I’ve been looking at a single or a hell of a lot lately, and I’ve suddenly wanted to read an all-embracing novel.

I couldn’t bear to say, “It’s getting cold, you cover up the earth.” I’m sorry.

Chino smiled, “Do you want to be kissed? I’m sorry.

I pulled his body out of the blacklist the night I was in love with Chino.

I didn’t finish the line and his message came out: I knew it was my day again.

“…”

One.

I can see through the screen that he’s got a nice smile in his mouth.

I said, “Do you want to open the coffin, or do you want to slide?”

There is no ambiguity about Chino: Daddy wants two!

I looked at the screen, and if it were real, I would have burned through it, and burned a big hole in Chino’s face.

Speaking of me and Chino, that is truly an evil!

The two of us were in love with each other, and we were in love with each other.

Almost three years later, our fans are still squeezing each other.

In fact, Chino and I are not in a circle. He’s a flower in a race ring. He’s a world-class racer’s glory. He’s a man and a woman in all fields.

He’s as mad as he’s obsessed with a woman’s face and her obnoxiousness, and he’s so proud of his skill.

I’ve been in the entertainment business for years, and I don’t have much to say, but I’m in the middle of a cold-smuggling business, and I’m in the middle of it.

Both fans are ssss, trying to kill each other for years.

Any occasion, it’s a battle.

The fans were mad at each other, and I dealt with it very decisively, with the attitude of my predecessor to cremate, and quickly broke up and cleaned all his traces.

I swear to God I will die forever.

I didn’t think I’d run into this.

After a brief greeting this evening, neither I nor Chino spoke to anyone, lying to each other and lying to each other.

Until I arrived at the cataloguing hotel, and Chino came out again in the middle of the night.

He reminded me to wear a mask tomorrow.

I: ?

Chino threw a little bit of it in the face of the audience when he cried and cried, “If I didn’t marry, everyone knew it and now you have a face?”

I almost missed a breath.

Yes, I fell into it, fell in love, said publicly more than once that he wouldn’t marry.

But I remember, he said he didn’t marry me!

Did he forget?

I laughed: What about you?

This time, he didn’t speak right away, and the chat box stopped for a while.

One minute later, Chino: Me too.

Two.

It’s true that Chino and I met each other, and one was colder than the other.

The first day of the official recording of the programme was the organization of a process of mutual knowledge among guests.

Chino came late after I and a guest groaned at each other,

A low-pitched male voice: “Chino, racer.” I’m sorry.

I’ve heard a slightly unsatisfied cry from the lady guest: “Whoa, so handsome.”

I didn’t want to see it, but my arms were swayed by an exciting guest.

I’ve been avoiding any news from him for years and now I’m seeing him for the first time since I broke up.

The light is more than full, with a man’s shoulder wide, wearing a loose, loose sweater that does not cover the upper body muscle line, with a small collar clavicle contours, which point to the top of his throat.

So lazy, he’s got to wear a sexy wanker.

We did not graze our lips on our own, and it is undeniable that these years He has dwindled, and has hidden some of the hard-to-do, and some of the lazy.

Cut, it’s all fake!

I didn’t care, I couldn’t keep my eye on him, I couldn’t help but look in his dark eyes.

A brief collision took place, and our hearts were silent, and a friendly look was not given to each other, and they moved.

Who cares?

When new guests arrive, each first-time guest will introduce himself briefly.

After the others have been introduced, put your eyes on me.

I stung my lips, and I flunked two words: “Good. I’m sorry.

Chino’s face was so grumpy, he didn’t take my line, he took a seat, and the next guest was talking to him, he looked on his side and he was lazy.

I tried so hard to keep my eyelids open. Dogs are loaded!

“Mr. Joe. This month’s body came up, “Tell me, what about Chino?” I’m sorry.

This month is typical of the big-brained, brainless representation in the entertainment world, where she and I filmed a play, which is sometimes connected, and maintains a plastic sisterhood.

Her wise words: It doesn’t matter whether you’re in love or not. Sleep well!

I have no doubt that, even my predecessor, she was unmistakable and unburdened.

“What do you want to know? I’m saying something to break her mind.

“Damn, you know. I’m sorry.

“Oh. * I bend the corner and laugh, “You know why I broke up with him? I’m sorry.

“Why?”

“It doesn’t work. I’m sorry.

I don’t sound very loud. A couple of girls next to Naho were listening in their ears.

At one point, the scene was very quiet, and several female guests looked at Chino with their own eyes.

That look, that pity and compassion.

Chino realized they were looking at him and looked up.

The guest of honor took away her eyes and talked, and I took a sip of juice and looked at three big questions in Chino’s head.

And my lips reached upon the cup, and laughed with joy.

Breaking up without discrediting the former was a good quality, but there was no such courtesy between me and Chino.

If you don’t kill each other, it’s old school.

3

At night, as soon as I got back to the hotel, the tweets were ringing.

Chino: What do you mean, you don’t see? Explain.

I have no shame in saying bad things behind my back, and I am very hard: literally.

Chino: I’ll give you a message. You’re in trouble.

Give me a message. Who are you scaring?

I don’t laugh: I’ll take you to the ground.

A qualified predecessor should be as dead as a corpse.

Then he knew not how to avoid it.

I confirmed with the director’s team that Chino took over after knowing I had signed the contract.

He doesn’t need money, he doesn’t need resources, he’s in the same position as me.

I’ve always had problems. I can’t eat at all.

Stick with him, impossible.

Chino’s tough: who are you?

This dog likes to take advantage of me when he’s in love.

I’m poking on the screen: My dear, I’m your ancestor.

The message came out, and I was bored, and my phone was dropped, and I took a bath.

When the bell went off, I came out of the bathroom and opened the door.

Chino stood outside with his arms and his thin lips were smitten with the evil smile.

I didn’t think I was going to close the door, and he saw through my intentions, holding his arm on the door and blocking my road.

With absolute height and strength, he turned himself out of my room.

And man stood in the shadows with one hand, and he said, “When you have a tail, the Lord knows what you want.” I’m sorry.

I tried to tear his impulses out of my head and pointed at the door, “Get out of here! I’m sorry.

Look at my furry, Chino’s cooler.

Half of the time I was out of my mind, swung to my bed, swam my eyes, like I was sure of something and laughed, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

Okay?

“If you don’t leave, I’ll call security.” I’m sorry.

What the hell, he’s so familiar with me.

And Chino turned his side over and raised his head with fear: “Call one. I’m sorry.

I’m in deep shit. I’m running out of people.

He’s sure I won’t do it unless I want to get on a microblog with him and get an old bang!

Go to hell. Don’t even think about it.

At this moment of my groaning, Chino is sitting by my bed.

Two long, straight legs occupy the sight of the human being with great arrogance.

“Come here. * He’s scrambled his fingerbone and knocked on the edge of the bed. *

My body is standing in the middle of nowhere, and I don’t know why.

Those years of love, when he stood there and waved at me, and I ran over him in vain.

He’s used to giving me orders. It’s fun when it’s good.

Now…

I held fast to my skirt and kept my voice low: “Are you sick? What are you doing? I’m sorry.

Chino-san was afraid that I might not be strong enough to raise my lips, “I am sick, do you have any medicine?” I’m sorry.

“…”I poisoned you son of a bitch.

And Chino smiled and laughed, “Look what you’re trying to kill your father. Come and give you a chance.” I’m sorry.

4

Chino stood up and stood in the light, and his pen was soared in a straight line that he was prepared for the storm, and he raised his chin at me: “Strike, do not fight back.” I’m sorry.

My eyebrow was twitched, just like a psycho.

“Wanted to? * I’m not moving, he’s smiling, he’s * I’m sorry.

And it fell into our ears as though it had suddenly pressed a switch in my heart, and all the landslides were about those years.

The past was like a revolving film, whistling in my mind, and the smell of sourness spread, and I was calm.

I looked to my head at the white fingertips, and said, “Who do you think you are?

“From that night three years ago, I thought you were dead.

“A man who dies in my heart, what is worth wasting my strength? I’m sorry.

Even a few words, softly, on Chino’s head, his eyes are dim.

“Isn’t this all because of your attitude? * He’s got his lips around him * I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Apologize isn’t that sincere, but it’s true to leave him alone.

“We don’t interfere with each other for half a month, during the cataloguing system. I’m sorry.

And the eye of the wild was raised, and he held his lips without a heart: “I am all right, but whosoever explodes will know.” I’m sorry.

I hear words that don’t seem to care, but they mean mocking.

He was too confident and fearless.

The man who couldn’t resist must be me.

“Get out. “I’m afraid I can’t stand it and slap him in the face.

The eyes of Chino passed over the light, and fell in vain.

Half an hour before you leave.

And after me, he paused and laughed at the end of the sentence: “Don’t cry at that time, I won’t make fun of it.” I’m sorry.

I choked back hard, “I can think about it if I give you a crying grave.” I’m sorry.

And in his ears he fell in his chest, laughing low, and the door opened, and man went away.

The surroundings were silenced, and my chest was choked with an incalculable gas, and man fell into the couch.

When I close my eyes, Chino’s handsome face will never be able to shake it off.

I’m in a coma and I’m back on the day years ago.

At the high school graduation party, a group of teenage girls went crazy like birds out of cages.

When we first met with alcohol, most of us were a little bit unsure, and there was a suggestion for a genuine adventure, and I was fainted to participate.

A few laps down, I lose.

I’m looking at Chino, in a crowd of people laughing and watching.

5

The light in the KTV box was dark, the dazzling night was prowling in his eyebrow, the lazy man, the skin bag was so beautiful, he was so angry.

Chino was out of line with us nerds.

