What makes you think, “This is the text of my noble salt-picking member?”
What makes you think, “This is the text of my noble salt-picking member?”
I’ve never had sweets because my sister has leukemia. Her illness is from sweets.
Sister has a nice name, Chen Xiao Xiao, and her parents always ask for it. The parents were said to have used medical means for her at that time; the mother, who had always been materialist, had worshiped dozens of temples for her.
By her name, she’s precious at birth.
Both parents are well known and have a good family. A loving daughter wants a star, and adults take it off, pick it out and wrap it up.
That’s the kind of girl who got leukemia when she was five.
Most of the doctors in the major hospitals are familiar with the separation between life and death and do not have too many expressions of expression, and he is as I’m sorry, we don’t know the exact cause of the child. I’m sorry.
Mother fell in the arms of her father.
Parents call their sister afraid of falling in their hands, afraid of falling in their mouths, careful and careful. I don’t think so.
The mother cried in her father ‘ s arms, and she didn ‘ t understand, neither of them.
Grandma said it’s probably too much sweet.
“No, it can’t be. How does sugar get leukemia? “Mother hugged her head and slipped to the ground. “Mom, you lied to me.”
Even if it wasn’t for sugar, how come she didn’t get sick?
Shirai wants to go, even if not.
I remember very well that that night, my mother held me in her arms and sat in front of my sister’s bed. She pointed to a photo and said to us, “This is what our family left for Disney.” I’m sorry.
I look to my sister.
She’s naked, thin and pale. It’s hard to connect her to the young girl in the picture.
My sister was three years old and not sick.
She was wearing a yellow-coloured dress with a little crown and a rainbow lollipop, and her fat cheeks were like two balls. She smiled well in her mother’s arms, with the white snow with apples.
Father always says sister is his Sun Princess. Warm Mother, warm him up.
The tall father, who carried his mother with one hand, surrounded his family three times.
The mother looked at the picture and smiled sweetly and bitterly.
It wasn’t me. Because sister wasn’t sick at the time.
I know, I wouldn’t have had me without my sister.
I wouldn’t be in this world if I hadn’t been sick.
My sister’s illness came without warning. In just one night, the snowflake reached the head of the father. Mother’s eyebrows are also frosted. This winter, the wet south, it’s like a snowstorm beneath the rare ground.
The doctor said chemo. My sister shaved her head and sold her house. A family moved from the large house to the small house.
The doctor later asked for a bone marrow transplant. Despite the fact that it matches the marrow bank in the country, the parents use all of their veins and not the other way around.
Doctors shake their heads from time to time.
Then the doctor said that the umbilical cord blood would be fine. However, at the time of the birth of the sister, the parents did not choose to keep the cord blood.
Mother says to father, “Let’s have another one.” I’m sorry.
Maybe the umbilical cord blood of a penis can do it.
It’s just umbilical blood. It doesn’t affect the next kid. Mother thinks so.
Father noded and said, “Then try it. I’m sorry.
It’s so easy to have me with a taste.
Fathers and mothers are happy.
Grandma said the most common word a mother used to say when she was pregnant with me was, “Fine is saved.” I’m sorry.
And then I was born a girl, and my umbilical blood matched my sister.
On the winter of the snowstorm, when I was born, my sister welcomed her.
The whole family thinks I’m the saviour of her sister, and she likes me. Parents are happy with this result.
On the day I arrived in the world, I was like a doll, and I gave it to my sister to play and name it.
“Give your sister a name! Mother says.
“Take it easy, it’s all right. Pity. “The father says,
That’s what my sister named me. Sugar. Sister says she likes sugar and likes me, so call me Sugar.
The parents also said, “I hope our sugar can be as sweet as sugar. I’m sorry.
But I do not know what their joy is for, nor do I dare to think about it, whether their parents rejoice in it, and for what reason sister likes me.
I’ve never tasted sweet. Because my parents don’t let me eat sugar.
But it’s all right. Grandma always cut apples for me. She used to say to me when she gave me apples, “Oh, sugar. I’m sorry.
But I don’t care. I always thought I’d be safe and well, and that old people always said things that weren’t good.
I just remember she said apples smell sweet.
Whenever I eat apples, I imagine I eat not fruit, but fruit sugar. Apple-smelt.
I didn’t eat candy, but I did. And I was naive enough to think that I had loving parents, gentle sisters, merciful grandmothers, and that I could continue to be so happy, without fear.
But when my sister’s illness re-emerges, this picture of happiness will eventually be shattered.
When I was five, my sister’s leukemia re-emerged.
I dropped out of kindergarten. A family moved from a small house to a small house.
My mother and I took a bus to see my sister. My mother and I struggled in crowded cars. An adult stepped on my foot. I hurt, but I didn’t say.
I’m afraid to look up to that man or to see my mother.
Mother didn’t notice either.
I suddenly have a feeling I can’t say.
Why do I feel so heavy?
Maybe it’s too crowded.
I look down and suddenly I think again. I’ve been in a private car since I was a kid, and my mother has no experience with the kids; she’s sick again.
I think so.
Isn’t the private car a soft stool? And maybe you don’t want people to step on my feet.
I think so.
Why do I feel heavy? Maybe the wife in the car is crowded!
Mothers are so crowded.
I look up, I want to tell my mother that I’m in pain.
I looked up and I couldn’t see my mother. Mother’s too tall, isn’t she? Too far.
I look up and I can only see the hands of adults.
The hands of adults are like dark clouds falling from the sky. High, but close, and a sense of fright. For the first time I felt so small in a crowd.
On the way through a department store, I saw a yellow princess dress in the window, similar to the one in the sister’s photo.
I didn’t feel my mother’s hand. I was holding my breath and asking, “Mom, I want a princess skirt…”
In my tone, I even have some begging I don’t know myself.
The mother’s face was darker and she was crouched down.
Finally, I can see my mother’s face. I finally think she’s not too tall.
That was the first time I looked at her.
I thought she’d be serious and say, “When your sister’s ready, I’ll buy it for you.” I’m sorry.
But in that pair of lips, it’s the byte of ice fire. I’m sorry.
I was suddenly cold and afraid of her anger.
I bow my head, no more words. I don’t know where I’m cold. I just think I’m really cold. It was like the winter day I was born, wearing a princess dress in my sister’s summer.
I look down and hide my feelings.
I shouldn’t be asking, should I? I asked myself.
Perhaps the mother felt that the wet and congested environment made her feel a little out of control, and she said to me, “There’s no money at home right now. She hesitated and said, “You can wear that one too. I’m sorry.
Mother still looks at me, she’s close to me. But I feel like she’s too far away from me.
Mother is far from her sister, but I think she’s close.
It was only when the mother stood up straight and near me that she found out: close, not close; far, not far.
I suddenly lost my strength, held my mother’s big hand and slowly let go. I didn’t want to let go, but I had to. Because I don’t have the strength.
I watched the department building grow smaller and the princess skirt shrunk to a point and disappeared at the end of my sight.
In the middle, a yellow school bus cut off my sight, that’s my kindergarten bus, but now it’s the old kindergarten.
I’d be happy to be in that yellow school bus with my bag on it yesterday. And now, my school bag contains my mother’s food for my sister.
I’m wearing a back belt on my shoulder, so I don’t look through my eyes, so I can’t tell you how weird it is, I don’t want the yellow school bus, and I don’t want the yellow princess dress.
But that weird feeling, it seems, keeps pouring water, and it grows deeper and deeper.
That weird feeling, it’s like being held in the heart and dragged down.
I don’t remember how I got to the hospital.
