In the night, I was taken away by famous flower-picking thieves. In the night, I was taken away by famous flower-picking thieves.
The capital is in the sky, and the gold is in the balance.
And then I took off my veil, and I fell down, and I was standing on my legs, and I drank a little wine.
“They are your people. I’m sorry.
“Damn, that’s ugly. I’m sorry.
One.
I’m an ugly woman.
You’re so ugly. I’ll go around the house.
But this is known only to a few outsiders, who refer to the Prime Minister’s daughter, who is the first-class beauty of the capital.
The nobles who came to mention their relatives broke the threshold, but once or twice there was a “discovery” to see the color change.
My dad was devastated.
I don’t want to accept someone who’s coming for a kiss.
The news is so tight that the capital has not been able to shed half of its share.
I thought after that, my father’s money was probably for the poachers.
He appreciates it.
Two.
Despite being a little more popular, they are much more handsome than the Prince.
A pair of peaches, a lot of wind.
It’s just that I’ve got a little obnoxious look in my eyes, and he’s back on his feet after he’s repeatedly confirmed he’s not taken the wrong person.
I’m in shock, “Father, what is this? I’m sorry.
The poachers don’t change their faces. I’m sorry.
3
Ridiculous!
And who is not a beautiful woman who will not return to her house till a day.
And the first beauty of the capital.
I’m pulling his sleeve, and I don’t want to ask, “Father, am I really this ugly?” I’m sorry.
The poaching thief took his sleeve off and left it on his side. I’m sorry.
4
He was determined to send me back to my house, without room for change.
When you’re done cleaning up, you’re standing on the edge and looking at me.
I don’t even want to touch it.
I’m a little depressed, paralyzing on my couch as a dead fish.
“Get up and go. I’m sorry.
I turned my face and kept pretending to die.
For a moment, the poachers were impatient.
I took a peek and happened to look at him and kill him.
It also appears that he has experienced major traumas in his career, with flowers and bouquets, which have gone through a lot of hard work.
Seeing I’m not moving, he starts sharpening the knife.
Humming, humming, sulking.
But soon I couldn’t laugh, and he appreciated the candlelight and looked at me.
It’s for me.
I’m scared, “Father! This is what to do! I’m sorry.
5
The timer is Junjie.
I fell down.
He took the knife.
I was reluctant to go back behind him, and he walked two steps away, like he was thinking of something and turned around.
“Put your veil on. I’m sorry.
“…”
I’m really angry!
Six.
I can see that the poachers have been very distasteful of me.
I didn’t even want to be with me, and I kept three feet away, and I caught up, and he threw away.
I’m in a hurry, and I’m flying a little.
It’s like it’s not gonna end, and I can’t walk with my sour ankle.
Stand still and look at the sky.
There’s no movement behind you. The poachers are very sharp. Turn around.
I look at his eyes, open my arms, and I can’t breathe, “Put me in my arms. I’m sorry.
The poacher’s foot is an incredible shrink.
“…”
Apparently, this made the poachers very resistant, but I couldn’t walk, and there was a boom, and there was a standoff.
I was trying to ask, “No, I’ll come back later? I’m sorry.
All night long, I got up, I hit a yawn.
But the poachers were not happy and were very well-meaning, and he decided to send me back to the house.
He said, “Your Highness, you should have something to protect yourself.” I’m sorry.
I got it for a second.
This guy wants me to send a signal and bring in the inside.
Great idea, but I didn’t.
He was so confused, “How come he didn’t?” I’m sorry.
I’m a little shy about being honest, “Dad never conceived of this, to kidnap someone in the court, husband, you’re the first. I’m sorry.
First of all, there are only a few people in the world who can break into the palace.
A further step would be for the thief to enter the house, to see me sleep, and to swallow his heart with tears.
It’s a coincidence I didn’t take off my veil when this guy came to kidnap.
What kind of coincidence is this?
Picking flowers with a hammer, it’s dark.
7
I looked up and looked at the sky again in the night, and I couldn’t stand by, and I opened my arms and said, “Father, the rain is coming. I’m sorry.
The poacher took a look at the stars, and obviously he didn’t believe it.
And he leaned on his arms to the tree, and the light went down, and he said, “Lough, and take a break. Today you must return to your home.” I’m sorry.
It is also remarkable that the famous poachers have done so.
And I’m probably the first to be forcibly returned by a flower-picking thief in history.
A moment later, without waiting, the ticking rain rings.
I was prepared to cover the leaves that had been folded in advance, and the leaves were wide enough to cover the rain.
I just folded it to him.
“There’ll be a storm. I’m sorry.
The flowers are full of confusion and confusion.
After a cup of tea, there was a heavy rain outside the temple.
The poachers were standing at the door, staring at the leaves that were pounding by rain outside the door, and were silent.
8
It’s beautiful. I can’t go back.
I snuck, I looked at the bandit’s side of the night, and I swallowed a little.
It’s not me, it’s the thief.
There’s no such thing as thieves.
The thieves felt my eyes, saw my eyes, and the lightning was thundering, and one face was full.
I leaned in his direction without saying a word. I’m sorry.
“Ray, fear.”
“Don’t be afraid.” I’m sorry.
“Father!” I’m sorry.
Shut up!
9
It’s raining and it’s light, and the poachers finally brought me back.
This time there was a change of residence, a house.
There’s a lot of thieves’ nests.
At the end of the hall, he pushed the door open, the straight way, “The sun comes back to you.” I’m sorry.
Is this what a flower thief should say?
I was shocked.
After the bandits let go, the people disappeared.
I wandered around the house, and the poachers of the rumours took beautiful women.
It’s very likely to be hidden in the house.
But I looked around, but I didn’t even see it, and I became suspicious.
Rumor has it that the poachers, five big, three big, one flesh, one beard.
I’ve taken a lot of beautiful women.
This one can’t say exactly the same. It’s totally irrelevant.
Are there two of them?
10
The house was clean and uninhabited.
The bandit character still seems to be cold.
There was a lantern at the end of the corridor and it was shaking with the wind.
The lantern is common, but the lantern is a white lantern.
It was close to discovering that the lantern was not white, but rather that it had faded after years of wind and rain.
I went into this lantern in detail and even saw the color of the cage itself.
This guy, hang an old lantern for what?
Eleven.
There was also a lantern in memory, but it was too long ago to be clear.
I took my eyes back, and I was going to go straight back to the house, and suddenly there was a footsteps.
And I was blind, and I lay down behind the false mountain.
When the poachers walked in through the door, they closed the door at a fast pace, which made it seem like there was something behind them that made him uncomfortable.
Well, yes.
The door was pushed twice, without being pushed, and for the next second, it appeared from the wall.
He’s in black, he’s flying, he’s standing on a wall, he’s walking, “Afun, why are you avoiding me? I’m sorry.
Foon?
The name of the thief?
“Seize from you?” The thief said, “This is my house. I’m sorry.
“Students. I’m sorry.
The man’s head was shaking and his toes jumped off the wall.
Looks like a good relationship with the bandits.
I was careful lying behind a fake mountain and wondering.
I didn’t hear any good brothers from the poachers.
The man looks very different from the poacher, and looks young and handsome.
He whispered, “Do you hear that the princess has been taken away. I’m sorry.
“It’s admirable to be able to take people away from the government’s defense. I’m sorry.
He said, “Looking at the flowers that were blooming in the corner, a little surprised, walking by, looking at them, and going on, “and I hear, it’s taken away and it’s a rumored poacher. I’m sorry.
Huh?
I grabbed the mountain, held my breath, felt something wrong.
Is that how you exaggerate?
Don’t they know each other?
A little side of the side, and I saw the thief with a light face and a short knife in his hand.
After the man broke a flower with his hand, he didn’t wait to smell it at the nostrils, and the thief hit him with a knife.
He looked back, lost consciousness and was busy putting flowers back on the twig.
The flowers that are removed can’t be picked up. They can’t be picked up.
But he didn’t think, even with satisfaction, that he had filmed the petals and went on, “But there’s also a rumor that the flower picker, in the last few days…”
He said that he had come here and had no meaningful glimpses of the robbers, “It’s been cut off. I’m sorry.
Killed?
The poacher got killed?
Then who took me?