He was in a car race, he went to the bar, he had a bad boy’s sticker, he had a good family name, and his grades had fallen, and no one around him could control him.

In the days when I spent my life in the dance room piano class, his reputation was well known, he was known, he was hard to tame, he was wild.

It’s even more acceptable to be in the hands of a bunch of smug boys laughing.

So I chose him.

“I like you. It’s been a while since I’ve been laughing.

Chino’s reaction was light and lazy and he looked at me with his eyes open.

My heart almost burst out of my chest, and I bit my lips at him with eyes that he could not understand at will, saying, “I chose the great adventure.” I’m sorry.

In the noises of the lost schoolgirls watching, the noises were “Oh.”

I thought this was the end of it.

The game continued, and Chino, who had been outside, participated.

The first round, his hands turned the bottle, spread out, “I lost. I’m sorry.

People are looking at each other, and this is a deliberate loss.

Chino’s face faded and stood up in his pocket with one hand and a smiled eye on his eyes scouring among more than 20 girls.

Most of the girls have had their thoughts on Chino.

He’s got this eye, a lot of faces.

I sat in the corner and didn’t think he could see me.

It is only that the Gods sent me near, and when I looked at him, the face of Junno was near.

He fell down, looked at the stars and smiled at his lips: “Do you love?” I’m sorry.

The shadow was behind him, and I hid it in his shadow, looking at him, a bit silly.

“I chose the truth. He bends his lips.

The boys were groaning, the girls were weeping, and I was drowning in his burning eyes, and my chest was shaking, and I couldn’t breathe.

I knew that there was a fire on the other side, but I made it a moth.

The nodding moment was already in the burning fire.

A dream woke up, the morning came before the window, and I slept all night on the couch, holding my eyes against the light.

The heart, the empty, the pain of a single piece, continues to shout.

The team’s assignment card arrived during the time the assistant wore makeup to my room.

In the first quarter, there were seven modules, and the first was a double pair of 14 male and female guests, after a combination of the character of each guest and the choice of spouse.

After a two-day one-night stand-alone date, the parties may decide to continue or to re-select the date.

It’s the equivalent of a mission I’ve got today, a date I’ve had for two days.

I sat in front of the mirror and I opened the envelope and I kept praying: Don’t be Chino, anyone but him!

When the word Chino appeared in the eye, I couldn’t stand it, and I blew a big mouth. I’m sorry.

I gave the team the idea of a couple.

Is that gonna get us together?

The curtain! It’s definitely the curtain!

Six.

The other guests, in pairs, went to the place of their scheduled date, leaving Chino and I standing at the door staring.

“Don’t go?” He lifted his jaw in a commercial car.

I was blinded by photographers, I couldn’t get out, I had a decent smile, I was scolding dogs in my heart.

And the sight of Chino passed over my face, and a little radle was raised in the tail, and I was able to see through it, and took a big step.

And then I sat by the door, and I was like, “Stand still, let me hold you.” I’m sorry.

It was cold in my heart, and I bit my lips and lifted my skirt, and I went in the car like a cat.

The black dress rubbed his legs and made the sound of sand.

Chino looks at me, and the thin lips touch me with a smile, and it tastes so good.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” Avoiding the plane, I’m just crying.

“Don’t wear this dress anymore.” I’m sorry.

“Do you mind?”

I sat down at the window, threw him a face and turned my face out of the window.

Don’t look. I can’t help myself.

His low smile fell in his ear, low, in a closed space, but it seemed so clean.

I don’t know why I don’t want to talk to him.

On the way, for more than two hours, I didn’t even look at him, the view outside the window was tired and I slept on the back of the chair.

Until the car stopped, I was woken up by the crew accompanying me.

Once my feet are down, I’ll be dead.

What about the romantic resort? Why is it a farm?

At first glance, a few cabins were connected to a large orchard, accompanied by freshly cultivated, unsown wetlands.

I finally understood what Chino told me not to wear a dress when I got in the car.

“Why is that?” I was angry with him.

“I’m sorry, I had bad luck and I caught the most. I’m sorry.

My eyebrow twitched, his scolding was stuck in his throat, and his apology was not sincere. I bet he did it on purpose!

Want to fuck with me?

In front of the camera, I dare say.

“No blame, you will not come down for half a day, so I will go.” I’m sorry.

Oh, it’s my fault.

“Come on, don’t get mad. He bends his lips, and suddenly shows a little tenderness for patience.

I was just surprised that he was carrying up his jaw in the direction behind me, and his lips were smirkling at me: “Stand down here and I’ll buy you oranges. I’m sorry.

I didn’t react at all. I looked back behind me.

There’s really an orange stand next to the country road, and the nearby fruit farmers are doing business with tourists.

I saw the photographers laughing so hard, I didn’t fucking react.

Chino is taking advantage of me!

“Nima” almost came out, and I had an emergency brake on my cheeks, and when it came out in my ear, it was very clever to hide emotions.

And I smiled at him a little, and the red lips moved: “No, it is you, so poor, so cold, so beware of the earth. I’m sorry.

Nor do I know which part of my speech will reach Chino, and he will snuggle at me, and he will not speak.

Don’t tell me, he’s serious. I’m a little guilty.

I remember some of the previous episodes.

One time I was playing games with him and I looked at him and I was like, “Can you do it?” I’m sorry.

In that case, he stopped playing and lost his phone.

He asked me with his eyes closed: “A man can be corrupt, but he cannot be incompetent.” I’m sorry.

7

The air is quiet, and Chino’s legs are empty: “Go ahead.” I’m sorry.

I’m in the dark. It’s rare. It’s not me.

The field leading to the cabin was not wide, and I was walking on my heels, with my skirt in it, and I couldn’t see it in the front.

The weather was not clear, the cloud leaked thin gold light, and his white shirt was dazzled and his shoulder was covered with golden wings.

He’s always been the glory of the sky, proud.

When I broke up, I broke my heart and he could still look at me with pride and indifference.

Like, I’m the only one who’s not decent.

I was distracted and tripped by something.

The heel was tall and thin, and I couldn’t hold it. My body was swaying around in the middle of nowhere, and then I fell.

I almost cried out his name in my panic, unconsciously.

And Tshino walked, and I saw him turning back in my panic, and there was nothing to stop, and he turned back and stretched out his hand to pull me.

“Boo.”

I fell in a muddy field, and the dirty water came out of my body, and my face and my hair was dripping down.

In one or two seconds, I turned from a beautiful, beautiful actress to a dirty muddy man sitting in a field.

The wind traveled, the wild tree woman, and the world was loud and quiet.

First, Chino looked at me with his bare hands and looked down very hard.

He’s got another look at me.

Then people jump down.

It was another splatter of water, and I was once again watered all over my face, and I couldn’t open my eyes.

Chino. * I’ve passed away from the death of the community and I’ve broken down and yelled, “You son of a bitch. I’m sorry.

I think he did it on purpose!

Chino sits down and looks at me and says, “You don’t know me now, you son of a bitch. Look at you. I’m sorry.

I can’t speak.

He stretched out his hand to help me and frowned and asked, “Where is it? I’m sorry.

“I’m hurt. ”I’m falling apart, and this wall will become the black spot that I can’t get away with in my acting career.

I was laughing at Chino, and I was still squeezing, “Why don’t we get up first? I’m sorry.

I was crying, “Now it’s useless, it’s embarrassing. I’m sorry.

He was patient: “We are both ashamed, you are not one.” I’m sorry.

“Who wants to be humiliated with you. “What the hell logic, I don’t want to talk to him.

“True love. “The moment I turned my face, I was raised by a force, and I ran away and earned, or was he holding me in his arms.

Chino looks at me and laughs in his voice: “Try again, I’m not sure I can do anything about it.” I’m sorry.

I can’t believe it, but I’m afraid to move.

I know him. He can do something I can’t afford.

When I looked at him, he raised his eyebrow: “Be good.” I’m sorry.

“Shut up. I don’t see anything. I close my eyes.

“Where do you put your hands?”

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

Hold me. He’s got a good tone. “Stand down later and cry again.” I’m sorry.

“…”!

8

I pretended to be blind.

There was the sound of mud dripping and ticking, and Chino’s footsteps were coming up and I almost slipped out of his arms several times.

This bitch…

And yet again, with a violent shaking, I was invincible to drill into his arms.

I saw the smile of his eyes when his hands were tied to his neck.

I bit the back of my teeth, and tied my fingers around his neck, and my nails crossed his skin.

Chino didn’t itch, but he didn’t say anything. I’m sorry.

He’s too bright, I know him well, something foretold.

I leaned on my lips and got down completely.

As soon as I entered the house, I broke out of his arms and looked for a bathroom like a headless fly.

The two poor houses and the bathrooms are so small, let alone the washing tools.

I pulled myself for over an hour.

Without a blowtorch, I went out in a wet hair.

Chino, standing on the open floor in front of the door, made a phone call, was lazy and relaxed, and the water on his clothes was dried up and left with dry mud.

I snuck out and moved to the cameraman.

“Do you mind not cutting that part? I’m sorry.

A square face came out behind the machine, and he smiled, “Mr. Joe, the contract is written, and we get what we see. I’m sorry.

“…”and I turned my head, and I said, “Okay, you can play that part, and it’s over. I’m sorry.

I didn’t even have the desire to wait for my hair to dry.

I can’t sleep with them.

With the idea of avoiding the camera, despite the dimness of the room, I made the bed and indented the covers to sleep until the next day.

The ideal is too full, and the reality is so strong.

And when We were pulled out of the nest, man was smitten.

The warm breath ran across the earlids and sounded like a low laughter: “Do I have to hug you to eat?” I’m sorry.