This time, parents say, try my bone marrow.
I watched my date red blood go out of a green vein, around my arm, into a small, transparent bottle in the hands of a doctor. I feel a lot of pain. But I didn’t say.
Soon, the doctor came out and told his parents that it worked.
Fathers and mothers are happy, and they look at me like they’ve never seen before. Even the disappointment of the health-care workers, who looked at me, had an undisguised smile.
I’m surprised by my own thoughts. That’s a good thing. Why hide my smile?
I just can’t laugh.
It’s just me, I’m out of line.
Is that good? I asked myself.
Yeah. I answer myself.
Yeah?
I don’t know.
I’m a little woozy. My bone marrow match worked!
I’m a little surprised. After all, my umbilical cord blood has been matched.
It’s a surprise, rather a fear.
I don’t know what I’m afraid of, but I’m afraid of pain.
And then I lay on the operating table, and I got confused and I felt like there was something cold and cold going into my body. I seem to have felt a very thin and sharp knife, cutting off my Bison’s skin, cutting out my luminous fat and cutting off my naked skinny flesh. At the end of the day, it was like a long, long nail stunned my bones.
A long tube, through my bones, to draw something out of me. Like a horse-powered mosquito pump.
I can see clearly that the blade is cutting me apart, but I have no pain, no mosquito bite.
I don’t know what the problem is, maybe it’s in my head.
My head, from the moment I lay here, was filled with chewed gum. Squeeze, sticky, heavy. No matter how much I shake, I can’t shake out.
I can’t open my eyes, maybe I can’t even move my eyelids.
It can’t be opened or closed.
Just one stitch.
But it’s because I can see clearly that the mosquito pump is working hard on me.
Through that gap, I can only see the operating lights on the stage.
I think that light’s pretty sharp. High above them, out of reach, as if the sun were mid-summer.
I want to touch, or I want to pull, but I find I don’t have the power.
I closed my eyes and looked directly at the replica of the light, through the eyelashes, through the stacks of layers and layers. I can’t tell if it’s true or my fault. I just feel faint in my head, like a gray, black cloud in my head, entangled, woven, woven.
I closed my eyes and looked directly at the re-emergence of the light, through the eyelashes, one layer through one layer and one layer. I can’t tell if it’s true or my fault. I just feel faint in my head, like a gray, black cloud in my head, entangled, woven, woven.
The face of my grandmother.
The edges of the clouds piled up, so true the greasy wrinkles on the grandmother’s face.
I seem to have seen my grandmother cut apples again.
Unfortunately, I can’t eat anymore.
Grandmother died last winter. She went in peace. It’s like falling asleep on a sling.
I also remember clearly that the winter of the fourth year was not cold, and the snow on the ground was not so thick as the previous year.
I followed my mother, step by step, step by step in the winter of snowy horses, and the snow screamed. And the mountains, and the water, and the heaven, and the earth, and up and down, there is only one colour left.
Grandmother was on her legs, leaning against the window, sitting on the dome, holding a knife in her right hand and holding apples in her left hand. The apple’s skin is half faded, the meat is dark, and the other half of the apple’s skin is hanging in the air, like the grandmother’s.
The mother ‘ s cry was shocking, and the water beads condensed on the window glass were struck together and fell.
Like crying silently with my mother.
I don’t know.
I heard grandma calling me.
I always felt like Grandma was saying in my ear, “It’s good to be safe.”
I don’t know how long it took me to get confused and I was pushed into another room. It seems that the insinuation has faded a little bit, and my sticky thin meat begins to shrink, my squeezed fat starts to swell, and my skin is sewn up and it starts to beat.
It’s like I’m squeezing in my bones. That’s when I found out that the pain was so intense.
I realized I really hurt. It hurts. But I closed my eyes and didn’t talk.
I almost lost consciousness because I didn’t know where the tearing pain came from. I really want to cry, and I want to tell my mother I’m hurting.
As soon as I could not resist the pain, as soon as my tears were about to break, the strong ones who stood by me were the ones I had thought of.
That time, I kept saying, “I’m in pain. “I’ve cried many times, but no one’s listening to me. I remember shouting so loud and I cried “Daddy, Mom.” But Mom and Dad didn’t show up.
I fell and ran around looking for my father and mother. I didn’t know I was crying for so long I finally found my mother. I cried to her and I said, “Mom, I hurt. I’m sorry.
But the imaginary appeasement did not come. I don’t know if it’s a father or a mother, and I said, “You look at your sister, it hurts a thousand times more than you. I’m sorry.
Yeah, why am I crying?
What am I crying for?
But I’m in pain. Is my sister in pain?
I don’t know. I just know my sister hurts. I hurt too.
“Stop crying, aah.”
All I know is, I haven’t screamed since.
Why are you crying? “Mother said to me,
Why are you crying? “My father said to me,
Why are you crying? I said to myself,
But I don’t know how. I’ve been saying that in my ear, repeating it.
Mother’s words are like a tape that’s stuck over and over and over again.
I’ve been nowhere to go.
I tried to escape, but I couldn’t. Because I can’t control myself.
“Aah! “I’m going to do my best to say this.
I woke up, woke up, woke up, woke up from a phantom dream, shattered from a good dream, and I knew I was dreaming or reality.
Suddenly there was a warm hand that pulled me back from that vague and clear memory.
The one that hung me was a very young nurse sister. She had the Mini Mosquito pump on my hands, but it was not a fight.
As soon as the target was found, it was strung down, and the hand shrank unwittingly.
Shaved it.
Her face was so red that they all said it was as red as the fall. But I don’t think so.
The nurse’s sister apologized to me and said, “Do you mind if I give you a lollipop?” I’m sorry.
I look at the sugar and I’m a little hesitant. After all, Mom and Dad won’t let me eat sugar.
The nurse looked at me and smiled at me, and the two dimples with their mouths looked very nice. She stripped the sugar paper, which was a rainbow lollipop. Same as in the sister’s photo.
I’m a little moved. But I still can’t do anything.
She smiled really nicely, the sound of which I never felt. She said to me, “Taste it, it’s sweet. I’m sorry.
Her face was close, red was spread over her face, they all said it was as red as the fall of autumn, but I thought her face was as red as the apple my grandma gave me.
I don’t know what it is. I don’t really want sugar. But at that moment, I wanted to eat. Especially lollipops. The same lollipop as in your sister’s photo.
This time, I didn’t hesitate to pick up the lollipop and eat it. There was a fragrance before the entrance. I tried to lick it. It was the first time I tasted sugar.
It’s not like apples. I think.
My eyes first became a little sour and then became blurred. So that’s what sweet tastes like.
No wonder my sister likes it.
I think.
Nurse sister walked away and turned back.
She’s walking lively and positive. Like a wind around you.
I noticed that her mouth had changed from blue to purple. This time, she didn’t have a previous test, and she put it right in my veins, and it was moving, and it was ingesting.
She was relieved.
I don’t know what came over me, but my tears are pouring down.
The nurse’s sister was a little bit scared and patient, and I felt so relieved with a slap on my back hand, warm and firm.
My eyes were blurry, so I felt like I was back that night, and my mother was holding me and sitting in front of my sister’s bed.
That’s a few mothers hugging me. The nurse’s sister’s arms make me very attached.
The nurse sister asked me why I was crying, because she stabbed me too much.
I said to her, “I am in pain. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised next time.
I don’t know why I said that again. Maybe the nurse sister gave me a lollipop or maybe I really hurt too much.
The nurse sister asked me where it hurt, and she said it wouldn’t hurt if she ate a sugar and blew another blow.
