiful and you’re so grumpy, it’s bad, it’s bad.” I’m sorry.

“Did you copy the scripture I told you to copy? I’m sorry.

Calm down, OK?

The macaw scratches and tickles and starts singing, “Beautiful rabbit, open the door! I’m sorry.

I was surprised to say, “Oh, my God, you’re amazing! I’m sorry.

And he scoffed at the earth’s insolentness: “What is so awful that I sing?” I’m sorry.

“I’ve heard you sing enough!” I’m sorry.

He didn’t like it, came up and grabbed the parrot and grabbed its little mouth: “Why are you so good at it? You chased me with a chicken-haired plow when I first arrived! I’m sorry.

I’m not looking at it face to face.

“What did you just come to say to me? I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“You tell me,” I say, “Put hair.” I’m sorry.

Then he hardened his face, and then turned his head in a strange way: “What do you say? I do not understand.” I’m sorry.

He said he put the parrot back on me and took him back to the house.

Huh, man.

I didn’t talk to him. Keep messing with my parrot.

It was a very late night, and the dogs were sneaking up on the balcony and the parrot grunting.

I came out in the middle of the night for a drink and saw him talking to a parrot.

“What are you doing? “I’m asking with my eyes.

I was scared and pulled up the balcony door: “Nothing, go to sleep.” I’m sorry.

I don’t care. Go back to bed.

And the next morning, I was on the balcony to see my little parrot.

The parrot suddenly raised his head and black bean-eyed looked at me and said, “Bring hair!” I’m sorry.

♪ I can’t ♪

♪ I’m sorry ♪

I look back and look at the rage: “You taught my baby what to say. I’m sorry.

“No, it’s probably his own talent.” I’m sorry.

“My little baby’s only singing rabbits. How can I say hair-picking! I’m sorry.

I’m angry!

He came to hold me, smiled.

“Now it’s gonna say hair-picking, so you can send it away, right? I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.