I’m so excited, I’m completely awake.

“How did you get in here? * And I crawled into the bed, and I looked in the dark. *

Chino stood by the bed: “I knocked. I’m sorry.

“So what?”

Chino: I have the key. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think of it. I checked the doors and windows very carefully before I went to bed.

“I don’t eat, get out. I’m sorry.

Chino took a look at me with his arms.

Darkness blinded me and he stood still.

“All right. “He speaks.

I was surprised he was so good at talking, he was sitting in bed.

“There’s no point eating alone. “It’s more fun for two people to sleep.” I’m sorry.

Chino! “I can’t help it.

In the dark, his words were scattered: “Well, I’m here, you say. I’m sorry.

“We’ve broken up, please be careful.” I’m sorry.

“Oh. * I’m sorry.

He’s so careless, like he used to be, that he really pissed me off.

“What do you mean? I’m sorry.

Far from the suburbs of the city, the stars appear, the moon shines through the windows, and the light is bright.

Chino’s voice is like this moonlight, softly and softly: “JoJoejo, mind my business.” I’m sorry.

9

Like a soft sum, I’m not not being touched.

But more, it’s funny, it’s mixed with countless past heart problems.

I knew from the beginning that Chino was too young to be tamed and that his world was too bright and green.

He’s racing, he’s got a crazy crush on his bones, and the girls who love him are coming, even though they don’t know who he’s interested in, but they’re also in the mood for a few months.

A man who labels people like this looks far away and might be able to make a scene.

He’s given his heart. He’s doomed.

That night KTV took a real risk, and I knew it was a step forward, maybe a abyss, or a nod.

Since then, my peaceful life has been torn apart by a huge mouth that will never be able to recover.

I was a good and gentle child in everyone’s eyes, and since I was a child, I’ve never done a single thing about rebellion, and I’ve been with Chino, and I’ve changed everyone’s image of me.

In those years, I worked so hard to integrate into his life, sat in his co-driver seat, dyed my hair, secretly tattooed his initials on his chest, and at one point drowned.

Chino frowned and said he liked me as I was.

And then I took care of myself, and I was his sweet little lady.

He’s been gone a thousand nights, he’s been scrambling with anyone, he doesn’t remember our love day, even my birthday, and he can leave me alone for one night with the cake.

Say he’s upset. I’m the only girl in his friends’ circle. His phone screen is mine.

I missed my anniversary birthday, and he filled me up over and over and with his eyes to make me happy.

There was a friend who played like his brother, and he didn’t want to laugh at the classic: two ideals of life, racing, love for JoJo.

Friends laugh, words are in my ears, and there’s something else.

Maybe it’s sweet, racing in his heart, always first.

And when the time was long, We gave birth to a canary, which he had locked in a cage, and waited without regret for him while he was absent, and cast into his tender arms when he returned.

Condescending was accumulated and quarrelled with him, and he was patient until I finished.

He is always wanton, and in our relationship, he is in the dominant position, and he is in the open.

Love will not disappear, but it will break into countless pieces, scattered in pieces.

The end is one and two.

For a long time, it was a break, and I had the hope that the prodigal son would turn back and that one day he would land.

Then, my heart broke.

The only time I broke up was the last time, and it didn’t come back.

Over the years, my life, apart from my work, has been so busy, but occasional stops are empty memories, with red eyes.

Are you sorry?

No, it’s just that when I think of him, there’s always a strong feeling.

It’s like I put all my love into it and Chino just took the time to love me.

It’s boring.

And the noise of the wild worms in the field outside the window, I looked back from the memory of not so long, but I felt the pale moon in my heart.

And We lifted up our lips, and said, “I felt so weak in Chino. I’m sorry.

10

At the end of the day, none of us had the strength to make a difference.

It’s hard to figure out how old you are and how old you are.

I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I’m sure he understands what I mean.

Maybe he understood that we’ll see each other the next day, that it’s normal for both of us, that last night was like it didn’t happen.

I went back to the hotel at noon, and I whispered.

The next few issues, if I don’t pick him, we won’t have to meet.

So that night, I didn’t hesitate to fill out a known man’s name on the selection card, and I texted him a message and asked for help.

On Monday, you promised, and the last part of the show was: “You’re not afraid I’m gonna fake it?

I say with my heart: Remember our revolutionary friendship, not a tear for love, but a red night.

Yes, I met with Anne on Monday, and from the point of view of being a child to the man and woman, we agreed that it was only a fool who fell in love.

These years have also been rumoured and crushed by our fans.

Don’t cue, brother and sister are doing business.

I woke up in the morning, I got a mission card, and Monday Anne successfully formed cp, and I was relieved.

But soon I was hit again.

The hall is condensed and guests without a two-way alternative can themselves be re-established as cp, and Chino remains a steadfast choice this month, with unbelief.

The latter was dazzled and pale and did not refuse.

As the group threw out the rules for two pairs of cp team dates, one of them grabbed my arm this month. I’m sorry.

She likes to play with fire. The more exciting the better.

“Me and Chino, don’t you mind? She smiled, if anything.

What the hell do I care?

“Whatever. * To prove that I’m sly enough, I promised *

“Good boy, good girl. I’m sorry.

“You’re acting like you’ve got a big problem. I’m sorry.

“You don’t know shit. “This is the same thing as a product, and it’s easier to use the hand of a mass examiner when you leave the factory.” I’m sorry.

I’m a fucking mass examiner.

Soon it proved that the date of the four was more exciting.

The first day of the journey: mountain climbing.

This is one of my most hated sports, perhaps even worse, and I’m tired of this month on the road. Thirsty?

Chino-san’s attitude and noble and coldness do not in any way stop the fire-like enthusiasm of this month.

Every time we go, this month, the Qinan is eager to draw out mineral water to feed Chino, or to wipe his sweat with paper towels.

The two people interacted with each other, and I was calm at first and walking, perhaps because the mountain road was too steep, and the heart was grotesque.

In order to get rid of the noises that keep wiping around my ears, I am also under the lens, and I am constantly accelerating.

I’ve had a lot of resistance to other movements than dancing, and Chino used to take me up the hill, and I’ve been lying to 10 meters and I’m not moving.

He says I’m sick and I’m never used to sports.

And every time I refused to go, he was patient enough to be with me until I climbed to the top of the mountain in his eyes, one step at a time, so he spreads his eyes and exaggerates with my head: “Woe!” I’m sorry.

And I stood at the top of the hill, and I kicked a rock at the bottom of its feet, and I scolded it, “Bon, you big hammer.” I’m sorry.

Eleven.

On Monday, Anne followed me with a photographer in his breath, sitting his ass next to me, whispering, “Slower, you’re going to die.” I’m sorry.

I don’t have the nerve to say, “You’re a big man so slow, how nice? I’m sorry.

“Huh. On Monday, Anne was laughing and sensed that my mood was wrong, and moved over to sit next to me, and said, “What’s wrong, who ordered you? I’m sorry.

I haven’t spoken yet. I’m walking slowly on the inn.

This month’s browsing dance is a talk, Chino listens, and the atmosphere is a lively one.

“Oh, I see. On Monday, Ann Zor smiled.

I looked at him, “What do you understand? I’m sorry.

“Whether it’s old or touch, which one are you? I’m sorry.

“You’re the one who’s got the old ones and you’re the one who’s got the two words.” I’m sorry.

Monday Ann didn’t respond.

The two men came closer, and I rose up to the temple in front, and I couldn’t see it.

And behind him was a scream of the morning: “Joe, who do you call an animal?” I’m sorry.

And We turned our lips with pleasure and approached the House with a clear approach.

A monk sat behind a desk in the door, smiling with his hands: “Is the Lord here to ask for a signature?” I’m sorry.

I came back for a gift, and I wanted to come to pay my respects.

When he refused, he was hit on his shoulder, and he reached his head this month: “Come on, ask for a signature, Master, we seek marriage.” I’m sorry.

I looked at her and said, “Your marriage is with Buddha.” I’m sorry.

Buddha was ashamed of her miracle.

“Hey, don’t spoil it. Come on, come on. I’m sorry.

Master smiled: “Then write down the names of the two whose hearts are with you, and go to Buddha and seek a result.” I’m sorry.

This month has been a very long month, and the word Chino has been written.

I am silent and incomprehensible.

“Go. “This month, however I may not have written, hand me a sign and pull me on my knees in front of the Buddha.

I looked at her devoutly shaking the back of the signposter, squeezing her lips.

“Aah, sign on. This month, Qing picks up the rocking bamboo and takes it to Master with excitement.

I moved my mind, and my hands moved, and I saw the bamboo on the ground, and I was a little nervous.

Pick it up and turn it over — down and down.

I was staring at those three words, and I lost my God.

See, Buddha knows we have no destiny.

There was a cold, white hand in the sights, and I pulled my hand down and signed it, and then I plugged it in.

I looked up, and Chino was sitting next to me, and handed me the sign without an expression: “Swipe more.” I’m sorry.

“What? How many times can this shake?

And Chino’s eyes are lit with light, and they follow the seductive tone of kindness: “My name is in my heart, and I shake it a few times, and it must be signed up.” I’m sorry.

And We took a glance at him, and laughed, “You think you are buying food, and you can pick and choose. I’m sorry.

Chino didn’t think of it, but his eyebrow was slightly raised, and he said, “I have no choice. I’m sorry.

Boo!

Fuck you. I don’t give a shit.

I didn’t shake, but I just got up, and he held his shoulder down, and he stood up, and he was like, “What, no? I’m sorry.

12

I know he’s provoking me, less than he wants.

Two people were silent.