I said, “My leg hurts. I’m sorry.
We said: “I see a water pump that is like a mosquito that enters my body. I’m sorry.
I felt a very thin and sharp knife, slitting out my Bison’s skin, cut out my luminous fat and cut off my naked skinny flesh.
“It slammed my bones with its long, long mouth, and then took my bone marrow out. I’m sorry.
The nurse’s sister looked very serious, and she opened the white covers on me, white as snow, and lifted up my thongs, so she looked very carefully.
I’m with her. I’m in pain. I want to know why I really hurt.
But the nurse’s sister looked for it, looked for it, couldn’t find it.
It hurts like my heart hurts. It hurts. It hurts. No wounds found.
I really hurt, I hurt.
My tears are like the tide of the Chandong River.
The more I cry, the more my sister panics; the more I cry, the more I want to cry.
Nurse sister touched my forehead and touched her forehead.
She let me bury her neck and she hugged me.
Swinging around with me like a boat, like a cradle of children.
I remember I was crying, and somehow, I suddenly laughed.
Then We reacted, and we dipped down our lips. Some apologies.
I’m really ashamed. I shouldn’t have lied to her. I think.
I let go of the hand around the nurse’s sister’s neck.
I bow my head, and the nurse should blame me. I think.
But the imaginary storm didn’t come. The nurse’s sister had her big eyes bent to the moon teeth boat.
Like, like the nurse sister just held my rocking boat.
She softly asked me what to laugh about.
I said she just hugged me, like a mother was babysitting.
I feel like I’m having a better laugh at the nurse’s sister. She said to me, “The sugar is a child.” I’m sorry.
Am I a kid?
I don’t know.
Am I a child?
Yeah. I think.
Not really, I think.
I saw the nurse’s sister seem to have thought something, and the smile faded.
She put me back in her arms. I think she’s holding it even harder, and she says, “Well, sugar can treat me like a mother. I’m sorry.
When the nurse sister said that, I couldn’t tell whether it was her own choke or her choke.
I was in the arms of a nurse’s sister, like a child’s attachment to her mother.
But this feeling of attachment has not existed for too long.
Because that’s when my real mother came and she looked at me and found my lollipop. The mother was angry, and she was as angry as that bus.
“You can’t eat this, do you know your sister is…”
Mother seemed so angry, I never felt so angry.
I bite my mouth, I can’t look at my mother.
I just want to stop eating sugar. Especially lollipops.
The same lollipop as in sister’s photo.
Rainbow lollipops are lying in the trash can in half. It was a lollipop, but I felt like I broke in half.
I feel bored and hurt. It hurts more than that tow on the bus. This time, I felt a hand, ripped off my chest and grabbed my heart hard until it was crushed.
I hang my hands, I feel guilty, I feel sorry.
I feel guilty because I don’t listen to my parents and make them sad. And I’m a little gruesome, but I’m a little bit grotesque: Is Mom worried about me and I’m sick?
I think so.
I know I shouldn’t have tried mother’s love so deliberately, but I don’t know why, I don’t know what I’m really thinking, that’s what I want.
I’ve been looking at my mother and her reaction, and I don’t know what I’m feeling.
Why didn’t Mother come to me?
She never talked to me. I was hoping for more at this time.
It’s my mom who’s upset? I guess.
I think I think I’m in pain with these two words. I don’t even know if this is what I really think, or whether I’m making excuses for my parents’ neglect and injustice.
The mother was a little excited, and her fingers were close to the sister’s nose, which caused me to have the illusion that the sister’s nose should be in her hands.
She pointed at the nurse sister and said, “You feed someone else’s kids, you’ll get a complaint! I’m sorry.
Then my mother went out on the phone and I never saw the nurse who gave me lollipop again.
I didn’t know what a complaint was at the time, but I knew that the nurse who would slap me in the back and laugh at me and give me sugar would never see me again.
My father came to my head and said, “Mom’s busy, busy making money for my sister’s medical treatment. She’s been a little excited, so let me not be sad.
The father’s palms were large and warm, and a sound came out of his head and he told me to hold on to his hand.
I want to grab my father’s hand on my head. As soon as my hand was about to be caught, my father was not smooth, even rough, and suddenly became smooth like a muddy, like a muddy, and he slipped away.
I don’t know where that breath came from, but I’m sorry.
I shouldn’t be forced. I answer myself.
At that moment, I didn’t know if I was breathing or relieved.
All I know is that it was never easy for me.
I’ve been asking questions and finally got answers.
Mom said she was out of the operating room and they said to go see her.
And never came back.
And then, there’s no more.
I’m not sad, I think.
I just have a little sour eyes and a little pain.
It hurts too.
The sister was completely healed and had long hair, and the whole person became bright and bright.
A family moved from a small house to a small house.
And I fainted from time to time and looked pale.
Parents are always busy at work and I fainted at the hospital where the teacher always sent me. If only I had leukemia, they’d come and see me. I think.
I went to the hospital once, again and again.
I went from the back of a teacher to the back of a teacher.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in trouble.
Plus I’ve dropped out of kindergarten, I’ve had a bad start, I’ve had a hard time learning, and I’ve had enough.
Kids aren’t like me.
But it’s okay. No kids bully me. Children like to play with children who have the same interest. Kids love sugar. It’s just me. Never.
Kids think I’m a freak, not like me.
It’s not like my parents won’t let me eat.
Now that I’m cured, they make me eat some sugar.
But every time I think of being thrown into a trash can by my mother, it’s broken into a rainbow lollipop. I feel like I’m not lying in the trash, not in half, but in half.
I started to hate the taste of sugar.
I don’t eat sugar for a long time.
The children have gone far away from me.
Only that fat little boy, he doesn’t give a shit about me. He’s gonna talk to me sometimes. It’s also because of him that no child can bully me.
The fat one, the bold one, the bad one. I was arranged by the teacher and left in the corner.
It’s just a little class. He’s the laughing kid king.
He doesn’t look good when he smiles. He’s got all the fat on his face.
I didn’t know I’d laugh with him.
He’s my only friend, the only one who can make me laugh except my grandmother.
I don’t know.
Father said to me, there is no sister without me.
Mother also told me that if my sister was not sick, I would not exist.
Sister always said I was her salvation.
One day I thought, “Is it time for me to go back to where I belong?
It’s like a superman in a cape in a TV show.
But where is my home?
I looked blindly, where the Savior’s home should be.
I went to the department store where I sold the yellow princess dress.
I’m 11 years old. That little dress was gone six years ago.
I feel like something’s been dug up. It’s like I’ve been dug up again.
I walked into the mall, and I wandered slowly and slowly.
Suddenly there was a white shadow. I don’t know if my eyes snapped. I think I saw the nurse sister.
She is still a white dress, and walking is still so active and lively.
I ran and ran and I grabbed her horn.
I’m afraid she forgets me. I’m afraid she hates me.
But what I fear most is that she didn’t forget me, and I missed her.
I pulled her horns. I called her “Nurse Sister.” I’m sorry.
It’s a strange face that comes back with a white back.
She’s holding up. I’m holding up.
In the end, I will never find warm arms again. I think.
The sister I caught asked me, “Who are you looking for?”
I was just about to apologize and I found out that the real nurse sister was looking at me.
I ran and the nurse sister turned around. Work out.
I didn’t find the flyer in her hand until then.
Turns out she’s no longer a nurse.
Turns out she’s no longer my nurse sister.
Why? Because of Mom’s phone number? Or is it the nurse’s sister’s pity on me?
I don’t know, I want to laugh.
I went on to look at the top floor without realizing it.
