Searching for Sound and Path

Pre-receipt of the copywriting of "Fish in Xiu Zhong" and "Flawed Bones" is below [Psychogenic Aphasia Suffering & Veterans Suffering] [Resident Amateur Painter & Bartender] [Road article/poor body shape] "Two souls never meet by chance." After they got together, Qi Siqian deliberately asked Xun Shizhen to practice speaking more. Night is the time when mental defenses are most easily lost. Qi Siqian held the person's chin and whispered in his ear: "Be good, I'll let you go if you tell me a complete sentence." Xun Shizhen resisted his voice and spoke, but he could not resist the violent storm behind him. With redness at the end of his eyes and blurry with tears, he trembled and made a broken voice: "Qi Siqian... Brother Qi... Let me go..." This was the most complete sentence in recent days. He was greeted by heavier raindrops and fierce wind and waves. He is like a small boat, and Qi Siqian is the commander at the rudder, controlling its direction. During the turbulence, he thought, Brother Qi is a liar. But he likes it. --- After returning to Jingjiang City, Peng Wei was curious as to how Xun Shizhen could speak despite the shadow of many years. Xun Shizhen's eyes averted, his face flushed, and he hesitated: "Just... He takes me to exercise together. If I can't hold on any longer, I have to ask him." Peng Wei suddenly realized: "Exercise is good for physical and mental health, no wonder." Xun Shizhen lowered his head with guilty conscience. This movement is not that movement. Shuangjie&HE －－－－Advance copy copy of "Blemished Bones"－－ [Dance shoes x black leather shoes] [Mixed-blood sweetheart dance student X superficial abstinence dominates the attack] [Double fishing system = hook] A dance studio on the top floor of a suburban villa. Jiang Feiyao put his hands on the support pole, and Qin Haofeng approached from behind. He held his slender waist and asked with a chuckle: "Fei Yao, Yao Yao, do you know what the word "Fei" in your name means?" Jiang Xiyao bit his lip and remained silent. Qin Haofeng smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes, and put his big hand into his white palm holding the armrest: "It describes the appearance of sweating like rain." He looked at the figure in the floor-to-ceiling mirror: "Just like what Yuanyuan is now." A sharp whistle suddenly sounded outside the window, covering up the undetectable sobs in the room. At night, Qin Haofeng, who was kicked out of the bedroom, took his pillow and went to the study. [The copy has been screenshotted for certification] [This article is exclusively published by Jinjiang Literature City! Reprinting is strictly prohibited! Once discovered, the relevant perpetrators will be held legally responsible according to law! ! ! Mission: Everything you meet is God's will, and everything you have is luck.