Behind you, Monday morning and the month together.

Monday, “I don’t know if you have any, but I have a feeling.” I’m sorry.

This month, “Me too, you say first. I’m sorry.

“I feel like I’m an intermediary.” I’m sorry.

“Big brother, you’re from the same side. “Yes, we’re all agents of love.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

Are you all so funny? Bread me like a dog.

I looked at Chino, and put the sign in his arms: “Shake yourself.” I’m sorry.

“Let’s talk. This month’s head came between me and Chino. “I’m not trying to break you up. I’m sorry.

“You shut up. I stood up on my knees and walked back.

It’s a long way out, and it’s Monday Ann’s coming after him: “We’re not waiting for them. I’m sorry.

I’m staring down the stairs, not talking.

Chino is still shaking. I’m sorry.

“uh. “I didn’t think he was actually on the next signer I asked for.

He was so sure I was thinking about him when I shook him?

On Monday, after a few visits, we did not see Chino and Bing this month.

I can’t help but look at him like he’s looking forward to it. I’m sorry.

The cameraman on the side smelled gossip and quietly approached the camera.

On Monday, I stopped on the platform and looked at my back: “Well, you’re not very nice. I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with me?” I’m innocent.

“It’s you and Chino who can’t help but pull me out and be a man. I’m sorry.

“I don’t think so. I’m sorry.

I never thought about the re-emergence of old times or who I’d pull out of my sword.

“Big brother, you step back. “On Monday, when I was in the middle of the night, I had to put my hands aside and let the camera pull away, and then set me up for a moment.

“Joe well, I have to say you. “On Monday, an older brother taught him how to see each other if he didn’t owe each other.” I’m sorry.

The cameraman’s Gossip Girl’s heart is burning and moving forward.

I said, “Who says the Buddha?” I’m sorry.

Monday, “…”

He was so angry: “You must have been a first-class challenger in your last life. I’m sorry.

“No point. “It’s not just that it’s not interesting, it’s boring.

After the second section, I had the idea of getting out.

A phone call was made to the broker at night, without accident, and he was sorely abused.

After Suzie’s cursing, listening to me for a half-day, I’m not saying anything. “You know, little Joe, you and Chino’s fans are already fighting over this show, and it’s clear now that you and Chino, who’s going first, will have no heart.” I’m sorry.

“Oh, you’re gonna have to let me and him win and lose? I’m sorry.

I’m Soo, I’m famous for fighting so hard, and I guess when I was a little, so soft artist, I couldn’t say a word back.

Sozi quit. He’s got his arm on him.

The strongest record, 36 hours each other’s sleepless and famous in the first war.

Black powder goes round and round, and my brother is still strong.

Instead, he took the black powder out of his head and prayed to go to sleep before he died.

Then I used to talk and I used to talk and I used to talk, and Soo’s people didn’t have any soft balls!

13

“To win and lose. “We can’t lose after all these years. I’m sorry.

I turned over and looked out the window at night, and it was a little complicated.

And Chino returned, but in front of people I always wanted to be decent.

So after the break-up, I never said anything about him, until this time.

It may be too long to be repressed.

“You’re not…” Su-hyeok is suspicious. I’m sorry.

I’m whispering.

The thick night is in my eyes, and I can’t breathe.

And Su-hyeon was like a thunderbolt: “Joe, wake up, and don’t be compelled by him. He’s so rich that he can easily get out of the game. You can’t play.” I’m sorry.

That’s true.

Mr. Chino didn’t itch, I had to hurt my bones.

It’s not worth it.

“I am not an open-minded broker. This is the only time you can find anyone in the show but Chino.” I’m sorry.

“Not interested. “I couldn’t help it. I just took off the phone.

When the bell rings, I have a feeling that the one who comes is Chino.

So I’m standing there, and he’s holding on. I’m not opening the door, he’s not leaving.

At night, the bells were quiet and the bells were so sudden that I would probably know that Chino was in front of my room.

I picked up the remote door and didn’t get up.

When Chino came in, he was wearing a black assault suit, as if he had just returned from the outside, with traces of immersion in the autumn cream.

It was all orange. He opened his hand to me.

A flat, long, red: 81 on top.

And We raised Our eyes with unbelief, and We set forth in the sight of the eye, and there was in the shadows an unspoken passion.

“You went up to the mountain in the middle of the night to get a broken signature? I’m sorry.

He was with him for many years, but he did not know that he was bent on Buddha.

I don’t know him, or is he possessed?

“JoJojo, we’re not signing down.” I’m sorry.

That is, he had to prove that between me and him, it was signed.

I can’t tell what I’m feeling, but it’s ridiculous and painful.

“The master said, “The one who signed on to the 81st and asked for it is nearer to him. * He grabbed my wrist softly and put the sign in my hand *

My hands shivering uncontrollably and staring at the flints in your hands.

The air was condensed, and We threw away his hand: “Ishino, you have a problem. I’m sorry.

The Fowler’s hand was thrown on him, and the wind in his heart was squealing, and it was inevitable that the old scars would be removed.

“What’s the point of doing this?” I’m sorry.

He’s silent, he’s blind.

“Don’t you think it’s funny? “We broke up with Buddha. Don’t be a child.” I’m sorry.

It’s hard to imagine what he can do.

There’s a time for being naive about being so careless about everything.

Chino stood still and let me let it go.

And the drowsy light struts in his low eyebrows, and it is warm upon his eyes, tender and tender, but not as much as half of his voice.

“Joe Joe, 1113 days, I think about you every day. I’m sorry.

And he looked with deep eyes, and was sincere: “I did not come to you until I listened to you and tried to be a better man.” I’m sorry.

There’s a lot of talk going around my heart, and there’s a lot of bitterness.

I want to laugh, but my eyes are burning.

At the end of the day, the mood was overwhelming, and his hands opened with care and he held me in his arms.

“JoJojo, give me another chance.” I’m sorry.

14

I was in tears.

It’s just that the frustrations of those years are at stake.

Long after I broke up, I was trapped in a self-doubt vortex of self-doubt, whether I was not good enough, whether I was too careless or not.

No, I loved him so warmly, no matter how much I couldn’t talk to him, and I still had the courage of moths to fly.

You want to stay with him, you want to go further.

Soze and I have spoken a word, and it’s so far.

He said: Little Joe, it is not you who is not good enough, but the one whom you love, who cannot bear your love. I’m sorry.

Lovers can often argue over a few matters, because they love each other wrongly, and one person gets hurt, and there’s a crack between two people.

“JoJoJoe, don’t cry.” He stretched out his hand to wipe my tears, and was patient.

I pushed him away, turned around and erased his eyes.

After the emotional breakup, the heart is loose, perhaps, forgiving.

“You go. * I hear my exit, the sand is broken *

It’s really sad.

I have always believed that the true loved ones, with their desired flashes, are divided and inevitably sad.

He did not move and remained steadfast.

I look to the mirror on the table, in the bright mirror, my eyes are red and I can’t hide.

Hands up and down, glass bottles of skin water slammed into the mirror and the pieces fell down.

Chino’s face has changed, and instinctively reaches for me.

And I blinked to the window, cold and looked at him: “The mirror is broken, and there is no value.” I’m sorry.

No one would want a broken mirror to use it again and risk stab wounds.

Chino looks at the pieces of the mirror on the table: “I’m convinced that there must be a point in reuniting the lens. I’m sorry.

I raised my voice: “A return to the mirror is bound to suffer the same pain as the past.”

Chino, I do not believe you. I’m sorry.

People are usually the same, with the courage of moths to love each other, without the confidence to reunify.

Chino looked up and the light was red and red.

I turned around and didn’t want to see it again.

There are old feelings between the two, and once trust breaks, there will be no re-establishment.

We all know that.

The night was silent as he was silent.

The man who is so proud, so soft, should have struggled so many times over and so hard, so cold as the hotness of love has been poured out, and there is no strength left.

He picked up a piece of the mirror, looked at it for a long time and left.

I haven’t slept all night.

The assistant came in this morning and he was surprised to see me.

“How come your eyes are so swollen? I’m sorry.

Of course I won’t tell her to cry, shake her head and not explain.

After dressing up to the assembly hall, the group announced Chino’s withdrawal from the catalogue.

Then the guests looked at each other, and looked to me with all their eyes.

I can’t explain that either.

Su-hye said that whoever leaves first, me and Chino are guilty.

I don’t think it’s a good time to lose, but rather, it’s ironic.

The two of you have to win and lose.

No winner.

Chino withdrew from the race, and this month he was bored, and complained to me several times: “If you do not want him, don’t let him go back. He is at least a man of pleasure.” I’m sorry.

Complaining goes back to her, but she is not at all delayed in her search.

In the first season, two pairs, this month, and a great model brother.

When the last confession was made, the whole month was filled with tears, and a profound act of love finally met the right person.

“Look, she’ll break up in a month.” I’m sorry.

15

Monday’s still got something.

One hour to the air, 8:00 p.m., and I’m here to cry.

Before that, I was at home, and I was brushing the premonitions from the program, and my heart was shaking.

As for the first two issues, when I appeared with Chino, the two fans had just come out, and the crowd was watching.

In this case, it’ll probably be a piece of it when it’s aired.

Soze called again and asked, “Shall we start with a clarification statement?” It’s not impossible to dump the pot on the team. I’m sorry.

My eyebrow snapped, “Come on, wait. I’m sorry.

“Remember to turn off your private letters.” I’m sorry.

As soon as the call was over, the month came.

Sitting on my couch crying and crying, I gave her paper towels that didn’t keep up with her tears.

I couldn’t bear to see it go on and on. I’m sorry.