I’ve lost sight of it, and I’ve heard worse news.
“Did you make it?
The bandit’s finger stopped for a second and noded his head at random. I’m sorry.
He cut off the real flower thief.
And now I really can’t stand it, a choke, exposure.
The two turned their heads, six against each other, and the atmosphere was strange and quiet for a second.
I saw Fook’s eyebrow shiver for a moment.
“You’re hiding people! I’m sorry.
The man came round, and a half of it went round and round and round, and said, “This is a very light and thin, and this bell is falling, neither rich nor expensive. I’m sorry.
He turned his head towards the thief, “Where did you come from? I’m sorry.
The thieves ignored him.
The man was very sharp, he slapped his hand, he laughed.
He reached out and said to me, “Look for the wind. I’m sorry.
“Miss Lion, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m sorry.
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It’s too much news to digest, and I’m stuck and I’m invisible and I think it’s very familiar.
But I can’t remember anything.
I’m thinking about it, but I’m being pulled over.
He put me behind my back and blocked my arm in search of the wind.
The search for the wind and then the hand will undoubtedly be a hit.
I don’t like to score points, shake my body and say, “Amu, don’t do it. I’m sorry.
The wind was scolded.
Quietly around, I stare at the shadow of the eye and think for a long time, and a blurry impression comes up.
Foon, look for the wind.
I’ve come to my senses, I’ve been shocked, I’ve been unbelievably impressed.
The tremors opened, “… the flowers?” I’m sorry.
These names have been mentioned by Dad more than once.
This guy’s not a flower picker, he’s famous and has more headaches than a thief.
Killer flower.
It’s just a little bit of an accident to take back the knife, but it’s just a moment away.
He picks up his brows. “It’s only now, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
I stared at his handsome face and swallowed a little bit of saliva, “No…” More like it. I’m sorry.
“…”
“We must return tonight.” I’m sorry.
I’m shocked, “Father! I’m sorry.
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“Ha-ha-ha-ha. I’m sorry.
I was scared when the wall was laughing and I was standing up in search of the wind.
He’s looking up, he’s standing up against the wall, clapping his hands, “Yah, Foon, good news. I’m sorry.
Look at the flowers. They’re already touching the knife.
This guy’s got a bad temper, and he’s cut off when he doesn’t agree.
“I’ll tell the boss.” I’m sorry.
He’s got his voice on his back, “Let’s celebrate.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t say anything, threw a few knives and tried to stop him.
It may not be as good as it is, but it’s one of the best.
“Wonderful, wait for my good news! I’m sorry.
The flowers sank with their eyes open and he breathed and saw my eyes become dangerous.
I shrunk my neck, that look, that smell of killing.
Nor is there a lack of natural enemies in the fratricidal wind.
The boss in the search for the wind seems very repressive.
He looked at me half loud, slow down, “Go home now. I’m sorry.
“Are you okay?”
14
I don’t think so. I’m just sneaking around.
It’s midday, the sun is hot.
“What, there’s a storm?” I’m sorry.
Heavy rain… and not bad.
But not so good.
Wait!
I was rushing to open the door, making sure the flowers didn’t keep up, and I pulled out a little tweak and looked at a page.
There are certainly some words of restraint, but on the last page there is a line of ugly little words.
“If it’s a man’s heart, it’s a man’s heart. I’m sorry.
I’m touching this little line, and it’s starting to feel like it.
A short storm waiting for the wind to come back.
15
The rain came, it fell on the ground, and it snapped.
I turned around and looked left and right, but I couldn’t see the flowers.
The flowers were staring at the storm, and they were finally holding up and biting.
“Did you find this storm strange? I’m sorry.
“…is okay. I said, “The summer rains are so erratic that they understand.” I’m sorry.
“Really?”
The flowers hold their fingers not far away, the peace track. I’m sorry.
I’m looking at it. It’s a shock.
Heavy rain was pouring in the compound, and the air was extremely dry outside the compound.
The flowers keep their eyes on people. I’m sorry.
“…”
It’s been a while since the rain’s gone.
I’m even less afraid to see flowers.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you last night, who are you?” I’m sorry.
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I have no identity.
It’s the mother who’s in charge of the rain.
But I spent my days in the capital, with little control over the rain, and occasionally with such a leak.
If your mother sees you going after her all night.
Mother’s been away for a long time.
And when she was a child, she told me that she had pursued his father with it.
But she’s smart. Unlike me, she gets caught.
It’s a very rigid atmosphere, and I’m half-wired and staggered. I’m sorry.
Flowers:
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The rain was reduced, the rain slowed for a moment, the weather was clear and the wind came.
He’s always going over the wall, to the pointer, to the ground.
And the next second, it screamed, “Why so much water? I’m sorry.
I’m too far apart.
Along with the wind, there was a man, warm in white, bending his eyes and laughing at the flowers.
“Fun, good work. I’m sorry.
“What good?” I’m sorry.
He smiled, “Go back and you’ll know.” I’m sorry.
The figment tells me that this may not be good news.
For me, maybe.
18
On the way, I got news.
The Prime Minister’s release of the gold has doubled.
But not the money, but the reward.
The news of the death of the poacher has spread, and the wind has suddenly turned into a well-known killer who saved me from the thief.
The flowers became my salvation.
It’s Dad who’s the only one who can do this.
There’s no place to break an iron shoe.
I felt my chin, I swiped my eyes, and it was dark enough to drip.
“Defamation, it’s slander.” I’m sorry.
I think I broke into some killer group.
And the flowers are hairy as the eyes of the eyes of the people. “I dared, and I took them, and I took them.” I’m sorry.
“Okay. An old man came out of the crowd, perhaps with great authority within the organization, and when he opened his mouth, the house was quiet.
The old man took a picture of the flower’s shoulder, and he was so relieved, “Was it good to be humble? I’m sorry.
I can’t believe it. “I did. I’m sorry.
The old man didn’t take his word for it, and he said, “Listen to the boy who’s looking for the wind, you’re in an ordinary relationship with the Emperor’s daughter. I’m sorry.
He went on to say, “No wonder he helped, but Foon should have thought about it. I’m sorry.
The old man slowly turned his eyes on me, noded his eyes, satisfied, and said, “Miss Fong is a great man. I’m sorry.
I was flattered, I couldn’t wait to open my mouth, and I was interrupted by the air.
He’s like an eyebrow, he’s like, “Fun, Miss Dowry is here! I’m sorry.
The flowers turn around, “?
It’s not too fast for my foot to be so fast.
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People went out to grab the reward.
Peace in the house, and the flowers remain in the shadows, doubting life.
The only thing that wasn’t lured away by the bounty was the white shirt that was with the wind.
He went up, and he took a nice pampered shoulder.
“Don’t you get it? I’m sorry.
“The organization is in great need of this reward right now. I’m sorry.
“…”silently silent, with two touches on the knife, “who proposed it. I’m sorry.
White light, “Boss.” I’m sorry.
“…”
The flowers turn around and walk away, white and light. I’m sorry.
“But he asked me to tell you something. I’m sorry.
And the bouquets of the bouquets, and they didn’t wait to open their mouths, and suddenly the white ones pushed me to the side of the bouquet.
He smiles softly.
“Miss Lew, please take care of it. I’m sorry.
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When the flowers came to me, and the flowers were poignant, he heard rumors about the first beauty of the royal daughter.
This has given rise to intense curiosity about the beauty of the beautiful woman, who travels night after night to see the beauty of the beauty.
This curiosity, it just fell inside.
They’ve taken them out, they can’t send them away, they’re in their hands.
Flower atrophy.
He’s got a short knife on his finger. “It’s not the dowry, is it? I’m sorry.
And I look with my head, and from the black eyes of the flowers, I can capture a blemish.
He probably expected me to say “just a reward.”
But dead friends don’t die poor.
I sincerely propose, “Father, wept from it.” I’m sorry.
Flowers:
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The organization received a reward and was happy to keep me.
It’s even a few points safer than the royal palace.
Dad was reassured to send a letter of condolences.
It’s a big deal to look for the wind and start looking for a fortune teller.
He was chased all night.
He sat on the steps, and he groaned.
I sat next to him with the purified fruit. I’m sorry.