I’m going to the safe exit and I’m going up the stairs.
Even the green mountains outside the city are clear in the open.
Sunshine, I look up and try to find a star.
The sun is so bright that no star can be seen during the day.
I can’t see Grandma.
Because Grandma said that when a man dies, he becomes a star.
She’ll watch me grow up in peace.
But I can’t see her.
Grandmother said that if one day she could not cut apples for me, she would bless me in heaven and my life in peace.
At that time I didn’t understand what death was, nor why the grandmother said that to me.
It’s just that I just think that old people like to talk about things like that.
Until now, I finally realized that “peace and security” was not an empty word.
And We thought that I was the saviour of my sister, and that my grandmother was our saviour.
I saved my sister, but why didn’t Grandma save me?
I close my eyes and I seem to have taken my life and stopped looking for the stars in the day.
The sun is pouring on me, it’s warm, even I think it’s really warm…
And the stars at night, always cold without any temperature.
I think it would be better if time stayed on this day forever.
I think Savior’s done his job and it’s time to go.
I thought maybe I could see grandma in the sky.
I’ll ask her when it’s over. Why didn’t she save me?
I’m determined to go out. I’m open, I’m windy, like flying.
I think, next time, I don’t want to do any more salvation.
Extra.
“The day I begged my mother to buy the dress, I didn’t see the noise in my eyes, all I knew was that I really liked it.
It took me a while to understand that maybe I didn’t like that dress. I just envy it. I envied my sister for being in the arms of my mother, in the arms of my father, so sweet, so happy…”
Today’s little fat boy is a very good boy, sitting in a chair, putting his hands on his leg and saying, “Uncle Police, I’m telling the truth. I’m sorry.
The police were face-to-face and it was hard for them to imagine what it would take for an 11-year-old primary school student to say such a mature word.
The young policeman put a note in his pocket, pulled a lollipop out of his pocket and handed him over to Fatty’s parents.
The young police officer was also in a heavy mood and had no words to say. In fact, everyone’s emotions are low and they don’t know what to say.
When Fatty fell downstairs, he begged his parents to take him to the mall where Chen sugar left. But his parents only agreed that he would look across the street.
At the mall, a security cordon was drawn and ordered to be overhauled.
The streets are full of noises, saying:
“Did someone throw that kid away? I’m sorry.
“Who knows?” I’m sorry.
“I heard it was suicide! Little kids don’t know how to think of suicide? I’m sorry.
“What, I heard there was no lock on the mall.
“Aah!”
I don’t know.
Arguments were intertwined, and Fats did not pay attention to it, except for the lollipops given to him by the police uncle on the street bench.
He thinks the sugar is too bitter.
He felt that sugar cane wasn’t too much for sugar…
I don’t know.
The station is quiet.
The mother of Chen Sugar had taken a statement from the police, held her hand in her husband ‘ s arms, cried to tears and did not know what was shouting.
She was held by Chen sugar’s father, who fell slowly from his arms to the ground, fell on his knees, covered her heart, and wept.
…
The police officers ate the lollipops from the old policemen, sat on the table and shook their legs comfortably.
The old cop said to the little cop, “You are my teacher!” How can a child think so much? I’m sorry.
The old cop smiles and doesn’t talk, doesn’t he? Always yelling.
His brain hurts. There’s only one. Can’t hear it?
Young man, he’s so angry, he needs to be cleaned up!
The little cop didn’t make a scene, like he was going to keep talking about it and ask him, “What do you eat at noon?” I’m sorry.
And he’s been faking his stomach. And the belly should scream. Little cop hey hey smile. The old cop looked at the watch, and it’s almost time for the pig’s feet…
The little policeman smiled, bit a lollipop, threw a stick of sugar in a basket position into the garbage can and responded to it in order to slip away in the air.
“Hey, I’m not finished! He yelled at him, “And two eggs! I’m sorry.
Nai-o’s running too fast, he’s at the front door, he’s in trouble, he’s on the balcony, he’s got one hand on the rail, he’s got one hand against the other! You hear me?”
The little policeman in front of the door was lucky to have escaped from the old cop’s venom and smiled and ran back and forth and said, “I know the master, pig food, two eggs…”
And waved back.
The old policeman sneezed, laughed and shook his head, and the “baby son of a bitch” came back to the archives.
And there’s a twilight in the twilight.
If it was an old acquaintance of that time, it might be possible to identify him from the five official profiles of the old cop, who was the young cop who took the statement…
What?
In half an hour, in the archives.
“Fuck, I said two eggs, two eggs! I’m sorry.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
Master, stop it, it hurts…
The archives are closed, and this is the last of the little police faces.
The police are laughing.
It’s both of them.
The artificial saviour is over.
Qin Song was relieved by the book, too. I don’t care if I’m not comforted. I’m depressed. He just broke up and complained.
He threw the “Assist” at me, with his hands on his face, on my desk, and gave me a nice look. “It’s very nice.”
I turn my head and look out the window. The purpose of the entry is to be a tectonic writing building. It’s the peak of the night, and I’m looking at the ferocious traffic of the river, and the pedestrians are as small as an ant.
“Low and forget.” I said:
“How long do you think Chen Sugar’s parents will be sad? I asked Qinzon.
Qinzon didn’t talk. He came and stood by me.
I picked the frown.
I know. He must think I made this up. But I’m the only one who knows that this artificial saviour is there.
The story will not remain forever, and the sugar will be sealed in the archives. But tomorrow, there will be a new artificial saviour again.
Save people, is that good? I ask myself.
I don’t know. I answer myself.
Because I always felt that every life was worth expecting, not saving someone. But that is not all.
And there’s nothing I can do.
Because the good will of mankind is done. Just like Sugar Grandma. It’s like a candy nurse sister.
And all I did was wake up. I can’t help it.
Hello, I’m Luk, a life observer.
Hello, this is Luk’s career manual.
The next chapter is on.
Author: Lu Yubaba
Case number YX1105wwpwww
A little hairy came, I came.
It’s not much to say. It’s all for the noble salt-selections!
My little sweet one.
Socially afraid x Sick Students x Professor
2 School Sweet
Good girl with hearing impairment.
Three words for sweetness.
I’m a prodigy.
Crazy bands and princesses.
Four old words.
I’m not sure I’m going to be able to find you.
The General’s daughter, the Emperor’s age.
5 Now Sweet
Miss Sneaky-Sweety-Sweety-Sweety-Sweety-Skinner.
Six old words.
I want to be a woman who’s become a woman who’s become an eunuch.
Seven old words.
A beautiful widow with eight abs.
It’s all fairies.
I’m here to fill my wife’s books! Only the wives, of course!
Don’t worry, it’s not safe (I’m in my wife, this woman is charming, and I’m obsessed. The story of the sea queen who couldn’t be rejected by anyone.
The Untitled.
For more details:
“Looks good!
@Geese Goose
“The Corrupt” is a sick and pitiful brother.
For more details:
“Looks good!
@Fructureme (no matter what she says, it’s sweet in me, my dear wife.) “The Rebels” is a man dressed as a little emperor.
“Photo Pistol Love” is based on true stories.
For more details:
“Looks good!
@Iakawa Tobacco (my weed baby) (because she’s too lazy, she’s not organized, I can only put two links on her home page. I’m not sure.
# Let me have another one of those.
“Being a typhus.”
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@Dreamed Rabbit’s Tooth.
The Forest.
For more details:
@The little twat’s twat #The twat #The twat #
I’m a princess for 200 years.
For more details:
@Serrag’s snow (she’s lazy too, she’s not organized, more go to her home page).