This month’s Miss Fish Farmer has been in love more than she’s ever done, and there can be tears for love?

It’s not normal, it’s weird.

“Ooh, you have no heart. She complains to me, “She’s so sad, you make fun of me. I’m sorry.

I shut up.

“I didn’t think it would end this way, he…”

The more she cried, the more her makeup was spent, the more she looked.

“He dumped you? I say I’m shocked that this month’s love and that no one else dumped her was her first.

Listen to me. She’s crying even harder. Her liver is broken.

“What did he do to you?”

“I have fish ponds and he has the fucking sea.” I’m sorry.

I’m looking at her with sympathy: “The master of the pond can’t play the king of the sea. It’s normal. I’m sorry.

“Turn off, I don’t want to see him.” I’m sorry.

I had to turn off the TV.

“I can’t even break up without the show. It’s too fucking hard. I’m sorry.

I can’t feel how much she’s holding back, but soon I’m starting to hold back.

Soze told me to shut down my personal trust, and this month she cried, and I forgot.

The show’s on, my microblogging backstage, and it’s just paralyzed.

Chino’s fans came in thousands of times, threw many greetings, and the theme was one: shameless, haunting my wild brother.

There’s no end to this. The comment section is hotter.

Chino’s fans are scolding me, my fans are scolding me, people are watching me.

It’s the best comment: it’s fun to fight, to talk about love.

We cried for love this month, and it ended too quickly.

And she smiled at him while she was painting the curtain: “Ah, you are terrible. They scolded you so badly that you knew no evil.” I’m sorry.

I’m so upset.

“and you pretended to love it so much, you talk so hard. I’m sorry.

This month, it’s been a very exciting month, and I’m excited to ask, “An interview with your client, is it true? I’m sorry.

I’m not in the mood to make fun of her. I’ve been staring at the rolling screen for a long time.

“Hey, how sad? “In this business, we haven’t seen anything. I’m sorry.

Of course not, but there are things you can’t get through.

And I said, “The first part is true, the second part is false.” I’m sorry.

I used to love it so much, and now I don’t have a hard mouth.

“Huh? “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

I didn’t listen to her. Long fingers banging on the screen and sending a new tweet.

Then turn it off.

“I’m sleeping. You can leave later. I left my phone on the sofa and I turned to the bedroom.

“How dare you tweet at this wind?” I’m sorry.

And when she recited my tweets, she exaggerated: “Sister, you are too strong.” I’m sorry.

A short sentence lying on my microblog: the wise don’t fall in love, the wrong race repeats the same.

16

There was no need for a lengthy statement of clarification, which was cumbersome and unconvincing.

I’m not that little girl back in the day. I’m just so sorry that I’m so sorry.

They speculate about that feeling, who is taller, who weighs the pros and cons, who loves who loves less, and then what I do not deserve.

I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve it.

The next morning, I stepped out of the bedroom with my lazy back and saw two people in the living room, and I was a little bit upset.

“Did you sleep well? “The man who looks like Messian swayed with his legs, and Sozi stood behind him, and the old man, who was in the middle of the day, shrunk his head to the sad face of slaughtering the lamb.

I didn’t say anything until I said, “Good, no dream. I’m sorry.

Men played with my cell phone that I left on the couch last night, staring at my eyebrow, squirting with a thin smirk.

This one, the one that’s used to dressing deep.

Soze’s mad at me where he can’t see it. I’m sorry.

“Oh. I went to the bar and poured a glass of water, and I said, “Can you come to my house and say hello? I’m sorry.

One is my boss and one is my agent, but it’s not right to come into my house while I’m sleeping.

Sioux listens to me, and he’s got an impotent face.

I understand his body language: What time is it that you’re struggling with this?

“All right, this one’s off the hook. I’m sorry.

Suzie’s just standing there.

“Joe good. “What does that mean?” I’m sorry.

“What is it? I watched him raise my phone, I don’t get it.

“Weibo, weibo.” I’m sorry.

“I see. I just got up, I haven’t had time to see my phone.

I guess that tweet I sent last night blew up again.

“Come on, talk to me. “Who is the wise man and what is wrong with him?” I’m sorry.

I’d love to say, what does that have to do with you?

“No one is to be singled out, just to make my position self-righteous.” I’m sorry.

“So you want to be wise? I’m sorry.

“What? You all right?

I always feel that every time I look at a tulip, his eyes hide behind the lenses are gruesome.

Like now, he’s not smiling, but his face shows a little bit of a smile.

“You set it up. It’s too late to repent. I’m sorry.

What the fuck is this?

“You should know what a terrible thing is when a red star collapses, so…”

“You have to sign an additional agreement.” I’m sorry.

Half the day he finally showed up.

“What conditions? I’m sorry.

“No love for three years.” I’m sorry.

It’s off the grid.

But, of course, three years, that’s exactly when my brokerage contract expired.

“Signify as you wish. I’m sorry.

Soze immediately brought me a contract and put a pen in my hand.

I kind of want to laugh. What the hell is this?

“Don’t dare”? “Scrambling”

These are the two words, the sound of which reminds me of Chino who was in the Buddha House that day.

I’m shaking my head off ideas that I shouldn’t have, and I’m looking at the contract a little bit.

Simple, contractual and default money.

I bit my lips, and I was laughing: “You’re so fucking full of it.” I’m sorry.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.

“All right. “I’m flying to sign my own name, “I’m a fool to fall in love. I’m sorry.

17

“You don’t fall in love, and don’t denigrate anyone who falls in love.” I’m sorry.

I’ve heard a little bit of the wind before, and I hear that Yuyuk has recently fallen in love with a girl, and that he’s hot and he’s a scoundrel and he’s been wearing fur on his neck for a while.

The girl did it. He enjoyed it.

I couldn’t help but say, “You’re a fucking masochist.” I’m sorry.

And the tulips stood up and took a contract, and they didn’t judge me: “A fairy like you, does not know the joy of us mortals and is normal.” I’m sorry.

Cut. I don’t care.

And I have passed through the bitterness of the love of man all these years so that the canoes have said to me, “You are a woman who has no taste.” I’m sorry.

His tastes have always been the same: beautiful, hot, popular.

“Low canoe, sooner or later you’ll have to fall.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t believe it. “I am proud of myself.

At the end of the day, he laughed so much: “But one thing I believe.” I’m sorry.

I asked, “What?”

“I can make a fortune on this paper. I’m sorry.

“You wish. I’m sorry.

Yue can’t argue with me, happy to go.

The dog had his legs taken downstairs and turned back.

I can’t say anything when I want to.

“No, it’s done. It’s useless. “I have to tell you two things. I’m sorry.

I looked down at the phone’s turn-on, and I waited for him.

“First of all, Chino announced last night that he would no longer participate in any race, let alone enter the entertainment. I’m sorry.

I scratched the screen with a stiff finger.

It was true that he had become a man of great glory over the years, but racing was something that had been incorporated into his blood and that he could shine on it.

How could he give up?

“Second, he sent a tweet in the morning…”

Soze saw what was on my phone screen and knew he didn’t have to say anything.

At 2 a.m., Chino Weibo sent the only message related to his private life.

The words are clear: “The things I mentioned are rejected, they’re still chasing, so don’t cause any confusion.”

I can’t imagine how he felt when he typed those words.

Chino’s soft-mindedness is beyond my imagination and openly wants to pursue me again, which is somewhat contrary to the image of his insolent son.

It took me three or four minutes to get the reviews.

It’s probably the first time I’ve seen such harmony in the comment area since I broke up with him.

My fans excavated and raving, Chino’s fans, the silence that used to be the worst, and the rest of them refuelled with tears.

No one yells at me. It’s a little weird at a time.

The Soviets said, “The war that lasted for several years is over and we won.” I’m sorry.

I turned my back on him and said, “There can never be a winner. I’m sorry.

The people do not want to divide the victory between me and Chino, because, in their view, whoever cares more about each other is the loser.

A feeling, judged by a win or a lose, denies both the sincerity we gave and the meaning of those years.

A man who has been passionately loved should have his meaning.

“Why aren’t you happy? “Forgot your five-year-old dog? I’m sorry.

I can’t tell you why. It’s like I’m being hammered.

I look at the sky, which is under pressure from the windows, and I look at it, and I look at it, and I look at it, and I look at it, and I see it, and I look at it, and I look at it, and I look at it, and I look at it, and I see it, and I look at it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I look at it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I look, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it, and I see it,

“That is my youth and his. I’m sorry.

18

As Chino retreated from public view, the section on us was gradually cut off.

The audience was scattered, the story turned and everything seemed to be settled.

One night, I turned around and fell asleep, and I climbed up and brushed my circle of friends, and beholded the news of Chino.

There is no text, there is only one photograph of the road in the wild, and there is no end to the road in the open, located in a mountainous area of the interior.

Looks like they took the convoy across the no-man’s-land.

Indeed, like his sex, freedom is what is incorporated into his bones, and he is afraid that he will not stop on the way to the limit.

I turned over and was ready to go to sleep, and the phone that just dropped off sounded like a bell.

It’s home number.

In the middle of the night, it made me nervous.

“Your father… I fell off the stairs last night and I’m in the hospital. I’m sorry.

My heart is cold, I sit up from the bed.

He called Soze in a panic. He didn’t answer for half a day. I didn’t dare to stop. I changed clothes and took my cell phone and drove home.

I mean, I’ve got a talent for driving this thing.

I didn’t even want to touch my car.

Later, when he broke up with him, there was always a sense of love, even less willingness to drive, a driver, and nothing went wrong.

Four or five hours’ drive, and I arrived at the hospital with a blindfold.

The tight nerves were loose and the car was parked without any surprise.

