"If Han Xin is an angel that fell from the sky, then I, Hu Xiaoqing, am a piece of shit that fell from the sky." I looked at the computer screen calmly, extremely calm and sincere.
A head popped out of the upper bunk, and Lin Shuang said seriously: "Then Lu Liangqiu is a dog that fell from the sky.
Lin Shuang retracted his head for a few seconds and then poked it out again, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "It's still at the level of a Roaring Sky Dog. "
"The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan... Shuang'er, I want to be a Scottish shepherd now. We cannot stop others from developing. " He picked up the half bottle of Coke on the table and threw it in a parabola.
"Ah - holy shit, you want to murder your husband! "
I pushed up my 600-degree thick glasses on the bridge of my nose, raised my face, smiled and said to my sister on the upper bunk: "Believe it or not, I am my husband. "