# Shoo-shoo #
@Nabuza
# Sweet grapefruit without sour
“The Marriage.”
For more details:
# Wine to make a clot of #
For more details:
# Sakura #
I’m not going anywhere.
For more details:
I’m so tired I don’t know how the ancient emperor came here
There are good people in the South.
Most of all, I left a message in his comment area.
It’s a sudden outbreak, it’s blocked.
It’s over. It’s the real Barbie q.
I thought it was a nucleic acid surveyer.
As a result, it’s a red guy I’ve been commenting on in the shivering comment area.
The most important of all is that this comment is first and even his own reply.
“Hello, I’m from next door, 2601. I just got back. There’s nothing at home.”
“There’s food, but I can’t do it.” In front of the handsome, I was very nice, and I said, “You can just take the food and give me a meal every day.”
“Yes.”
We’ve had a good time to reach a consensus, and we’re officially beginning with the “semi-cohabitation” of millions of Reds.
Evening,
Jolu: You’re living with millions of Internet reds!
When I told my best friend this information, she called me directly.
I said, “You should have cared that I was almost starving to death at home!”
JL: You’re taking a shit, taking down millions of Reds, starting a sex life.
I naturally heard her read “sex.”
Thinking of what I said in his comment section, the cheeks were slightly red.
That’s when the bell rings.
Open the door, it’s the handsome guy next door.
I hung up the phone in a hurry, and I was afraid that Jolou would say something to him.
“The meal is ready, the meal is ready.”
His voice and what he heard on the Internet were still some gaps, and the magnetic low-sounding cannon was literally poking my heart.
“Okay.”
I looked down and didn’t know my ears were red, and he looked at me.
There is silence on the table.
His opening broke the peace.
“Is the food delicious?”
“Good.”
I have to say, it’s a good job. It suits my appetite. I could make two bowls of rice with this red roast.
“I’m going live at night, so I sleep until lunch.”
“I know.”
And he looked at me with those peach eyes.
“Who doesn’t know? It’s okay. I’m not used to breakfast either.” I was in a hurry to explain that my heart was praying that he would never know that he was in front of someone who was driving his section.
“Ooh.” And he smiled, and his mouth was up, “I’m Zeni Yuk, you? Add a vx.”
“The Giant Man.”
“Il-Il, on the water side.”
For the first time I thought my name was so sweet, especially when it came out of his mouth.
After the bath,
I was lying on my bed and shivering, and I saw him live, and I went in.
He was wearing a black shirt with two unbuttoned buttons on it, a little open, a demon.
Forgetful and forgetful.
♪ Shake and shake and shake ♪
It’s all the same. It’s all the same.
♪ The desire is full of skin, on the edge of a dream ♪
I knock, I knock, I knock!
He sings such a dazzling song at night, and I can’t help but think about it.
Once again, I started to comment, as earlier comments were on fire, so naturally some of his fans knew about me.
“Oh? But I feel like this fan is better at breathing.”
Once again, he flipped the card, but it didn’t seem right. It wasn’t a car to kindergarten.
Comment area:
a: Brother breathes better!
b: Something’s not right.
c: This is not a kindergarten car. Let me out.
d: Welded doors.
“Well, no more jokes. Or the tube will be sealed.”
Two, I watched him live until he did.
I didn’t wake up till noon.
Suddenly the doorbell rings, I rush to open the door and it’s like I just woke up.
“Eats up. Wake you up?”
His tone was filled with tenderness and some apologies.
“No. Coming.”
I didn’t look up to him the whole time. I don’t know how ugly I am.
Sleepy eyes, oil on the face, hair like grass.
I rushed into the bathroom to clean up.
“You’re really going to be single, Cui!” The voice of my best friend Jollo’s hating iron and steel came out of the phone, and said, “Why don’t you take the opportunity to cook for you next door? You have the guts to leave a message in my comment area, and in reality you’re a puppy.”
“Stop, stop, stop. This is the only way for a handsome man to look and play.”
I know I’ve never been such a pretty girl.
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I’m going to go for lunch. One says he’s really good at cooking.”
So I hung up the phone and knocked on his door, and he opened the door very quickly, and the table was ready for dinner, and I was sure to wait for me.
And then I had the illusion that my married husband would wait for me at home.
“Well, what’s this food?”
I don’t remember my house having this. What’s he doing?
“Dry silk.”
“Eat well. I’ve never eaten like this.” I can’t stop eating at all, and nakedly exposes the nature of the food. “I seriously doubt that your side business is Internet Red, and your business is chef.”
He smiled, and he ate his food in a gentle way, and compared it to me, it was quite different.
How can anyone eat so beautifully?
“Why do I look more like dinner? Keep staring at me.”
When he said, “I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry to bow my head.”
Help me. I’ve been watching.
“After all, there’s very little chance of eating with the Net Red, and I’m going to value it on the spot.” I made it up.
“Really? We’ll eat together every day.”
Three (March 8th update) I was struck by what he said.
“What are you doing this afternoon?” I was trying to see if he’d broadcast it this afternoon, after all, it’s boring to be isolated.
“What’s wrong? Want to ask me out?” He smiled and looked at me like a pair of peaches.
“No, I’d like to ask if you’re going to live this afternoon.” I denied it and used Jollula as a shield, “Don’t get me wrong, my best friend is a fan of yours, knowing that you live next door to my house and you want to know about your time on the air, not your meal.”
“Oh. I usually only live at night.”
I don’t know. It’s not my fault. I can’t believe I’m missing something.
“So you usually do your own business in the afternoon?” I’m trying to ask.
“Sometimes they make videos or watch movies and play games.” And he said, “Do you want to come?
“Yes, but I’m more of a dish.”
“It’s okay, you’re a backpacker.”
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
Is it that hard? I just can’t beat the king! At least I can get to the top five.
I stood up and looked at him.
He stood up and touched my head like I was his cat.
Well, I’m this 158 tall compared to his 188 tall, really nothing.
“No, I think too much. Are you coming in this afternoon or are you playing at home?”
“In your own house.”
At least a girl has to hold onto it. Why can’t someone invite her?
“Okay, I’ll call you then.”
In the afternoon,
“Go ahead.”
Vx came up with his message and I ran to the library to open the computer.
Huh? What’s going on? Why can’t you open it all of a sudden?
Shit! Don’t lose the chain!
“Are you ready?”
“Uh, why don’t you guys play. My computer just couldn’t turn on.”
“You come to my house, I have two computers.”
I hesitated for three seconds.
Let’s go!
“OK.”
Password: 1027. Enter yourself.”
So you gave me the lock code? Aren’t you afraid I’ll sneak up on him while he’s not home?
Four (updated March 13) he had an electric room and he was in his live room.
There’s two computers in there and one is empty, apparently for me.
“What’s your account? I’ll add you.”
“Just called the Ilo.” I told him to land on the game.
Soon he pulled me in.
I was on the team, and I didn’t know the other two, but I always felt like I heard something.
“Yo, where’d you find a girl in yoga?” I don’t know them, I don’t know them.
“Only you talk too much, open up.”
After that, the ink opens the game.
I thought I had a good chicken, at least on a single row. Just can’t beat the king.
But I couldn’t do my best in fighting them.
“You’re pulling a girl out of this part.”
I’m listening to the man in Mali. I’m not saying it, but I’m saying it.
“Dum, you’re asking too much. How many girls can get to our level? I’d say she’s pretty good.”
It was probably a shallow exaggeration, and I floated, and I didn’t notice the enemy on the spot, and I was shot down.