The sound of the collision caused the alarm of the car, and the middle-aged man, who was carrying a piece of paper, came out and looked at me with his eyes staring at me.

“Do you drive without your eyes? “The man wrinkles his face and looks at his car, and his heart hurts.

“I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry. I’ll pay for it first. I’m talking to the owner. I’m sorry.

He had a bad face: “Who cares if he comes to the hospital?” I’m sorry.

The cell phone kept ringing, and I got on the line, and the woman crying, “Joe, are you there?”

“Oh, you’re the star?” What’s it called?

I went back to the car and signed my phone number and handed it to the man: “Big brother, contact me later. I’m sorry.

“178 Good Joe! “You’re Joe. I’m a fan. I’m sorry.

“…” I’ve washed into the hospital hall, and this must be a fake powder.

In front of the operating room, a woman sitting in a chair with tears saw me and rushed up.

“Joe, what are you doing? Your dad’s been in there for hours. I’m sorry.

I looked at the red light on the O.R. door, and I was so nervous all night, my legs were a little soft. I’m sorry.

“A sudden myocardial infarction. Qin Wan blamed himself for saying, “Last night, your father said he wanted to read a book, so I went to bed. I didn’t think he’d come up with the symptoms in the middle of the night. I’m sorry.

I’m dazed, my back against the wall, and the women in my ears cry like thousands of ants eat on my heart, and I can’t say anything to comfort.

For this woman, I’m carrying some unfriendly.

For no reason, she always felt she occupied my mother’s place.

19

A few hours later, Soze called late.

I thought he saw him call without a phone call. I didn’t think he was here to ask questions.

“Where have you been? * He just woke up and his voice was awful * Someone on the Internet sent a video that you hit someone’s car and ran away with no money. I’m sorry.

There’s still no movement in the operating room. He’s got this phone number, and he’s giving me a good head start.

People’s hearts are really bad, and bottomless sex never ends.

I explained it with the cold and Soze: “Oh, my God, you’ve been driving alone for so long.” I’m sorry.

“Baby, it’s my fault. I drank too much last night. Wait. I’m sorry.

More than 1 p.m., after a long 10-hour operation, my father was sent to ICU and was still unable to visit.

And when Su-ji came at night, and saw me sitting in the hall, and blaming myself, he said to me, “You have the guts, too, to touch the car, to drive for hours at night, at least to call the driver.” I’m sorry.

“Forget. * I was just thinking, and I just came back. *

At this point, I have no reason to flash Chino.

In fact, I am soft, but I am more stubborn than anyone.

When he was playing in college, he’d won so many big prizes, so famous that I wanted to be part of his life.

So I took my driver’s license against the sun, and he took me through it.

I had to drive on my own. I didn’t think it would happen just once.

The car crashed into the road teeth, and I was completely terrified, only knowing that the moment the car went out of control and hit the past, Chino threw his seat belt at me.

The accident broke a rib. I didn’t hurt anything.

He was in terrible pain, and he was forced to take a hard time to see if I was hurt, and I cried so badly, and he was forced to squirt me.

Then he said, “We’ll never leave, and I’ll drive you for the rest of your life. I’m sorry.

And he was very frightened that time, but in the hour of the worst, he could have taken care of me in the least.

Man, an animal who can sense love, so for a long time, I willingly waited for him in empty houses.

“What are you thinking? The hand of Soze shook in front of me.

“I want to drink water.” I’m sorry.

“You haven’t eaten all day, have you? Zoe picked up a warm kettle from his assistant and poured me a glass of water.

I’m not going to answer, but I’m not going to answer. I’m sorry.

“They’ve been contacted to consult the owner of the car, and it’s obvious that he sent the video for the purpose of hitting you. I’m sorry.

“It’s all right, we can handle it. Let’s go get something to eat. I’ll get a doctor. I’m sorry.

I’m not hungry, but it’s useless to wait. I’m going outside the hospital.

When I passed the open parking lot, I was unconsciously looking in my direction.

Early in the morning and autumn, the bright, red sunset spreads softly, and Chino is in a black dress and a cold-coloured sunset, and his arrogant height is shrunk short of the men before him.

He’s not talking. Men don’t stop.

In the end, he had his hand, and an electronic key had drawn an radians in the air and fell into the hands of men.

20

People are usually sensitive to the sights that fall on them, to the side of Chino and to my sights.

He covered up and touched his eyebrow before he stepped up.

“What are you doing here? Seriously, my heart’s beating at the moment.

He did not return to me, and looked me in the eyes: “I know that you are a crybaby. I’m sorry.

And when I do, the man can’t really see, and many times he wants to make me cry, and I really do.

He said, “The daughter-in-law is rich.”

“A actress left my car this morning? I sent the video and her boyfriend came to me. I’m sorry.

Boyfriend?

“I am not talking about it.” I’m sorry.

The man turned his back to us and almost took off: “His boyfriend asked me to delete the video and to clarify that in exchange, he sent me a supercar. I’m sorry.

“As soon as you’re sick, I’ll take you for a ride. I’m sorry.

And the man walks forward with his key, and he goes, “Who knows, a woman star likes to look for a man with a rich boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

I’ve got a headache. I’m not good.

Stupid Chino?

“Are you okay? “I’m shocked. Don’t take care of it. He paid for a sports car?

It’s not so expensive to have money, and it’s no wonder people say he’s stupid.

Chino doesn’t care: “His wife is dying of cancer, as a charity.” I’m sorry.

“Oh. “Yes, sir, you’re so purified that I am so vulgar and uncompassionate.

A small roadside restaurant, a few tables and chairs, just me and Chino.

His legs were long, he came out of the table, stomped at the tip of my shoe, and he had a touch of grinding.

“When did I come back?” I’m sorry.

“Down at noon. “The company’s pro bono and he’s gone away.” I’m sorry.

The last sentence was like an explanation. I was silent and I didn’t know how to answer.

In our current relationship, his life doesn’t need to be explained to me.

He put the hot chopsticks in front of me: “Dean Song is organizing expert research, giving Uncle the best treatment, you eat something. I’m sorry.

White bowls with hot water are still hot, and he remembers my little habits.

About the hospital, he said hello, and I took a little breath.

“Thank you. “I’ll pay you for a car.” I’m sorry.

It’s me. There’s no reason for him to pay.

“I am in need of money.” I’m sorry.

Well, he does have money, but he’s got a bad attitude.

“Oh, it’s not that bad. *And his lips smitten with a soft smile, and he said, *When you are with you, you will be poor for a while. I wish I could have raised you.* I’m sorry.

“When did this happen? “It must be a joke. I’m confused. I don’t remember him being poor.

The owner of the restaurant is on the menu, with his hands on his hands, and I see Chino’s face divided, and I don’t feel well.

He didn’t answer. He lifted up the tweezers and suggested I eat.

“No appetite. I haven’t eaten in a day, I’m not hungry, I’m tired of seeing them.

I asked, “Have you ever been poor?” I’m sorry.

Chino was laughing at me, and he waved his hand: “Eat the rice in the bowl and I’ll tell you.” I’m sorry.

21

I wrinkled my head and didn’t know what I was worried about. I swallowed a bowl of food for an answer.

Yes, I was played again.

He finally left the restaurant and did not continue with the problem.

When the lights came up at night, we stood by the side of the road, watching the car come and go, and he asked, “Are you going to stay here for a while?” I’m sorry.

“Well, at least until my dad’s condition stabilizes. I’m sorry.

Soze just came by and told me that he was going back first and that he had helped me push the announcement for the next six months, which means that I have a six-month vacation.

Chino noded his head: “I’ll find a place to stay for a few days and you can call me anytime. I’m sorry.

“You’re not going back?”

He said, “There has been a free time, all the same. I’m sorry.

I didn’t believe him, I didn’t believe him for a moment, and I couldn’t stand it: “Ishino, you don’t have to.” I’m sorry.

He’s grown-ups. I can’t see why. He came back, and he kept coming to my house.

On the way, a car followed by a passing, a flashing light swam around his face, reaching out to take out a cigarette, and a cigarette out of his hand, without a light for half a day.

Turned around at the tip of the finger, and put it back in the cigarette box and threw it all over the dumpster next to it.

“It is necessary. “JoJoJoe, I’ve been thinking about the problem since you were separated.” I’m sorry.

“I’m greedy, trying to catch my dream, trying to be what my parents want and loving you. He looked at the rolling traffic and opened the chat box, and said, “In those years, I was very busy, training, competition, study, work, pay, things were going to be taken care of, and less and less time was left to you. I’m sorry.

I bow my head, my toes grind my teeth, and I don’t speak.

“I know my girl is sensitive, insecure, but she’s selfish enough to keep you waiting.

“It was a state of guilt and panic and fear that you would leave. I’m sorry.

I looked up across the street and deliberately misconstrued him, laughing, “What’s wrong with me?” I’m sorry.

“How? Chino’s hand rubbing my back, “When I think about you over and over again these years, I feel like an asshole. I’m sorry.

And We shook my head: No. I’m sorry.

If we’re not looking for a reason to split up, I’m probably in love with Chino at the wrong time.

He’s got too much to go after, his world is amazing and far away.

Even if the girl next to him came and came, I never doubted that he had any cheating thoughts.

He has absolute moral standards for feelings.

It’s just that my world is really too small to feel any sense of security in itself, and it’s all too weak to follow him.

He’s been absent a lot, and I’m waiting, and I’ve had too much to wait.

That feels so bad.

It’s not the same world. It’s not the same world. It’s wrong from the beginning.

This is the last thing I want to admit, so all the grievances are blamed on him for giving me too little time and too little attention.

