*This is the third time I have applied it, and I cried. Before, my hand was so slippery that I really wanted to eat it.
The rebellious girl Cheng Yao followed her unreliable mother's second marriage to Shi Zhengxiang's home. The man also had a son named Shi Ming.
The huge villa made Cheng Yao, who was wearing very old clothes, look out of place.
In this way, the four people formed an incomplete family.
Cheng Yao rejects everything, she doesn't like it here, and she even has thoughts of committing suicide.
When she went to school, she was late and saw a row of people standing at the school gate, and standing in front of that group of people was the principal "Guangguangguang" who was teaching people earnestly.
She knew she couldn't go through the gate, so she glanced around and saw that the low fence next to the school was a good place.
After climbing up the wall easily, Cheng Yao planned to go down.
"That wall climber over there! Who are you!" Wei Guang yelled at Cheng Yao.
With a jolt, Cheng Yao slipped down.
The imagined pain did not come, and what followed was another person's scream.
"! Damn it, it hurts..." Qin Yun, who was sleeping lazily in the sun, was suddenly woken up by the impact, "If you're not a buddy, who are you?"
"Sorry..." Cheng Yao apologized and immediately stood up to leave.
Another kick landed on the instep of Qin Yun, who was still lying on the ground and twisted.
It hurts, it hurts my heart, it hurts and I miss it, it hurts so much! !
"..." There was a deafening silence.
Suddenly, Cheng Yao was grabbed by someone: "I finally caught you, let me see who you are..."
Wei Guang took a closer look: "Comrade Cheng Yao? How could you..."
His peripheral vision glanced at Qin Yun, who was still holding his feet and twisting around, and a bright light bulb appeared in his mind.
"It turns out it's you. No wonder why you climbed the wall with your good comrades, Qin Yun!"
Qin Yun, who was inexplicably named:? No one speaks up for me?
Ever since, the two of them were taken to their class teacher's office, and then started a bloody sadomasochism (crossed out), campus life.
Os: I was so exhausted that my hands were cramping and I was crying.
Also, I don't have money to customize the cover, so I just use the one that comes with the system. There may be a little bit of boob, a little bit of it, and a little bit of simplicity (crying).
The author is at the level of a primary school student, and the writing he writes may be as hard to swallow as shit. These days, writing is hard to write and shit is hard to eat.
Please forgive me?
Intention: What is the intention (confused)