The ink quickly took out the enemy and came to rescue me.
“It does not seem to be possible to exaggerate, but die.”
“You’re lying! It’s obvious that this man is too dogish to be seen in this tuxedo.”
I’m not far from the ink, so my protest passed through his wheat into his teammates’ ears.
“What the hell? You’re quarantined, right? Why is this woman in your house?”
“I’ll knock, Yogi, you’ll hide our brother’s golden house!”
“A half-bedroom friend, having a meal.”
He gave us a simple, eight-word explanation of our relationship, which is true.
“What’s the girl’s name? His friends started talking to me.
And I’m talking to them, “Just call me Ip.” Play with me when you’re free.
“This technology will teach your roommates on the spot.
That’s it. We played a game all afternoon, and soon it was dinner.
“Hey, when can we unseal this? I want a hot pot.” I was lying on his couch, feeling sorry.
He just opened the fridge to cook, and he heard me.
“There’s nothing that can’t be solved by a hot pot, if there’s two of them.”
“The last time my friends came, they had two packs of hotware. What do you want to eat?”
I felt alive when I listened to the ink, and I banged on what it was like to have a hot pot to eat during the isolation.
“Together Tomatoes, tomato pan yyds.” I was excited to go to the kitchen to help him.
It’s very easy for the hot pot to make it, to cut it, to hold it in his hand, to hold it with his long fingers, and I think it’s going to be expensive.
How does this man get so charming to cook?
“Whispering.” And he threw his face down, and I took my eyes back, and my cheeks were slightly red, and put the cut food on the table.
The boiler boiled with hot air and added some smoke to the house.
“Doesn’t you always stay away?”
I think I’ve lived here for two years, but I’ve never met my neighbour.
“Well, most of the time before, in Hangzhou, rarely back here. I wanted to come back for a few days, but I didn’t expect an outbreak.”
Indeed, the epidemic has continued over the past two years, and it has been hard for those who work at the front line.
I filmed my chest, and I volunteered to exaggerate: “Be thankful on the spot, and if I hadn’t taken you in, you would have starved to death.”
“One of us, if not us, would be both dead.”
Why don’t you be honest?
After dinner, I’m going home.
I just walked up to my door and I found something really wrong.
Shit, I don’t have a key.
I can only come back to his house with a thick face, “The Great Season, let’s talk about one thing.”
He looked at me all confused, after all, I’m a typical weasel.
“I forgot my keys. I can’t go back.”
“If I don’t take you in, are you going to be a dead body on the street?” He’s half kidding me.
“No!” I held him in my arms, blinked and looked at him, and tried to shed a few tears to show pity.
“Go to the next room and clean up yourself.”
Good thing this man has a conscience. I’m his fan! He didn’t know on the spot.
But it is not convenient to stay in another’s home, and I have not changed my clothes.
Fortunately, the district delivers goods every few days, and I’m in a hurry to find the community, buy some clothes to wash and pray that they can be delivered tomorrow.
Six. I’m sorry.
However, I was destined to be ashamed of tonight and had to borrow from him without changing laundry.
“No new, just one. He handed me a white T-shirt and went to the electric room. I’m sorry.
After the bath, I was wearing his white T-shirt, and his clothes were for me exactly as a dress, and they were for me.
I lay in bed, brushed his live.
There’s no show today. It’s nothing.
Maybe his voice was too dazzling and I fell asleep listening.
Until the next day, he knocked on my door.
I woke up confused, cleaned up and smelled the smell of thief food when I left the door.
“It smells good. There’s sour soup and fat cows I like. I’m happy to watch the food on the table.
And he came out with the dishes, and he looked at my dress, and he looked away, and he said, “It was sour and fat last night before he finished his fat roll, he liked to eat more. I’m sorry.
The sour and fat oxen went to dinner, and I picked up a whole bowl.
After lunch, I lay on the sofa and bathed in the sun.
And that’s when the volunteers sent me what I bought yesterday, and some food, and it didn’t seem to end for a while.
“Mostly yoga, play chess. I’m sorry.
Anyway, I asked him to play chess in a small program.
He stopped and got into the game.
But in one game, I can see that this guy doesn’t know anything about chess, and I win.
“No point. * He says he quits the game and gets up and goes pouring water. *
I can’t help but laugh at a man who’s runnin’ out of nowhere. I’m sorry.
He came over with two cups of tea, which surprised me.
What the hell? A couple glass? You’re not one of those ex-Girl Yok girlfriends?
“Brother joked. * He looked at me and explained *
“Don’t explain me. I picked up the glass he handed me, the way.
He turned to the electric room, and he had a game with his brothers.
They played the computer game today, and I didn’t, and I was watching him with a glass of water.
He didn’t have headphones, he played them directly out, and I heard them again yesterday.
“Yoo Mok, I didn’t ask your roommate to play today! I’m sorry.
“She won’t. I’m sorry.
“Teach her!”
“Forget it. Looks complicated. I can’t learn. I whispered:
But they’ve heard it all. They’re starting to get up.
“It’s starting to get away! I’m sorry.
I listened to those words, and I was embarrassed to sneak away.
But at the moment when the door was closed, you heard the ink, “You scared her away.” I’m sorry.
So I spent two days with him under the same roof.
Early in the morning, I only felt a gust of abdomen and woke up.
I had to get out of the bed to the bathroom and open the covers and I saw my aunt’s blood on the mattress.
My menstrual period was always irregular, so I never recorded it, but this time it’s over.
I was too busy to pull down the mattress, throw it in the tub, sit on the toilet and do not dare to move, and I was afraid that if we came together, it would be blood.
Then turn to community workers and hope they can get them to me as quickly as possible.
Soon after, the ink knocked on my door and reminded me, “Eat. I’m sorry.
“I won’t eat that. Eat it yourself. I’m sorry.
I’m in pain, I’m strangling, as they say, it really hurts!
“What’s wrong with you? * He seems to have heard something wrong about me, a little concerned. *
“Do you have any painkillers? I’m sorry.
“Yes, wait.” And he came into his room in haste, and he said, “I will put it on your bed.” I’m sorry.
“No, you open the bathroom door and hand me a little stitch. I’m sorry.
He seemed to have hesitated, but did as I said, and very sweetly poured me a glass of hot water.
After about 10 minutes, he came in again, this time with my much-needed sanitary towels, thanks to the community workers, wooing and saving my life.
Ah, my lift, a few bags of sanitary towels in a white plastic bag, and it’s a shame in front of the ink!
I went back out of the door and took painkillers to relieve most of the pain.
“You haven’t eaten yet. Excuse me. “I look at the chopsticks and vegetables on the table with no sign of moving, and apologize.
“All right, I’ll heat it up and eat it together. I’m sorry.
After dinner, Jomo was menstruated, and I was lying on the couch holding a pillow, and I didn’t want to move at all.
The ink came with a blanket.
“Back up, don’t catch cold. The hot water bag should feel better. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe he understood that.
He seemed to have broken my mind and explained a sentence. “Don’t think. I don’t have an ex-girlfriend. I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪ Holy shit. Seriously?
I’ve never had an ex-girlfriend before. It’s too much to look at.
“What do you like? I’m sorry.
There’s gossip for everyone, and I’m no exception.
“Good character. Common subject. I’m sorry.
“That’s it? No demands on the face? I’m sorry.
“The good skin is the same, the funny soul is one. I’m sorry.
That sounds like a good point. After all, we’re close.
I’ve been on the sofa and I don’t want to move, to be precise, it’s been a while.
I fell asleep and didn’t know how long it took me to sit up.