I’ve been so upset that I can’t read anything about him, and I’ll see you again.

The real separation should be silent, neither me nor him.

“You’re actually complaining about me, too. I laugh, “I’m not very mature, I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m trying to feel safe about you, but I forget that we are two independent people. I’m sorry.

Even if we were lovers, we should have our own lives, our own ideas.

I was completely in love at the time, thinking I was unfair to him and sorry to myself.

“What about the break-up review?” I’m sorry.

22

“Stop saying that. I shivered my shoulders and hid my emotions, “You see, when we split up, we’re all better people, that’s good. I’m sorry.

I’m not in love anymore. He knows how to love.

Sorry?

I think so. After all, love is too early to have the best of each other.

On the way back to the hospital, Chino stopped talking.

It must have been a journey, and I couldn’t hide my fatigue, and I couldn’t have said a terrible thing: “Go back without me.” I’m sorry.

“You haven’t slept all night, have you? I’m sorry.

Here we go again.

Qin Wan whispered to Chino and ripped my sleeves: “Joe, I’ll stay with you at night. Take your boyfriend home and go to bed. I’m sorry.

We have no power to explain: “He is not my boyfriend. I’m sorry.

“Oh. Qin Wan whispered to me, “Don’t be rude when people come all the way here. I’m sorry.

I saw clearly the smile of Chino’s eye.

Qin Wan is still talking: “The dean has just come to me and said that they have invited experts. The old man will be fine. I’m sorry.

I thought Chino was trying to do something about it and talking to him was too bad.

“Let’s go. “I’ve compromised, led people out.

He questioned my driving skills very frankly: “Sit on the side.” I’m sorry.

I just left someone’s car this morning. I can’t protest.

However, it was not possible to take him home, and he was to be driven out of the car once every time he passed through a hotel.

He’s holding the wheel. He doesn’t care about me.

And when the car was parked at my door, he laughed and threw at me a sentence, “You woman, it’s getting more loud.” I’m sorry.

I’ll be gone and leave me in the wind.

It’s impossible to change that bad.

It’s only seven o’clock since I’ve been out of bed for over 30 hours.

Go out in the morning. Chino’s waiting at the door.

He leaned on my car, and delivered me a bag of things: “Breathe, by the way. I’m sorry.

I looked at the bag. It’s the little girl I love in Easttown. I live in the south.

“Thank you. I don’t know what to say.

He’s always had a hard time trying to do what he wanted.

For a long time, he lost interest and stopped.

With that kind of thought, I can get to him in peace.

More often than not, the gunpowder is full, and he’s not used to me. You come to me, you’re different from the way you used to be in love.

My dad stabilized after a second operation.

Many times he saw Chino, he saw something, and asked me in private, “Is it the same?” I’m sorry.

I just remembered that my dad had seen him before.

At my mom’s funeral.

23

It was easy to get hooked up.

My parents’ feelings are bad when they remember themselves. They’re cultural, they don’t fight, but they’ve been cold for years.

My dad’s little home, he’s almost indifferent to my mom’s existence.

When I was a kid, he thought I didn’t remember, and he used to say, “If it wasn’t for you, Dad wouldn’t want to go back to the house.” I’m sorry.

He doesn’t know. I remember.

I was raised by my mother, emotional balance naturally leaned towards my mother, and my father’s anger was accumulated in his neglect over and over again.

He doesn’t care about my mother’s joy, whether she’s sick or not, he doesn’t even care about my mother.

Growing up in such a cold environment makes me sensitive and insecure.

It’s hard to say, and it’s not much love.

So, when Chino extended his hand to me, We took him as a light and pursued him with vigour, and seized him with death.

I was with Chino the following winter, and something happened that brought me closer to collapse.

After an ordinary afternoon, the family called and my mother went to the hospital, where she was said to have been ill for a long time and to have told no one that she had been sent to the hospital after being unconscious.

The father didn’t say anything, but the implication was that she waited for me.

The winter was particularly cold, with the storm closing down of schools for decades.

Chino drove me home, and there was a blizzard on the road, which was better than he was, and more than an hour later than usual.

I didn’t see my mom last time.

And I cried in the dark hallway of the midnight hospital, and held him in his arms, saying: “I have no mother.” I’m sorry.

It felt like the sky had collapsed.

And then I thought about it a million times, and he held me over and over and over again: “JoJoe, you and me, I’ve been there. I’m sorry.

And then it got apart, and I remembered, there was still an urge to cry.

My mother’s business was simple, there were not many people to send, and Chino was with me, and I cried so hard that he had red eyes.

I barely wanted to go back to my dad for years after my mom died.

He called me when he married Qin Wan.

I just broke up with Chino. I cried at night.

He tried to call Chino when he couldn’t stand it, and then repeatedly pulled his number out of the blacklist and back.

I don’t know how to stand it, but I didn’t get in touch.

“Dad, leave it alone. “I kept my dad from trying out.

I hate to talk to him about feelings.

He kept his mouth shut and didn’t dare ask.

After half a month at home, Chino was patient and waited for me to return.

In his words, “Who dares to let you drive alone?” I’m sorry.

I got the news from the bitch who was on his way back, “It’s love.” I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

He threw me over a marketing video, took the owner of Chino’s car or got his mouth ripped off with money from the marketing car, and said that the actress who shaved his car had a very handsome boyfriend.

And thank my boyfriend for sending him a sports car.

Despite the fact that the marketing code’s material is not real, the crowd still resonates and wonders if I’m in love.

Of course, more guesses are — me and Chino rekindled.

I certainly do not admit, and I say three times: “No more, no more love, nothing more.” I’m sorry.

“Oh, is it?” “Oh, it’s a good trip to the warning.” “Joe, be careful, don’t get caught.” I’m sorry.

24

“Why don’t you get wrong?” I’m sorry.

I shook my hand with my cell phone and said, “No, I can’t, three years without a relationship, I have to lose money.” I’m sorry.

And the people around me made a low laughter: “The slave of wealth.” I’m sorry.

Three years ago, between the world and Chino, I would have chosen Chino with no mercy.

But now I choose money.

Then, after a while, Chino said, “He will not earn it.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t hear what he meant in his heart: “Of course I am not in love.” I’m sorry.

“Direct marriage is also possible. I’m sorry.

I was shocked, I didn’t say anything.

The enclosed space in the car has been amplified, even by the breath of a human being.

He looked ahead, but opened the box: “JoJoJoe, I only want you to know that I have not failed you from the beginning and the end, and that I am with you, trying to come to you from time to time, but often it is not right to be with you when you need it, and that you will suffer enough. I’m sorry.

And the warm wind came, and it was not as clear as his words: “But I will be yours.” I’m sorry.

Is it all mine?

I turned to the window and said, “I have to go back to the scene.” I’m sorry.

Chino didn’t know anything. I’m sorry.

A conversation, that’s how it ends.

I got into the show and met the wrong guy again this month.

Before the film was finished, she had a hot match with the actor who played her opponent.

Chino occasionally comes to visit, comes quietly.

One time I was seen this month, and I was driven crazy to ask, “Did you have sex?” I’m sorry.

The word was too harsh, and We denied: “No.” I’m sorry.

“Oh, he came out of your room, and you guys covered in cotton and talked? I’m sorry.

“Do you believe he lives next door?” I’m sorry.

Although I’m telling the truth, I can’t believe what I’m saying this month, and I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it. I’m sorry.

I’m a little curious, “You and Chino met before?” I’m sorry.

And this month, when the Qinno and his cousin grew up in pairs, he was half my brother. I’m sorry.

When I heard it, I wrinkled, “Do you want to go back to the ensemble?” I’m sorry.

“Hey. “It’s not intentional, it’s helping. I’m sorry.

I went into my mind, and I asked her, “So you’ve been working undercover for years? I’m sorry.

Strangely enough, I met him very soon after Chino and I broke up, and we’re two different companies, but we can work together in five ways.

And I don’t have much enthusiasm for her. She’s so big, she’s always around me.

I didn’t think much before, and now it certainly isn’t a coincidence.

Turns out she’s an agent.

“Well, my baby called me. Bye. “This is the first time I’ve heard of this.

I was so depressed that I didn’t take care of her for a month.

25

It’s been a long winter.

I spent almost four months in the desert on Gobi Beach, and neither one of us was in good shape this month.

On the first night back in town, I didn’t have time to rest, and I was called to KTV by phone this month.

In the box, a young girl cried out of her liver this month, staring at her with her arms and hating steel, without comfort.

I’m here, and I’m crying even more this month. I’m sorry.

I’m not surprised at all, and I don’t think it’s fair to say that the company has never had a long relationship this month.

“That’s why you’re crying and screaming for me?” I’m sorry.

‘Ow, you have no heart, people have fallen in love, you do not comfort, you blame.’ I’m sorry.

Cut. “You’re not in love, you’re on a short date. I’m sorry.

I’ve been crying so hard this month.

When he cried, he vowed to turn his sorrow into wine, and he pulled me and the girl to fight and drink.

This month’s love is not a good thing, and I’m just lucky I’ve been down for over an hour and the little girl has become the biggest loser and has been drinking straight to the hiccups.

It was when she again lifted the glass and the door opened.

The little girl saw someone, and she went through it with an arrow and jumped into the arms of a man.

“A boat, they bullied me. “The little girl is carrying a man’s neck, and she’s poignant.

Unh-unh!

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

The boat held the little girl in its arms, and without a voice: “Be good, my husband supports you. I’m sorry.

I’m sick of it. What the fuck is this?

It was only this time of the month that I finally remembered to introduce myself: “This is what I told you earlier: Chino’s cousin, Chitin’s little girlfriend. I’m sorry.