The flowers left their eyes on the fruit of my hand, touched their fingers between their waists, touched a knife, so they were right on my round fruit.
The fruit splits in two at once.
I was scared.
And the flowers rub me in the face, and slow down, and say, “You fruit, you have no patience.” I’m sorry.
Which fruit carries the knife.
I’m holding the fruit, and I’m sad, “No, I’m fine. I’m sorry.
“Wait. I’m sorry.
I just got up and I was pulled over with a bouquet of flowers, and his finger was on a knife and his voice was soft.
“Leaves, let’s talk about something.” I’m sorry.
I suspect him.
“It’s my fault that I brought you out of the house, but I was looking at you, and I helped you clean up this mess,” and he said, “Are you even?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t you come with me again. I’ll get you back to your home safe.”
He seemed to be afraid I wouldn’t agree, saying, “I can help you kill someone, anyone can. I’m sorry.
I said, “Can the Emperor do it? I’m sorry.
The flowers bite, “What do you think? I’m sorry.
I shook my head, and I said, “Mother said, thank you. I’m sorry.
“…”and breathed deep, “and didn’t give you revenge! I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
What are you talking about?
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And when the flowers did not accept my reward, I was depressed and looked up at the stars, and I was interrupted by the sound of joy.
And he said, “Mrs. Lwin, I’ve got a good day for you. I’m sorry.
“How about next month? I’m sorry.
I looked around, and the wind grabbed a red paper and waved at me.
“Are you afraid of being beaten?”
I don’t think so. “I’m running fast. How’s the good day? I’m sorry.
“Good. I was satisfied, and I photographed him on his shoulder, “On the day of the big wedding, I will reward you.” I’m sorry.
It’s the right thing to do. I’m sorry.
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And We made this beautiful day to look at the flowers, and the hands of the flowers were shaking, and the knives were flying towards the wind of the melon.
The search for the wind is screaming out.
The flowers stare at the red paper on my hand, and they’re on the middle of it. I’m sorry.
May I?
“Do you think it’s okay?” I’m sorry.
“I think it’s all right. I’m sorry.
“The boss is back?” I’m sorry.
“I’ve been in touch with the boss’s letter. I’m sorry.
“Why didn’t the boss return my letter?” I’m sorry.
“Returned. “The wind escapes from the arms and leaves a letter to the flowers.”
The flowers opened their eyes and said, “Enough, prepared, married?” The boss said that?”
I said, “I’m saying, “I’m looking for the wind and I’m touching the chin,” but I think that’s what the boss would mean. I’m sorry.
“…”
The flowers look for the wind and don’t touch the waist.
This familiar move, I take a step back.
The next flowered knife flew out.
“You don’t have a heart! I’m sorry.
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The flower knocks on the door at night, and he leans on the door. I’m sorry.
I slept in my eyes and my head went up a little bit.
“Do you have any idea who you’re marrying? I’m sorry.
I don’t know, “Flower.” I’m sorry.
“Your Highness will marry your daughter to my killer?” What are you doing? I’m sorry.
And I made him sound, as he was, “Face.” I’m sorry.
“…”
“You’re beautiful. I’m sorry.
“…”
25
I’m mad at the florist.
He said he was playing on the bull.
I was dazed and closed and fell asleep until morning.
I was angry when I found the flowers.
I thought about what I said last night and didn’t think anything was wrong.
After listening to me, I felt my chin. I’m sorry.
“Face, this face of Foon is on the count of two.” I’m sorry.
When the wind comes to this, the eyes look at me.
“You’ve been with me for so long. I’m sorry.
When I thought about the flower response, I tied the veil.
“It may not be convenient. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know what I’m looking for, but it’s probably a mission. I’m sorry.
“You can wait. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
“The old man said, “Feeling slowly. I’m sorry.
I’m just saying, “Your boss is so nice to see you sometime. I’m sorry.
“No problem. Just be careful not to get killed. I’m sorry.
♪ I’m sorry ♪
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I sat on the steps, holding a plate of grapes and waiting for flowers.
A bowl of luscious luscious fruit, and the seeds threw up and didn’t wait for the flowers.
I was stuck with my chin and the chick pecked rice a few times and finally fell on the ground.
And I was awake, and the moment I landed, and suddenly my collar was tight, and I was dragged to death.
When I looked up, I hit that aberrant face, and he looked at him, and he had a whirlwind, and he looked at me, and he looked at me, and he looked at me, and he looked at me, and he looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and he looked at me, and I looked at me, and he looked at me, and he looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and I looked at me, and I said, “The pear flower, and I said, I’m sorry.
I rubbed my eyes, “Father, why did you come back?” I’m sorry.
Let go of the flowers, squeak, “Who told you to wait. I’m sorry.
“I am. I’ll follow with a plate. I’ll wait. I’m sorry.
Just approaching the flower, and suddenly a sweet twitch came, and I frowned, “What’s the smell? I’m sorry.
He’s interested in me, “What do you think it’s gonna taste like?” I’m sorry.
Killer…
What else can we do besides kill?
I’ve got a chill in my back, always ignoring the fact that he’s a killer.
This guy kills without blinking.
What do the flowers look like? I’m sorry.
He bites the husband very clearly.
I was like, “Do you kill a lot? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. “At times, it’s just a matter of time.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t watch him. “Is that dangerous? I’m sorry.
Look at me, “What, you scared? I’m sorry.
“Fear.” I’m sorry.
“I fear I will be widowed. I’m sorry.
“…”
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The flowers are angry again.
He told me not to talk.
The mother said that when she met a man, she had the guts to pursue it, but not so hard.
I’m looking for the wind because I don’t see the flowers.
He said, “Well, I’ll show you where to go. I’m sorry.
I’m having fun, “Go. I’m sorry.
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The wind took me to the flowers.
But I didn’t expect it to be the flowers that were killing.
Unlike the bouquet of a daily knife, the bouquet carries a sword with its hand, and the sword is fierce, and the blade runs through several enemies.
And it’s light wind.
The wind led me to hide and watched him blink and dispose of a group of people.
With the moonlight, there were several bodies lying around.
The flowers were in the middle, the slow strips covered the blood, and the expression was impatient.
“How’s it going?” I’m sorry.
“This guy, it’s really… I’m sorry.
I’m shaking my legs, I’m barely standing, I’m shivering, I’m afraid. I’m sorry.
“What are you afraid of?”
In the words of the wind, the general state of affairs has become increasingly alarming.
I followed his eyes, and I saw the flowers behind me without knowing when.
He’s still alive, he’s looking cold, he’s staring at people.
My legs are so soft, I can’t stand them. I’m going down.
Hold on to me.
His palms were warm, passed through his clothes into his skin, and I was an inspiration.
“You’re scared! I’m sorry.
“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
As a matter of fact, “Mrs. Falls wants to see you, I’ve brought it. I’m sorry.
Smiling, “Do you have any brains, you take her to kill? I’m sorry.
It’s like, “Oh, shit. I’m sorry.
My eyes closed and I fainted.
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Wake up again, full of people, looking at me.
I woke up, I was relieved.
I’m a little embarrassed to hear a word from everyone saying, “Mrs. Falls is fine.”
This isn’t the cold-blooded killer I imagined.
The killers laughed, and said, “The boss told you you can’t make a difference. I’m sorry.
I see.
I cried, “Our boss is so gentle. I’m sorry.
Whether or not it’s an illusion that the smile on the faces of the people has become stiff, and the chills have left.
And I leaned on the couch, and I abated my breath, and left behind the shadow of a man who had not left.
The flowers leaned on the door, staring at me for a moment, laughing, “Leave the pears, you’re the first to say the boss was gentle.” I’m sorry.
Huh?
I scratched my head for some reason.
“The boss is the most weak man in his life,” he says, “I’m the least pleased with this. I’m sorry.
I’m:
What a fierce boss.
The flowers slowly walked into the house, pouring me a cup of cold tea, “Mrs. Lwin should understand now that we’re not on the same level. I’m sorry.
I was so dry, I took a cup of tea, I felt something.
The veil!
Where’s my veil?
I’ve spilled all my scary tea, and though I don’t care about the face, it’s still scary to see a crowd.
The laughter, of course, was cold.
He looked at me, “Why are you acting like this? I’m sorry.