People who thought they were playing games in the afternoon without seeing them, went to the electric room.
“The Ink of Seasonal Yogi. I’m sorry.
He looked at me with his head in his eyes, apparently with some surprise.
I just saw him live, man. Didn’t I see me?
I ran away, closed the door by the way, but I went unconsciously to open his live room and was curious.
Apparently, a girl appeared on the air, and the comment section asked if she was his girlfriend and even some keyboardman said how to find a girl like that. Ugly!
I know I’m not a beautiful woman, and I’m not surprised or scolded. The power of the network is so powerful that it’s not acceptable to us ordinary people.
And that’s when the ink opens.
“Do not judge the looks of others at will. Do you look good?” Please don’t show up on my live booth, if I have to. I’m sorry.
This maintenance warms my heart, and he’s really a very pink net.
“That girl is my neighbor and I don’t live here much, and I didn’t think it would be necessary to keep her in isolation. I’m sorry.
This explanation led to an apology from the fans, as well as thanks to me for taking their brother in.
It’s over.
The next day, the shivering came to his new work.
It looks like inventory! I didn’t see him on video these days.
But this stock, I love it. I can’t believe he can dance.
It’s just, it’s gonna be a little stingy.
I can’t help but comment.
It’s just another time, and this time I’m back.
I’m a little skeptical if this guy remembers my voice. It’s the same man who wants me every time.
I can ask you face to face, but I don’t have the guts, after all, I’m not just saying hi in his comment area, and I value my life.
Nine (updated April 11th) thought it would be near the day when the seal would be lifted, but suddenly the nucleic acids in the small areas showed abnormalities and were diagnosed after the secondary nucleic acid.
It’s a long way to go.
How did you suddenly get positive? I don’t understand. Do you understand? I’m sorry.
I grabbed his arm, I felt sorry for him.
These days, I became more familiar with him.
“Don’t understand. I’m sorry.
“But I can’t see your grief. I’m sorry.
“You look so cute, Cyndi, but you’re like a woman. I’m sorry.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
It’s like saying that a girl is cute because she’s not pretty, but I’m embarrassed to say.
No, he said I’m a woman.
What do you mean? * I looked up and I was angry and asked him. *
“Beloved, sweet.”
The ink is like a pet, touching my head, giving me hair.
I stopped talking to him and went back to my room and took a nap.
When I woke up, I felt a little dizzy and a little weak.
Oh, my God. I’m not getting any? I was in a hurry to turn on my phone and check the symptoms.
The more I look at my heart, the more I find the thermometer, the 38.4 degrees, the fever.
It’s over, I’m hit.
“Eat up, Cheong Yi. He knocked on my door and reminded me.
I didn’t answer him. He’s gonna open the door in a minute.
“Don’t come in, I-I think I’m infected. I’m sorry.
When I say this, I’m so worried, I’m sick of being infected, and I hear I’m losing my taste.
“What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
He did not listen to me and went straight into my room, and I was too busy covering myself up to touch him.
“The Iranians? I’m sorry.
“The ink, get out of here. I have a fever. I’m afraid it’s infected. I’m sorry.
He lifted my covers, put his hands on my forehead and wanted to know about me.
“Don’t cover up. I can’t run if you get infected. It’s not necessarily a new crown. It’s probably just a normal fever. You get up and eat. I’m sorry.
He didn’t give a damn, but he’s been taking care of my feelings.
“Do you hate me if I infected you?” I’m sorry.
I poked him in the arm and looked at him like a cat that was about to be abandoned by the master.
“No, it’s almost like a common cold. * He touched my head and touched me, and the pupils were filled with me *
“But I’m told it’ll be lost. I’m sorry.
I’m nervous to think of the news I saw earlier.
“No, drink more water. I’m sorry.
And then, the bell rings, and it looks like medical personnel came in and made me nucleic acid.
After the nucleic acid was taken, I was lying on the sofa, wearing masks, and all I could do now was wait for the nucleic acid results.
“Don’t cover it, take it off, have some water, have some fruit. I’m sorry.
“No, it’ll get infected. “I’ve been refusing to remove my mask, and I’m afraid of the infection.
“Good boy. I’m sorry.
He called me like that. I was on the spot, and he didn’t even take off my mask.
“Go wash up and go to bed. I’m sorry.
I realized it was more than eight o’clock, and he did it every night. I’m sorry.
“Well, don’t broadcast anymore. I’m sorry.
I’ve had a little fever, and I can’t take too long to wash, and I just washed it, and I came out.
As soon as he came out, he was sitting by my bed and looking at his cell phone, and there was hot water and medicine on the nightstand.
I didn’t think he’d be in my room. I wasn’t even wearing my underwear.
He saw me, too, and then he kept looking down at the phone, “Take the medicine, have some hot water. I’m sorry.
I took the medicine and he didn’t intend to leave.
“You,” I find it a little awkward.
“Sleep, I’m afraid you’ll burn at night and sit next to you.” I’m sorry.
♪ I can’t ♪ Are you serious? Can I sleep with such a handsome guy sitting next to me?
He was lying on the couch, the lights were off, and I didn’t know if he was asleep, but I couldn’t.
Do you sleep?
I didn’t get an answer. I thought he was asleep, but the next second he heard his voice, “No. I’m sorry.
“What fans do you reply to when you’re shaking?” “I suddenly realized that he had often turned over the cards, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he remembered my ID.
“Unsettled, interesting comments will respond. I’m sorry.
Listening to him, I’m relieved that he doesn’t remember me. There was silence in the dark room, only me and his breath.
In the middle of the night, I woke up, about because of a fever, and I was so thirsty, but afraid to disturb him, I turned on a little nightlight and came out of my room and poured water.
By the time I got back, I had to look at the ink of the season that lay two eyes on the couch.
He’s really good-looking, especially when it’s like he’s gonna make people feel better.
“Is it good?”
“You, you didn’t sleep? “I’m in a state of shock, and I feel so ashamed, and I’m caught watching.
“Well, is it good?” And he just stood up and came at me step by step, and I was running back to the corner.
“Good, good. I stammered and said,
“The Kings, staring at me in the middle of the night. What do you want? I’m sorry.
I don’t know if it’s because of the fever or because he’s too close, and I’m so confused that I look at him.
“Chou Yi, has anyone said that your eyes are beautiful? I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes.” I didn’t dare to look at him. “I’m going to sleep, so go to sleep.” I’m sorry.
He didn’t move. Instead, his hands touched my forehead.
“A little down. If you don’t look at me again, I’ll suspect you want to sleep with me. I’m sorry.
After he said that, I was just scared to get into the nest as if there were a flood beast behind me.
Until the next day,
“The ink, isn’t someone pulling me off today?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t know. If you didn’t pull it off today, it means you’re negative. I’m sorry.
And right now, someone’s come knocking.
My heart fell straight to the bottom. It was over.
“Today’s negative nucleic acid, today’s test. It’s a pill. I’m sorry.
After listening to the medical staff, I was relieved to do my nucleic acid.
After the medical staff left, I was so excited to pull the arm of the ink, “I am negative, negative. I’m sorry.
“Don’t get excited too soon, many of the infected nucleic acids are found. I’m sorry.
Well, the man was comforted yesterday and changed today.
I don’t talk to him, sit on the couch and be happy with the ipad.
The sun is bright after noon, and I’m in a good mood.
Hey, Zhiyu ink was live this afternoon.
“Something happened yesterday, so it wasn’t aired. Let’s do this afternoon. I’m sorry.
I went in and heard him say that because he took care of me, and he didn’t make it live.
