While Pretending

On the first day of the new apartment in Wuyan Xiangxin, Song Ci, the new resident of No. 317, Had just tidied up the house when a pig-like wail came from No. 318 Next door. No, a living person mourns? Are the neighbors like this this time? In the middle of the night, instead of playing the king, I practice suona. There are sounds of pots being thrown and cries banging on the door. As a contemporary Buddhist high school student, Song Ci adheres to the life philosophy of "if you can do something, don't do anything, if you can call the police, don't knock on the door." He took out his mobile phone and made one operation: "Hello 110? Someone here is engaged in an immersive crying experience. The midnight show does not charge money but adds heartbeats. The progress bar is currently at the stage of throwing the kettle. I suggest sending a policewoman with noise-canceling headphones -" As soon as I hung up the phone, there was a loud bang at the door. Song lyrics:...... The surface is soft, but in reality the tongue is poisonous. It is attacked by the contrast between being soft on the outside and hard on the inside. Song poetry (receiving)×Tang poetry (offending) "Weak Scholar" × "Gentle and Kind" —— Peerless sweet article + sweet + Aba Aba + I don't know the author +...... The author doesn't know what to do next~ Intention: As long as you can't learn to die, learn to die.