I thought, “Everyone… don’t throw up.” I’m sorry.
The room was weird and quiet for seconds, and it was like, “No one dared. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Isn’t that what it means? I don’t know.
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When he was looking for the wind, he was squeamish when he left.
I stood there and looked at him, blue and confused, and said, “The face of the wind…”
“…get away from me. “Don’t come any closer. I’m sorry.
I was careful to ask, “Did the husband beat you?” I’m sorry.
“The mad dog bites.” I’m sorry.
“He says I don’t have the brains to show you how to kill. I’m sorry.
It’s not over yet. I’m trying to find out, “What else? I’m sorry.
Look at the wind and look at me.
“I’m just saying that Miss Lumpy was born and was chased down the street. I’m sorry.
“Stand down…”
Never thought this would come to describe what it looks like.
When I looked at the wind, I remembered the words of the flowers.
“No one dares. I’m sorry.
So that’s what it means.
I turned around looking for flowers, and a brain went over, and I cried.
The flowers are in my head. Don’t come near me. Don’t go crazy. I’m sorry.
“Father, I am grateful to you for your loss, but only…”
The flower was interrupted in time, “…not needed. I’m sorry.
“Just for a few reasons. I’m sorry.
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It was thought that after the event, there would be a step closer to the flavour.
But apparently not.
The flowers think right and ring my window again late at night.
I was so sleepy, I just turned around, and I got torn up.
He kept his voice down, “Leaves, go home.” I’m sorry.
I’m lost, I’m sober with a handsome face.
“You… you’ve got all the money. I’m sorry.
“I’m a killer, what kind of morality? I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
You’re lying.
32
The flower is a life-threatening variable, and it’s gone.
I’m down, I’m down, I’m down, I’m down, I’m down, I’m down, I’m down, I’m down, I’m down, I’m down, I’m down,
I’m not going to stop, I’m going to go back, I’m going to die. I’m sorry.
“I’m gonna throw up.
“…”
For a moment, the air was condensed.
Flowed and flatted for seconds.
I’m afraid to look, and I’m rubbing my mouth and stammering and saying, “It’s going to puke. I’m sorry.
And the flowers were staring at me, and the eyes were heavy, and the last thing I could do was put up with it.
He tried to pull out a smile and said, “Let me ask you, Your Highness, how many children are in the house. I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
What does that mean?
I watched him touch the sign of the knife, and slowly retreated, “Calm down and fall down on each other, I alone.” I’m sorry.
“Kill it, it’s gone. I’m sorry.
The short knife comes out, the flower lips laugh in the cold, “That’s the only way to apologize.” I’m sorry.
The sound of the voice came down, and the knife cut through the night sky, and he came straight to me.
My eyes are wide open and my heart is full of horrors.
I’m ready to die.
It’s over.
I tried to hide, but my legs didn’t listen, and I looked straight at the knife.
I held my breath and even prepared to be stabbed.
However, in the closeness of the moment, the knife passed by on its shoulder, and an ignominious wind was carried behind it.
The next second, a moment of silence.
In the middle of the night, it became particularly visible.
There are people around, I’m stiff and I can’t move.
“and stand still. The flowers grab my wrist, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.
The right hand was thrown again, and Zheng short-stabbings were shot.
The smell of blood spreads out in the forest, and I’m being driven away and I’m late.
However, the pursuit of those behind them has not been prevented, and closer and closer.
“I don’t want to run for my life.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m sorry.
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I think I’m running slow, trying to carry it, and suddenly I look like I remember something, and the hand out there stops.
I’m surprised he’s stuck in half a hand.
The flowers finally lift my hand and hold me in my arms, with a softer toe, and leap out of class.
I’m standing in my arms and I’m not moving.
“Don’t spit on my face. I’m sorry.
“…no more. I’m sorry.
34
I thought the killer was worth the force, but it was also a very good trick.
A very long distance, and the flowers steady me in a pit.
Yes, in the pit.
He simply said, “Wait a minute. I’m sorry.
And then I saw this killer, and he flew out and pulled out the sword.
Under the moonlight, the sword was slashed with cold light, and a circle was rounded in the hand, with a clear voice and a unique indignity.
“Everyone, together?”
35
The sound of the sword and sword slams in the pit, and the flowers are full of joy, and I’m wailing in the pit.
It is true that there are no killers at the bottom of the pit, but the sound of a “shouting” in a fight is coming closer.
And in the dark, I’m cold, and I’m fine, and I’m fine, and I feel it coming.
“To die. I’m sorry.
And We receded, and the shadow came forth, and rose out of the shadows, and a little red letter came forth in the moonlight.
I’m all jumping up.
Help!
36
Thunder rolls, rain pours down.
There was no fighting around, and only rain fell on the ground.
Half loud, the flowers came out of the top of the top of the head and felling chicken, and the shadow came over.
“Leaves, can you tell me before the next rain? I’m sorry.
“There are snakes. I’m sorry.
“What snake?”
“Where?”
I hid behind the flowers, and I opened my eyes, and I listened silently, but I couldn’t hear hiss.
The rain is getting smaller.
The flowers stare half in the dark, and with their swords they stir up an open snake and turn to me.
And We looked in the direction of the sword, and only saw where the snake was, and it had been a blur of blood, with hail of the size of a few fists.
The bouquet throws the snake, slows down, “Afraid, is that the snake brother? I’m sorry.
“…”
I’m staring.
Before I left, I touched a clean piece of hail in the corner.
The flowers are complicated.
“I’ve never had hail. I’ll leave a message. I’m sorry.
“…”
37
And I went out of the pit, and I just stepped forward, and suddenly I stepped on something soft, and I didn’t look down, and the bouquet suddenly covered my eyes.
No, he just said, “Are you sure? I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
And then I knew what was going on at the bottom of my foot, and my hands were shaking.
Scoffing, “That’s a good idea. I’m sorry.
“I have the guts! “I’m not going to beat my hands off, and I’m going to see my death next.
Rain is mixed with blood, and it accumulates on the ground, with a broken arm of blood under its feet.
Flowers with arms and cool eyes on me.
I looked up, and one mouth, “Uh…”
This vomit, I’m even more creepy.
The bites sound in his ear, “Down, pear, flowers!” I’m sorry.
“I’ve lost my head…”
“Don’t play dead! I’m sorry.
38
The flowers are angry again.
No one will be seen for days.
I sat on the stairs and sighs, and I remembered the killer of that night, and I asked the wind, “Do you have any enemies for him?” I’m sorry.
“Afun, too many enemies. I’m sorry.
“…”
“As a young man, too many people want to kill him, it will not succeed. I’m sorry.
39
In the night, I sat on the steps and looked away and wondered how hail could be raised again.
Mother taught me when I was a kid, but I never succeeded.
Hails are offensive, unlike rain, and if they can be manipulated at will, they will no longer be a flowery towing bottle.
But I tried a few times without success, and when I fell down on the ground, and my heart was cold, a shadow fell upon my head.
I looked down at him, I looked up at him, and he wondered, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
I’m so sad, “Father, I can’t make hail. I’m sorry.
The flowers are calm, “Isn’t that normal? I’m sorry.
“Ooh. “I rub my tears on my head, and I put my hands on my head, and you come back. I’m sorry.
I’m groaning.
The flowers are so annoying, “What can I do without them?” I’m sorry.
“But. I look up, I cry and I say, “Look for the wind, you have a lot of enemies, and I want to kill them. I’m sorry.
And the bouquet went off, “That’s what you’re doing? I’m sorry.
I’m busy noding.
It took a moment to say, “You’d better take care of yourself. I’m sorry.
I shake my head, “You have to protect me, I don’t want to keep it…”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m sorry.
I’m just stopping.
The flowers sit on the floor, the rare one doesn’t just leave me to go back to the house, just seems troubled.
“What’s on your mind? I’m sorry.
The flowers were vague, “somethin’. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
And the flower looked at me, and it floated, and it said, “It may be the wedding, but it is not pleasant.” I’m sorry.
“Why?”
Flowers, “I’m still the bell with the first beauty in the capital or something. I’m sorry.
40
I can’t sleep.
I’m looking for a mother.
She hasn’t been home for a long time. According to her father, she’s a “negative man.” I’m sorry.
I told you my father would not be responsible.