I mean, he’s kind of spoiled, and the fans want to hear him sing, and he agrees.
One sky flying, this bass cannon is crazy.
He smiled at the comment section and said, “I’m still curious about this teacher, and I can get back together. I’m sorry.
He was impressed by the boldness of my comments.
And that’s when my mom called, and I went back to my room to pick up the phone.
When I came out again, I found the ink in the living room.
Aren’t you on the air?
“Well, pour a glass of water.” He looked at me like he was smiling, weird, and then he went back to the room.
The next few days, my nucleic acid tests were negative and no more fever, but it was a relief, no infection.
And then I heard the ink on the balcony on the phone, and there seemed to be some conflict.
“I won’t take this ad, whatever you say. If the company insists on me, then I’ll pay for the breach of contract. I’m sorry.
When I heard that, he had already come and was clearly unhappy.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“There’s an ad company that wants me to take it. It’s very expensive. But this product actually has problems, if my fans buy it. I’m sorry.
He’s not finished, but I understand. I’m worried about him. He’s been thinking a lot about his fans, but what if he’s broken up?
“What will happen if you cancel your contract with the company? I’m sorry.
“and the company will press me. I’m sorry.
Indeed, he was so strong in gold that the company could not easily spare him.
“I support you no matter what you do, I’m sure your millions of fans do the same. I’m sorry.
After saying that, he suddenly took me into his arms and said, “Thank you, Il.” I’m sorry.
As far as I know, he paid millions in default, but he didn’t even mention the fans.
The company’s pressure on him is on all sides, advertising, traffic…
He hasn’t been on the air for days, and the fans are confused and miss him.
One day, I woke up on a nap, and I didn’t know the Internet was blown.
I used to do the same thing, but it turns out that the vibrating hot list is the best in the season yoga.
I was so surprised that I rushed out of the room to his bedroom.
And he’s halfway on the sofa, blinding, wondering what he’s thinking.
“Do you see what you’ve got?” I’m sorry.
“Well, the company blew up, and they tried to destroy me, and then they recreated a good-faith gold-smoking. He said that it was flat and he didn’t see any emotions, but I knew it must be hard for him.
“Most of your fans are rational. I’ll show him the good comments on the phone, and encourage him, “As for this blogger’s lies, we can send a lawyer a warning. He’s not afraid of shadows. You’re messing with the company for fans, and they won’t leave you. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, Ie. I’m sorry. He apologized to me because I was involved.
Thirteen (updated on April 24) yes, I showed up on the last live show, but there was still a marketing number with a rhythm, although the ink explained it on the spot.
A few days later, the season yoga was re-opened tonight.
I sat on the couch and watched live. A lot of fans are still defending him, but there’s still a black powder in the rhythm.
“I’ll send a lawyer’s letter to anyone who’s recently invented a false marketing number. Let me clarify here that I have never been in love, that I have never been in a relationship with many women and that I have not been able to cheat. As for the girl who showed up at the last live broadcast, I also said that he was my neighbor because the epidemic isolated us and helped each other. I’m sorry.
There’s a lot of fans in the comment area who support him, and of course there’s gossip.
A: No love, no love?
Roadman b: Wow, you’re not going to be happy with the girls?
The ink looked at the comment area and laughed, and then answered the fan question.
“I’m actually interested in a fan because she’s bold in my comment section. I’m sorry.
Who?
“The View. I’m sorry.
That’s just the way it is, man. I’ve been commenting on it a few times and I’ve kept him in mind for so long.
And at this point, a lot of fans reacted, thinking about me, a lot of people.
And I didn’t even get away with it, and I got caught in the air by eyeballs.
I was in a hurry to type in the comment section, and I was really curious as to what he thought of me.
I’m not a pretty girl, but I’m a soft-looking girl.
“So nervous? I was just wondering what kind of girl it was. I didn’t expect to be a married girl. “My roommate,” he said with a little funny look, and then he did, and my heart spoke of my voice, and I couldn’t help wondering the answer.
“My roommate… how can I tell you this? Do you know someone or do you have to do it on your own instead of listening to others? I’m sorry.
Well, it’s the people who go around the network, and that’s nothing. I still don’t know what I look like to him.
The live broadcast tonight also explains everything, and the rest is for the lawyers.
And then there’s another good news. In three days, the seal can be lifted.
“The ink, three days later, was unsealed. “I’m a little excited to pull his arm, and I’m a little bit excited to finish.
I don’t think I’ll be in touch with this million Internet red after the seal is lifted.
“Are you happy? Quarterly Yogi suddenly asked me:
“It’s been so long. It’s gonna be fun to unseal it. I laughed and thought he was going back to Hangzhou. “Did you go back to Hangzhou after the isolation? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“It looks like I’m going to be able to reach the millions more. I’m a little impressed.
“You can choose to keep in touch. I’m sorry.
What does he mean?
He came to me with his face, and I was unconsciously hiding, looking at the handsome face in front of me, and I couldn’t help it.
“You, you, what does that mean? I’m sorry.
“How is it true that Mr. Szee’s online boxing is the only one who can do it?” I’m sorry.
I was standing right there. How did he know I was id? When did he know?
When I thought I’d been high in his comment section, I’d rather dig a hole in it.
“I didn’t mean to talk, I couldn’t kiss, I split. Let’s try it.”
I haven’t been able to react yet, and he just kissed me, and I’m totally led by him, and I’m getting lost.
“Don’t kiss?”
His voice became more tempting with his bass gun.
“You, you took advantage of me! What do you mean?” I was angry at him.
“I thought you said you’d get back together, huh? I’m sorry.
Dude, when did this guy get so vengeful and mention what I said in the comment section?
“Do you like me? I’m sorry.
“Doesn’t like you kissing? * He touched my hair and answered *
“When did you know I.D.? “I think it’s a shame what I said before, and who could think of getting caught by the Lord?”
“There was someone on the air who didn’t turn off the iPad, and I came out to pour water. I’m sorry.
I’m thinking about it. That’s why he found out when he thought he had a weird look.
“So, you live at night on purpose! “I reacted and condemned him with my eyes.
“It’s also a psychological preparation for a fan, after all, to be made public in the future. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe he’s been thinking this far.
“Who said anything about being with you? “I whispered.
“Oh, yeah? Do you want to get the fan of the live studio to testify?” I’m sorry.
The 15th (update May 8th) “Goodbye, I knew I’d be separated from the million Internet reds, and I wasn’t high at the comment section.” I’m a little upset to say, but at the same time there’s a little bit of happiness.
“Then I can’t find such a lovely girlfriend. “The Zenith of Yogi smiled and laughed.
“To be honest, is it for the online video teacher or for your roommate? I’m sorry.
“Isn’t it all you?” He said, “There’s something he can’t help.”
“It’s different!”
To be honest, I’m more curious to know whether the video teacher who used to be on the Internet kept him alive or when he was in isolation with me.
“The fool, of course it’s you. The video teacher on the Internet just made me feel funny, but I can’t be excited about a friend. It’s just you who made fun of him in the air. I’m sorry.
I have to say, his answer is very satisfactory to me.
Soon, three days passed, and the neighborhood finally unsealed.
Are you going back to Hangzhou? * I suddenly thought of this question and said, * Is this just a time of love?
“Well, this time I’m going back to Hangzhou with something. I’m sorry.
“What?” I looked at him a little bit.
“Dumbs, take the box and take you back to Hangzhou. I’m sorry.
He said he held me up and I put me in the suitcase, and I grabbed him around the neck, and he hung him.
“Then take me away! I’m sorry.
“Well, take away forever. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