The little girl blinked and smiled at me, shyly and sweetly, and the two little tiger teeth were very bright.

This month’s happiness added: “Chou Ting is Chino’s cousin, and Yuyuk knew it all along.” I’m sorry.

I feel like I’m in the middle of something.

Chi-Ting was also very nice and nice to say to me, “Hello, my sister-in-law, I just wanted to introduce myself, and I’ve been crying this month.” I’m sorry.

She rubbed her head, and said, “Do not shout, she says she is single.” I’m sorry.

“Lowship. * I’m so angry at my teeth * I’m sorry.

“What are you so excited about? You won’t get back together with Chino anyway. I’m sorry.

I was killed by a word from him, staring at him.

“Mr. Yu, stop pretending. “You just want to earn your brother-in-law’s money. I’m sorry.

“Don’t be ridiculous, the agreement does not contain the name Chino. I’m sorry.

I was just laughed at, and the dog should’ve gotten the information from Chirano, and quickly put a set on me.

That’s a plan. Nobody else.

“You’re a good businessman. I am deeply impressed.

“What happened? I’m sorry.

It’s a big deal to see this month, and he’s been very eager to explain to Chi Tin: “Your sister-in-law signed a three-year no-lover agreement, or else he’s going to lose money. I’m sorry.

26

“Ah?” Chitin is stupid.

“Beloved, don’t listen to them. I don’t want to earn your brother’s money, I don’t care about anyone, so that Joe doesn’t fall apart.” I’m sorry.

“Where are you lying? I’m sorry.

I told you, my brother will get back to my sister-in-law. I’m sorry.

“I’m now a sinner who stops them.” I’m sorry.

“Yes! Chi-Ting gripped his fist and said, “Come on, break the deal. I’m sorry.

I wonder if it’s a bad idea, but I signed the agreement.

It’s not necessary. I’m sorry.

“Sister-in-law, leave it alone. Chi Tin is very serious.

I looked at the tulips and shut up.

“Hey, baby, think about it, don’t you own all the money I make?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t need money, girl. I’m sorry.

“…”

Chi-Ting’s face is cold, “Do you love me or not?” I’m sorry.

And I don’t know why, it’s a matter of time before I hear it.

“Love, of course, and I’ll be able to break the deal.” I’m sorry.

“Really? I’m sorry.

“A kiss, your husband listens to you. I’m sorry.

Chi-Ting smiled and he kissed him on the neck.

” Ouch. “This month, the Queen, with his arm in his arms, calls for disgust.

I’ve done it many times.

Who is not envious of the love that is before the crowd?

Chio Tin and Sheng continued to fight and drink this month, and I sat on the couch with Yue canoes staring at me.

“Hey, Joe. You’re good. “The ludicrous canoes are elegantly folding their legs and laughter.

I turned a white eye at him with the most insolence, and I didn’t care about him.

Chi-Ting came by at the time, and she drank a lot of wine, a little red-faced, and a little eyeball.

“Sister-in-law, you have to believe me, my brother really loves you especially.” I’m sorry.

I’m having a serious laugh with her: “Why, did your brother send you as a lobbyist? I’m sorry.

“No way. Her head was shaky, “He doesn’t like to talk to anyone about you, but I know he’s had a hard time in the last few years. I’m sorry.

The people who were drunk seemed to be talking too much, and she was too anxious to speak, and I didn’t interrupt her.

“My brother’s been dead since he was a kid. I’m sorry.

“He played the race, his parents argued against it, and with you, they did not stop him, and he and his family went through it. I’m sorry.

I’m surprised, I’m not sure.

Remember what Chino said the other day about his time being poor.

But he never told me this, he never even showed any emotion.

“He worked so hard, he went to the competition, he wanted to make money, but he always said, “Don’t let you suffer with him.” I’m sorry.

And speaking of this, Chitin couldn’t help but lament that he had made his parents accept his profession and accepted you, but you were separated. I’m sorry.

Hide some of the secrets of the past few years I’ve never seen.

Chino proved his dream with his hard work and achievements and proved his love to his parents in five years.

This man is really stupid. He’s done everything, but he’s ignored me.

I don’t drink too much, though.

The three of us are already drunk, talking to each other, and the scale of the topic is growing.

She called her back.

All he can do is raise his waist and warn me and Qing this month: “You two take it easy and don’t break my baby.” I’m sorry.

“How can I speak?” The door was pushed and Chino brought in a chill.

The boat pushed the glasses on the nostrils: “Get your house out of here without seeing it.” I’m sorry.

I was dazzled and turned my head, and Chino happened to be down at the same time, only a few feet away, between the entanglements of breath and the heat of man’s heart.

“Do you know who I am?” I’m sorry.

I lit my head: “Fucker.” I’m sorry.

27

Chino’s lips are laughter, and then he starts stabbing, “Yes, I’m an asshole. I’m sorry.

He stretches his hand around my head and whispers, “Does he want to take you home now? I’m sorry.

Chino’s face was so close, I fainted, I remembered the day of my mother’s funeral.

The crowd was scattered, I cried to death, the orange sunset was covered, the world was empty and quiet, and only Chino was around me.

He held me in his arms, he had red eyes, he said nothing, but he gave me enough security.

And that moment, too warm, gave me the illusion that this man would always be with me.

There was only one word in my heart: “He will be his life.”

Who knows what happened?

My nose’s sore, “I miss my mom. I’m sorry.

This man took over my entire youth and, at the time of my most desperate, wiped my tears and took me step by step.

Even then, when I think of him, my heart will burn and my eyes will shine over and over again.

I miss him and I’m afraid to see him.

None of us who loved each other as young as we were, were perfect, loved with passion, and ended badly.

But it is only once in our lives that the city, unreserved love, will be possible and we will try to be better if we have the courage to hold on.

Chino understood me and immediately realized I remembered the past.

And he held my face and whispered, as in the past, “Jojo, I’m here.” I’m sorry.

I’m really drunk, I can’t stand up, I’m lying on Chino’s back.

In the early hours of the morning, there was no one on the long street, and the light on the side of the road fell softly, and the winter was cold, but there was no cause for warmth.

I didn’t want to get in the car and walk back behind my back.

I came not far from my home, and I walked, and Chino took off his scarf and surrounded me with his scarf, and he gave me a bad heart: “Stand tight, I will not fall.” I’m sorry.

I exhale, and I hum, “Every time I say no, it doesn’t end.” I’m sorry.

So, still hold him.

Long Street is silent, and our overlapping shadows slowly move forward.

Chino. I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

I looked down on his back and looked at the shadow of us falling on the ground: “During all these years, did you want to give up on me? I’m sorry.

For a long time after separation, I had to admit, I was also wrong about how I could put my whole life on him.

He’s tired too.

“None. The wind came from the alley, and his words were clear: “I have understood a reason since I was a child, and whatever I want, choice must be carefully chosen, chosen and loved for life. I’m sorry.

I was his firm choice.

“Oh, so you’re sure I won’t find anyone else?” I’m sorry.

This time, Chino didn’t answer immediately, and after a moment of silence, he whispered, “Remember the real-faith adventure of the year of graduation?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t remember. * I’m in love, I’m in tune. *

He laughed, “I’m sure you chose the truth the other day. I’m sorry.

And on the night when I said unto him: I love thee. I’m sorry.

He did not react, and I found myself in shame: “I chose the great adventure.” I’m sorry.

Turns out he knew that grand adventure was self-evident and true.

“So, I’ll be able to live in her heart when I’m with my girl. I’m sorry.

“You wish. I’m sorry.

After all those years of love, we all know each other too well, starting with a two-way journey, and the process is not perfect, but we are all trying to be better, and seeing each other again remains the firmest choice.

And I took away the child and whispered, “Let’s take another true adventure.” I’m sorry.

“How can I play?” I’m sorry.

“I lost. I’m sorry.

Chino’s making me speechless.

“Let’s get married. “The last time I went back, he mentioned it, I thought about it again and again.

There’s still that moth-to-fire impulse, him, only him.

And Chino stopped, and We leaned down in his ear, softly saying: I chose the truth. I’m sorry.

28

And when the winter melted, and the spring dazzled, We and Chino sought for a long time.

Someone took a picture of him coming home from behind my back that night, and it took several months to get out.

The press is moving, trying to spy.

Even in a serious personal interview, the moderator couldn’t help but wonder, “Mr. Joe, are you really in love with Mr. Chi? I’m sorry.

I raised my hand, no name, on the long fingers, and the silver and white ring was too low.

“No love, married. I’m sorry.

“It’s a surprise and Mr. Qi is too quick.” I’m sorry.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. I’m sorry.

At night, Chino was waiting outside the door, looking down at the phone.

The shadows of spring and night move, and men grow up in thin light, and loose sweaters reveal a corset of corsets, with a small amount of obscurity in the eyes and eyes, and with a little bit of lazy maturity.

The car stopped, he had his cell phone put away, and I got off with his hand and jumped on him.

He held his arms tight, but he didn’t forget, “It’s heavy.” I’m sorry.

“And I won’t eat tonight. *And I frowned upon him, and knew that the actress loved beauty and died *

“Wrong. “Seize more, I can hold it.” I’m sorry.

“Okay, forgive you. * I put my hands on him and my legs around his waist and I let him carry him inside. *

He saw my interview and went back, joking, saying, “You say that you think you can marry your daughter-in-law as long as you take a big risk with your heart.” I’m sorry.

“No one is as serious as you. I’m sorry.

The courtyard has passed and the gates are warm and light.

The night sank in his eyebrows, itching.

And his lips were turned around: “Let me teach you something worse.” I’m sorry.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.