It’s not just a lack of enthusiasm, it’s even a lack of attention.
Dad’s tired.
But she was afraid to go against her mother’s path, who for some time was not in the house, but in the middle of it.
Late at night, I took out paper and pen and wrote to my mother.
“Mom, you’ve been well lately. I’m sorry.
“Pears have been very happy with a killer, who’s born beautifully, which makes me very happy, but he thinks I’m ugly. I’m sorry.
“The daughter is sad. I’m sorry.
Mail it out, I’m sleeping backwards.
But I didn’t know how much damage the letter caused to the flowers.
41
The flowers have not been seen for days, and when the wind comes, they have a bad smile on their faces.
Just tell me his emotions are tied to the flowers.
Indeed, he was proud to say, “Do you know what Foon is doing these days?” I’m sorry.
I looked, “What for? I’m sorry.
Searching for wind, “I’m busy running for my life. I’m sorry.
Run for your life? I get nervous, “Did my enemies find me?” I’m sorry.
“Of course not. “This guy has been hunted for three days and three nights. I’m sorry.
Three days, three nights, three days, three nights, three days, three days?
By whom?
“by the boss. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know how to get in trouble with the boss, who beat him up all night.” I’m sorry.
Night and night.
I’ve been thinking, somehow, about something.
42
According to the wind, the boss lives in the last of a quiet yard.
At night, I sneak in and try to find out.
The door was pushed and the house was made clean, but it was empty.
I went to the desk in the dark, to the window in a book, to the moonlight, to turn a page.
All sorts of words full of ugly words leap into the eye and make it hard to breathe.
How could someone write such ugly words?
Of course there is.
It’s Mom.
A feeling of intimacy came up, and I swung with a book.
“Mom, it was you. I’m sorry.
Dad didn’t tell me Mom would be the head of the killer group.
I fell on my bed and waited for my mother to come back.
It’s all a comforting smell, and it’s asleep.
And when I woke up again, I had my eyes rubbed and my mother slapped me, “Pear flower, it’s been a long time. I’m sorry.
I cried and woke up, “Ammy, why are you in charge here? I’m sorry.
“It’s a long story,” she slaps me in the head, “How do you recognize pear flowers?” I’m sorry.
I’m flipping the book.
Qiang came by and lost one, and said, “It’s a few years ago, and it’s a long way to go. I’m sorry.
I’m watching her.
Your eyes shine, “Don’t tell your father. I’m sorry.
“… oh”
43
I didn’t see her for a long time. I thought it would be a good night.
But I didn’t say a word. I was ripped out.
Grandma smiled, “Listen, you want hail. I’m sorry.
It’s a familiar feeling of ignorance, and I’m so depressed, I’m so confused, I’m like, “Ah! I’m sorry.
“Pear flower, mother taught you some fun.” I’m sorry.
“… it’s so strange that your eyes can’t open. I’m sorry.
I’ve been talking to Ming these days, and I’ve got a taste for my heart… I’m sorry.
Ah, whatever.
How do you like it?
I’m in the mood. “Mom, what are you studying? I’m sorry.
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In the middle of the night in the woods, it was me who screamed like a pig.
You’re standing around, yelling, “Don’t run away, Pear. I’m sorry.
The hail came upon my head, and my nose was swollen and my face was swollen, “No escape is going to be stung.” I’m sorry.
“Try to summon it out. I’m sorry.
Mother was wondering, “How did that day come? Think about it, focus. I’m sorry.
How can this be concentrated?
I ran wildly around the woods.
Mother’s handing her chin to study half the sound of it. I’m sorry.
My back’s cool.
“Pear flower, mother’s coming!”
A feeling of uncertainty came late, and I looked back, and the mother laughed and waved.
I looked up at my head, and I saw the big hail, and I looked up, and I was like, “Mom, I’m gonna die! I’m sorry.
45
The bruised nose and bruised face of one night finally calls hail like a thumb at dawn.
She’s silent, and she’s on the ground staring at the hail, and her heart is as dead as ashes.” I’m sorry.
I cried, “Do what you can. I’m sorry.
“Only pear flowers, ” Mother patted me in the head, “Looks like she’s making the right decision, but she needs someone to protect you. I’m sorry.
What? Who?
I didn’t ask until I said so. My mother turned her hands and left.
This disappointment is in my heart.
I lifted my sleeve.
It’s just a hail.
I’m a pear flower!
46
Sitting there half-scrambling, reminiscent of the night.
Night, killer, snake brother.
Night failure, killer no, snake brother.
I touched my chin, and I realized.
Could be the key to the snake brother.
I got up and I walked into the woods, and the night was dark, and I couldn’t remember where I was, and I was humming all the way.
At last, a deep pit was found in midday and the inside brother was still tanned by sun.
I was prepared to jump down the pit, and I went through it. I thought I could touch the snake brother’s nest, but I found a circle, and there was nothing else.
It was a sad sigh, and when I was preparing to go out, I suddenly found something wrong.
This pit, it seems, is very high!
Not as if, very high, slender pit wall, no leverage.
I don’t know how to fly.
I hit the head.
It’s over.
47
And We were trapped in the pit, and We cried out to the heavens and the earth, and We were sitting in it, groaning.
It’s been a whole day.
How did that happen?
The dawn came, the darkness began, and I tried again, and I lost.
And when he was depressed, suddenly he laughed from above.
“Leave pears! I’m sorry.
This sound…
I weep with joy and look away.
The flowers stand above me and look at me.
I got up and waved, “Father, I’m here!”
And instead of pulling me out in a hurry, it was kind of weird looking at me for a while. I’m sorry.
I was asked for a moment.
“The boss received a letter a few days ago. I’m sorry.
I scratched my head, a little familiar.
“I was chased for three days and three nights because of this letter. “This letter is from you. I’m sorry.
“…”
The flowers are staring at me.
I kept scratching my head, honestly saying, “This is my mother. I’m sorry.
The flowers look black.
“I’m sorry, I just knew that Mom was in charge here. I’m sorry.
“…”
48
I’ve been dragged by my mother to protect me, but apparently he’s not very happy.
When I was taken from the pit, I was kept silent.
Keep an eye on my back.
And then he asked, “What are you doing in the pit?” I’m sorry.
Hail. I said, “Remember what it felt like the other day.” I’m sorry.
“Oh. “The laughter of the lips suddenly becomes strange, and he struts over my shoulder and whispers in his ear, “Look for excitement? I’ll show you.” I’m sorry.
He obviously doesn’t have a good idea. I’m a little away. “How? I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. I got in trouble.
Yes.
In the middle of the night, the florist took me to the nest of the bandits, and we fled in front, and they followed.
I’ve been running all the time and I’ve been trying to stop.
“Leaves.” I’m sorry.
The flower suddenly stopped, and he looked at the bandits who held their sword behind him and thought, “Will I stop you from playing?” I’m sorry.
I was scared, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
And the flower sprung into the night, and he whispered, “The morning comes for you.” I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
The flowers are gone.
This terrible thing was determined after I cried out and didn’t see anyone.
49
To be honest, it’s reassuring to have flowers on the side.
I’m like a headless fly without a flower, and it’s obvious that the bandits behind me, with their swords in their backs, have found it, and it’s getting stronger.
On several occasions, they were almost buried under a knife.
I screamed, and the rain fell when fear reached its peak.
This rain does not pose a threat to the mountain robbers, who spend their lives in the mountains.
I almost slipped in the mountains.
This isn’t gonna be fun.
I was scared, but the more I was afraid of what was coming, the more crucially I slipped down the slope.
The bandits are happy, cut with a knife.
At this critical moment, the feeling of familiarity comes up.
I held on to the hard-won feeling that my hands would be thrown and my surroundings quieted.
The next second, a scream.
“Where’s the hail? I’m sorry.
Did it work?
I opened my eyes, my lips were not up, and I fell at an extreme speed.
Hail is a call, but it’s no different than that night.
The thumb size fell on the bandits.
And the bandits came at a moment of desolation, and drew forth their swords.
As the knife fell, a few slashed.
So We closed our eyes and heard only a few groaning, and then fell down.
The flowers stood not far away, wearing a knife, and the means settled several people before turning around, slowing down the path, “and barely calling.” I’m sorry.
“Go. I’m sorry.
“Go on. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
50
In a short one-night period, three mountain robbers were caught in the crossfire.
I’m like a dead fish and I can’t move.
And the flowers sat down, and he blew the cool wind, and he put the hail in the hand, and he laughed, “The boss said he couldn’t get it out. I’m sorry.
I bit my teeth, “Do you know that? I’m sorry.
Quiet and quiet, and the sun rose.
The flowers rise and shoot me, “Let’s go. I’m sorry.
“Where to? I’m sorry.
“Get some rest. “What, you want to practice?” I’m sorry.
I’m afraid to shake my head and stretch out my hand.
“Father, can you carry me?”
“No way. I’m sorry.
I can’t really move, I’m just lying on the floor.
Two steps, no one, and then back. I’m sorry.
“I’ll practice with you one night and I’ll have my back? I’m sorry.
I’m going to stand still.
But I forgot who the florist was, the first to cheat.
And We lay down, and he lay down along with him, with herbs in his mouth; and lo! there fell asleep. I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
A little while later, the sound of a flat breath.
The flowers are asleep.
I stomped at him and turned my back on him.
Left and right, I yelled with my stomach.
“The stomach hurts and it’s not working. I’m sorry.
Get up and look at me.
I’m in pain, “I’m in pain. I’m sorry.
“Leaves.” “You better not be lying. I’m sorry.
“Damn it! I’m sorry.
After that, the bouquet finally reached out, put me on the back and started to drive back.
The flowers are more comfortable on their backs than on the grass, and I’m on top of it.
The flowers are so sharp, they turn their heads, they’re the horns of my smile.
The atmosphere was stiff for a moment.
He stopped and said, “Does it hurt? I’m sorry.
My eyes turned away and I looked away.
The flowers are blind, “Come down and walk by yourself. I’m sorry.
I’m holding on tight.
“Leaves!” I’m sorry.
“I can’t walk! I’m sorry.
51
The flowers and the anger again.
When you turn me back, you leave without saying anything.
I was too busy pulling his arm and stuffing him with a new white flower.
“Looks good, just picked. I’m sorry.
“The wild flowers want to buy?” I’m sorry.
And I said, “That doesn’t know what you want. I’m sorry.
“The first beauty of the city.” I’m sorry.
“The first ugliest of the city is first.” I’m sorry.
The flowers don’t want to talk to me, they’re like, “Get some rest, pick you up in the evening, let’s go. I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
That’s what the devil said. I panicked and closed the door.
52
This time, he’s more cruel.
“Leaves, I will never appear again today, no matter what.” I’m sorry.
I’ve got a cold scalp.
And the flower goes, “Look at you. I’m sorry.
“Oh right. I’m sorry.
“I’ve had two waves tonight.” I’m sorry.
It’s the only thought that runs out of your mind.
But the good things that drag the flowers can live with the sword.
Several times back and forth, I succeeded in calling out hail.
It’ll blow up the hail.
The flowers were cleaned up before dawn.
He said, “You can’t stay without seeing the outsiders who control the rain.” I’m sorry.
“The boss didn’t teach you about this? I’m sorry.
I shook my head.
Nor does the flower intend to explain it, that it is lazy, and that it is the thief who has done evil, and has died in your hands, and is not in loss. I’m sorry.
“It’s you! I’m sorry.
53
When I get back, the flowers are in my head for a long time.
I’m still going after the mother.
Mother says, “This guy, Fung, he’s very sharp. I’m sorry.
“But it’s no mistake, pear flower, to be careful all these days. I’m sorry.
I felt a little nervous, remembering the killer of that day and whispering, “Mama, did you come after me?” I’m sorry.
“Not you. Mother shakes her head, it’s me. I’m sorry.
“Why…”
Mom came out of the mirror and took a look at her breath, “It’s so beautiful. I’m sorry.
“…”
“Mama has a very strong lover before she chases your cheap dad.
“She’s like us, a rainman, but the beauty of her life and the love of her heart, it’s all the same. I’m sorry.
“The rain went on for a long time without success, and that’s when my mother appeared. I’m sorry.
Mother lays down the mirror and suffocates like she’s remembering the past, “But in fact, I saw your father before the rain. This is the capital for your father. I’m sorry.
“It’s raining on me, and I won’t let you catch up with me a little bit, and I’ll kill your father. I’m sorry.
Listening to me tastes like a sword to my chest.
Easy, then follow, then, dead.
Mother ignored my sadness and went on and said, “So this guy’s got a grudge against me. I’m sorry.
“It’s been raining with me since then, but it hasn’t been heard in recent years. I’m sorry.
I feel my chin, “I don’t know what’s bad.” I’m sorry.
If I think about it, I see.
“Mom, I think the pear flowers understand, but there’s something wrong with it. I’m sorry.
What is it?
“Mother-born beauty, how I look like this. I’m sorry.
“…”
54
I’ve spent the last few days trying to get my hands on it, and after 10 days, I’ve come up with hail.
The first thing to learn is to summon super-large hails to the flowers.
The flowers fly away and hail the earth and throw a hole.
He looked me in the eye, “Avengers? I’m sorry.
“Isn’t it for you to make your husband see better? I’m sorry.
With a short knife, I’m happy. “Do you want to see the shorts? I’m sorry.
“No…no. “I’m pulling my leg and running.”
These days of training have allowed me to hold on for a while.
But it’s just a moment, when the flowers come up with their collars, and in their ears, the phantom, “The pear flower, the speed of flight is long.” I’m sorry.
I’m avoiding the blade. Hey, hey, laugh. I’m sorry.
And the flowers wait to speak, and suddenly they wrinkle.
I only felt that when the waist was so tight, the flower was carried up to the count, and the next moment I saw nothing but what had been set before, the hail fell upon one man.
A loud bang hit the ground.
I swallowed it, “This isn’t me. I’m sorry.
Don’t make a sound. “The flowers are so rare and so serious, he stares and stares.
It was only in that direction that a woman came along, too far away from her face, but it was full of shadows.
She touched the hail and said, “It worked. I’m sorry.
55
Since the forest came back, there has been something wrong.
He doesn’t sit on the stairs and touch the knife.
The wind was on the side, poking at me, “What’s the excitement? I’m sorry.
“No, I don’t know. I’m sorry.
The wind shakes, “Looks wrong. I’m sorry.
“You watch for me. I’m sorry.
After that, I got up and ran to the backyard and pushed the door.
When I returned to the front yard, I found the flowers missing.
“I can’t stop it.” I’m sorry.
And I looked and intuitively told me that the man in the forest today was what his mother called the rain.
It’s just this man’s high hail.
How do you know her?
My heart is full of mystery, and I sit in peace, and my heart is confused.
But now I’m afraid to go out and make a mess. I drank two pots of cold tea.
And suddenly at night a thunderstorm struck, and We pushed the door, and waited for a long time at the door, waiting for the flowers to return.
My feelings of ignorance grew stronger, and I turned around the house, biting my teeth and felt the paper umbrella.
Open the door, I’m parked.
Not far away, slowly moving forward in the night rain, step by step, steady.
He slowly walked to me and stopped.
I saw his face, full of rain, and the whole body smelled like it could not be said, and several wounds, though not deep, were blurred by the rain.
He looked at me, and he didn’t know if he was stupid and laughed at me.
I’m surprised.
Don’t be silly.
It took a moment of sight to fall on my oil-paper umbrella, “Where to?”
I looked back, and I rushed to open the umbrella, and I stopped the rain above his head. I’m sorry.
“Well, go check something out. I’m sorry.
“Don’t say in the middle of the night, you’re going after me.” I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
And then the flowers chute the umbrella and hold it to my side, and then turn and look at me. I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪
Why suddenly attacked me.
56
I was dragged into the house with the bouquets and the door closed.
He leaned on the door, lazily opening, and said, “It’s raining, change dress, it’s cold. I’m sorry.
I opened the door with stubbornness. “Don’t you think you need to change it more? I’m sorry.
When the flowers stood in place, the rain ticked and fell on the ground with its cuffs, apparently wet.
As if he wasn’t himself, he didn’t have to do anything. I’m sorry.
It’s nothing.
I’m going to change the dress, drag him into his house, close the door, “You too, change the wound.” I’m sorry.
“Look at me change?” I’m sorry.
That’s when I realized I was locked up in the house. I’m sorry.
“What do you think?” I’m sorry.
I walked out the door and stood silently by the window and opened a stitch.
The candlelights were lit inside the house, the flowers reached out to the waist, and the clothes were ready for decomposition.
I hold my breath, it’s hot and tense.
Will you take it off?
And he put his finger between his waist, and suddenly there was no movement, and when it was burning, the candle went out.
I couldn’t see it when it came down in the house. I looked in the window, and then I got cold back.
He’s playing in his ear, “Leave a pear, you don’t think you can be quiet under my nose.” I’m sorry.
“Ooh. I’m sorry.
I pulled his wet sleeve, “What’s wrong with me? I was just worried about my husband. I’m sorry.
Flowerbrows.
Eventually I couldn’t see it. He took the lead when he put his hands on the potion.
The flowers are still the same, and the pedicure is sordid that I can see it.
“What did you do, what did you know? How did you know her? Why did she hurt you? I’m sorry.
“Wait. “It’s too late for you to sleep. I’m sorry.
I didn’t wait for me to open my mouth, and suddenly the bouquet was on me, and I had a heavy, hard eyelid, and I said, “I’ve been compromised…”
“Good dreams. I’m sorry.
I’m lost and my eyelids are getting heavy and I finally fall asleep.
And when I fell asleep, someone was groaning, “You’ve changed too much, don’t blame me for not recognizing.” I’m sorry.
“But I’ve been waiting for you for years, even. I’m sorry.
57
It was early morning, and I slept in a fall, and I was covered.
I was in the flowerhouse, and I just ran into the wind. I’m sorry.
I’m like, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“The Prime Minister’s house was destroyed. I’m sorry.
I was like, “Aah?”
I was in a hurry to get back to my house, and the wind brought a horse to help me sit on it, and when he was about to get on his horse, he fell on the ground somehow.
“I’m a good horse. I’m sorry.
“Can you just say it next time?” I’m sorry.
And the bouquets twirled, and the horse ran away.
When I arrived at the courtyard, I rushed to the house, and I saw my father standing in the yard.
My father’s roof was a terrible one, a big hole and a big hole, and I went around it, and I couldn’t help but notice a bunch of hails that had not yet melted.
Retaliation.
Must be revenge.
It was Dad’s house.
Dad’s eyes are dark, he’s watching, he’s gone.
Halfway, he’s back and he’s standing in front of the flowers, “It’s worth a million taels of gold.” I’m sorry.
“What?”
“Face it up. I’m sorry.
“…”
58
After the rain broke up with the flowers, the rain stormed all the way to the palace of the Prime Minister and destroyed Dad’s treasure house.
My dad’s been searching around since I was born. Every year he collects it and makes me a dowry.
It’s just half ruined, Dad.
The flowers came to make him feel better, and he made his right and his left and his left and his left.
The flowers are being watched. “What is this, Your Highness? I’m sorry.
“The 15th of this month. I’m sorry.
Dad touched the red paper and put it in his hand. I’m sorry.
“Is it really 15? I’m sorry.
59
In the evening dining room, Papa sent his men to wrap the flowers in the middle, and the esteemed ones were given to the bouquets.
The flowers are flat and they’ve been pressed to speak several times.
At last, the flowers were ready to open their mouths, and suddenly a thick scroll was stuck in their arms.
“What’s this?”
Rolls out, Dad smiles, “It’s a dowries catalogue of pears. I’m sorry.
Rolls out, grunts roll out to the outside.
And he shuddered with his finger, and he looked at me, and there was only four words in his eyes: the rich, the mighty.
She came home at night, and her father wept so much that she was in pain.
My mother plagiarized a few things, turned her eyes to the flowers, and said, “Good evening, little Foon. I’m sorry.
Sitting on the chair, her fingers were on the table, and the bouquet stomped, and she said, “The boss…”
“I’ve come to pay a dowry for the pear. I’m sorry.
The boss throws the scrolls into the bouquet, and the scrolls repeat themselves historically, grunting out.
It’s getting worse.
Grandma got up and shot him on the shoulder, and smiled so smart, “Why don’t you ask Pear to marry you? I’m sorry.
The flowers looked, “I think I should have figured it out. I’m sorry.
Mother Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I’m sorry.
I’m going through the fog. “Why? I’m sorry.
60
After dinner, I sat in the house with the florist with the big eyes against the little eyes.
Apparently he hasn’t come back from the dowry yet, and I put my hand in front of him, and I’m talking to him, and I look at my eyes.
That’s what happens all night.
It was only when I asked, “I may not be able to pay the dowry.” I’m sorry.
“…”
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
61
Mother says it’s dark and hateful and it’s going to be a fight.
I’m still in the fog, “Why?” I’m sorry.
I can’t wait for Mother to explain.
This is the first time I’ve seen my mother’s lover at a close distance, unlike I thought, the weak willows, but a very beautiful woman.
But when she met, she sent a super hail, and she hit the ground, and my mother and the florist took one and pulled me and Papa aside.
I’ve just let go of my hand and my father’s heart is broken. I’m sorry.
The rain slowly swept through us, and the eyes fell on me for two seconds, on my mother for three seconds, on the flowers, and they stopped moving.
I was wondering, with my mother’s sleeve, “Am I not the one who loves his father? I’m sorry.
I’ve seen a poor old man on the ground with his chin. I’m sorry.
“..” Dad’s chest hurts again.
“I’ve been holding you for a long time! I’m sorry.
She’s been hiding, laughing, “It’s dark, still so angry. I’m sorry.
“To rob my husband, now you’re going to rob me? I’m sorry.
“Why are you being opposed to each other? I’m sorry.
“Today either you die or you die…”
The way in which the two competed was so simple and simple.
I swallowed the saliva and have not returned the information I had received from it.
I look at the flowers on the side of me, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them. I’m sorry.
62
Then she explained it to me.
Ten years ago, the flowers were adopted in the rain, which was half-baked, and the rain in the cold.
The relationship was not very close, but it did not break.
This relationship has changed in a given year.
When I was eight, I was taken away by the rain.
When I first met the flower, the flower had promised to marry me, and even made a note, and on several occasions it risked letting me go from the rain.
It upsets the rain.
What led to the two-person relationship to the ice, was the flower to see me fall in blood.
“Why did you kill her?” I’m sorry.
When the rain went down, it sank, “I’ll kill and you’ll kill me because of outsiders? I’m sorry.
“So you killed him? I’m sorry.
“What if it kills? Are you going to rebel against me?”
Never saw me again since that day. I was brought back by my mother, who rarely went out and thought I had been killed by rain.
But when the conflict between the two became more and more severe, it happened that the flowers were taken back to the organization in the eyes of the mother, who sought out many times to know the truth.
She didn’t expect it. There are people like me who believe I’m still alive and who are looking for me every year.
But he can’t find a picture of me as a child.
I heard a bit of a blur, “Why not explain?” I’m sorry.
I said, “If I didn’t find out later, I’d have to make a mistake forever. I’m sorry.
“One band, or you won’t fight me for as long. I’m sorry.
“However, it may not be pleasant for her raised child to die for my pear flower. I’m sorry.
I touched my chin, Mom said. That makes sense.
In the years that we didn’t fight, we were busy fighting with flowers.
This magical bitch.
It’s not what I imagined.
“What about me? “Why don’t I remember?” I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, Mom stopped and looked at me and said, “You’re stupid. I’m sorry.
“The rain hasn’t started yet. You hit a rock and your head was bleeding out. I’m sorry.
“I almost went after the rain for this, and then I realized it was you. I’m sorry.
I feel like I feel like I’m being wronged. I’m sorry.
63
Mother and the rain hit each other seven days and seven nights, and they both had great strength.
I’m tired of being afraid of the rest of my life.
It’s not right to think out of time: no wonder it’s only once a year, it’s exhausting.
While my parents were fighting, my father had already begun the big marriage, and the lights were in the house and the words were full.
The flowers stood under the hallway staring at a lantern, and I put my past behind me, and the flowers looked at me and said I was taking me to see something.
This familiar place, I’m impressed.
The flowers brought me to the end of the corridor under the lantern.
When he first arrived, he thought he was a house of great thieves, but he did not look at it, and now he sees it in detail.
I wrote it when I first saw you.
I don’t remember any of this. “What did I write? I’m sorry.
“Beautiful.” “You say you’re the first beauty in the capital.” I’m sorry.
I’m frustrated, “Now it’s first ugly.” I’m sorry.
Faded lips, “At last. I’m sorry.
“Really?”
And the flowers lean down, and look at me, and look at me, “No, these eyes are the same. I’m sorry.
“Leaves, I thought you were dead. I’m sorry.
“I have sought the portrait for many years, and have not found it, so suddenly I hear the words of the first beauty of the capital from the mouth of the thief. I’m sorry.
“When did you know that? I’m sorry.
And the flowers looked, “The first one was rain control. I’m sorry.
I’m a little surprised.
“I haven’t seen much in the city in this world to control the rain. I’m sorry.
“And then I wondered what kind of relationship you would have with Master. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t come back until you told me that your boss was your mother, and that night I went looking for my master, and she denied it, and I confirmed it. I’m sorry.
“You’re here, right under my nose. I’m sorry.
Plumbing hands on my head, “You’re hiding so deep. I’m sorry.
64
The battle between the mother and the rain finally ended in the evening and the two men were paralyzed on the ground.
I was mixed up with the flower, and I took it back to the court.
Mother fell asleep and the rain was so dark that she didn’t come into the house and sat in front of the stairs staring at the night sky, and she couldn’t tell her face.
She sat down with her, “You’ll come after the wedding, right? I’m sorry.
And the rain turned away, “Of course, I’ll kill you all.” I’m sorry.
“I haven’t given a bride price yet. I’m sorry.
The rain immediately changed to look like, “Son, if you follow her, I will break with you and never see you again.” I’m sorry.
“Then we’ll meet again.” I’m sorry.
65
On the night before the big wedding, my mother suddenly ran away from home and went to sleep in the yard and got married tomorrow.
It’ll come when your dad tells you to.
Dad saw her word again.
I heard she wrote all the words of the scroll she sent me, and after my dad found out, he pulled her all night.
If it wasn’t for the rain, Grandma would have left overnight.
I’ve pacified my father, “The mother is not home, you have a great responsibility.” I’m sorry.
Dad groaned, desperate, and said, “Pearflower, that’s the word… for ten years, she hasn’t made any progress. I’m sorry.
“It was she who wanted me to teach. I’m sorry.
I smiled on my dad’s shoulder, and I said, “Father, just keep your eyes closed. I’m sorry.
In the night, my mother knocked on my door, and didn’t know what was on my face, and when she looked at the copper mirror again, she couldn’t take a breath.
People in the mirror look like paintings, looking forward to being bright.
Mother! I cried, “It’s not like you’ve been doing this for years!” I’m sorry.
Grandma laughs, “Ama doesn’t have that much time. I’m sorry.
The mother said that people with rain control would be ugly for some time until they were able to control the rain.
It’s a fair world. It won’t let you have anything in vain.
That’s why it’s hard for me to practice, and it’s hard for me to recover tonight, but tomorrow’s big wedding will make me think of a way to make a deal.
And I cried, and I knew that my mother was so beautiful that I would not be so shocked by the heavens and the earth. I’m sorry.
I was so excited to shoot the flowers, and the flowers were drinking tea and squirting out.
I blinked at him, and the flowers were stuck in the ground, and it was unexpected, and it was a useless nosebleed.
He’s scared with his nose around him, “Pear flower… get away from me!” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stand to talk, and my mother was laughing at the table.
“This guy’s been watching you since he was a kid. I’m sorry.
“Pear flower, you’re so sudden you can’t live like this.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t even look at me with my nose covered in flowers, and I cried, and I laughed, and I said, “Father, you’re pathetic! I’m sorry.
66
The day I got married, the rain came.
Not only did he come, he gave a whole street bride price.
Grandma smiles for reception, the rain is dark, the smiles are cold, “Look what? I’m sorry.
“Flow is half my son. My son’s bride price is not less than yours. I’m sorry.
I looked at the bride price, and I couldn’t reach the end of it. I’m sorry.
And when the wind came, the flowers fastened for me the veil, and looked at the moment, and he swallowed.
“Leaves.” I’m sorry.
“You’re so beautiful. I’m sorry.
When the white suit came, the chin was shocked.
“What’s going on, boss! I’m sorry.
“Miss Liao is your daughter? I’m sorry.
“The boss is Your Highness! I’m sorry.
The boss a little bit, “Look for the wind, be quiet. I’m sorry.
“Afun also lied to me!” The search for the wind was heartbroken.
“You’re really loud. I’m sorry.
“Afun, you have no heart. I’m sorry.
“So is Miss Lion!”
I laughed twice, “The gift is ready for you, no problem. I’m sorry.
“A hundred years of good fortune, a good son!” I’m sorry.
67
I blinked at the flower.
“Father, I’m your man. I’m sorry.
The flower, with the candles on the screen, showed the beauty, and he leaned down, “Leave the pears.” I’m sorry.
“I’ve had it all day. I’m sorry.
I’m hiding something. “What? I’m sorry.
Laughing, “Wait for your rest. I’m sorry.
The candles are shaking, and they’re out.
In the night of silence, a few murmurings, difficult to capture, were blown away by the wind of the night and drifted far.
It’s a sleepless night.
The flowers are gone.
One.
I was born an orphan and was taken away by a beautiful woman on a rainy night.
I can’t resist things that are beautiful.
It rained so hard that she came and covered my head.
I thought I had been saved, but later I knew that it was her.
This woman will control the rain. She’s very good at kung fu.
She brought me back the first night and made me work for her overnight.
All the silver is in your pocket.
She said I was the only family in her world, and it was for me.
She’ll take me on the road to sell umbrellas at high prices.
I didn’t look at her face, and then she took the rain control, and I smiled.
She’ll teach me martial arts so I can help her kill someone later.
The man who robbed her husband.
She went out for a while every year and came back with bruises.
Later I knew she’d spend every year fighting the unknown woman.
I said stop fighting, she pointed at me and shut up.
She won’t lose.
When she was 10, she took back a girl and put her in a woodhouse.
I snuck into the night and saw the moment, and the lantern in my hand fell down.
The candles were extinguished and the darkness fell upon them.
The girl found half a head from the door, and the moon shined, and the eyes were black and white, and they were a few points cleaner than the moon above her.
She seemed a little panicky, and she said, “Are you here to let me go? I’m sorry.
I feel warm in my nasal cavity, and I don’t hesitate to say yes. I’m sorry.
I touched the knife and broke the lock, and then pulled her wrist and I was stopped without taking two steps.
The rain was dark, and she said I was a rebel.
I don’t understand. “She has a family. You should let her go. I’m sorry.
She said she planned for so long that she wouldn’t let go.
Two.
I can’t wait until I put up a lantern every night to find her.
She’s afraid of the dark, and I’m sitting outside with her.
She said she wanted to eat meat, so I stole my master’s money and went to the market to buy chicken legs.
She likes to hang on to her chin and blink innocently, “You’ll let me go, right? I’m sorry.
I swear to God, “Yes. I’m sorry.
She wondered why I was so nice to her, and I looked at her, “You’re beautiful.” I’m sorry.
She nodded, “I know, I’m the first beauty in the city. I’m sorry.
She asked me to bring a pen next time, and I said no, and I can get it now.
I brought her a pen without saying anything.
She was slightly shocked and then raised her hand to drop the word “pretty” on the lantern.
“The first beauty of the city. She repeats herself.
“I remember. I’m sorry.
She asked me, “Does this happen to every good-looking girl who’s born? I shook my head, “No, you’re alone. I’m sorry.
I took the whole day out of my arms, “I’m good to you. You’ll marry me later. I’m sorry.
“This is our deal. I’m sorry.
She’s crooked. I’m sorry.
I looked, “Yeah, I’ll always be good to you.” I’m sorry.
She takes the notes, smiles and bends, “Okay, deal. I’m sorry.
“It’s a deal. I’m sorry.
I looked into my eyes and thought that’s what my master said.
“There is no agreement. I’m sorry.
I will marry you.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
