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Zhao Laoba is the youngest son of my great-uncle, my grandma's nephew, and my mother's cousin. He is a child at home and was born in the late 1950s. He was born prematurely, and his uncle couldn't wait to give birth to him when he was less than eight months pregnant. When he was born, in the middle of the night in late autumn, there were lightning, thunder, pouring rain, and a strange sign from the sky! The midwife jumped in fear as she held her hand in her arms: Is this a human being or a weasel cub? You have a sallow complexion and thin muscles, and you only weigh four pounds? It's as long as an adult's feet; can you fucking live on them? Not to mention, there was no movement at all after birth: no crying, no laughing, and no fuss! It really corresponds to the idiom: I can't laugh or cry! The most incredible thing is: this person was born with his eyes and hands open! Most of the hands of newborns are in a fist state, which is medically explained as underdevelopment of the cerebral cortex; in metaphysics, it is called the "Vajra Mudra"! Of course, there are also some people who have their fingers spread apart; their eyes are also special, with their rolling eyes! Creepy!

In her previous life, she had experienced various painful experiments, but she didn't know what they were. Until that moment, she understood that family love is warm. He is the leader of the demon world. It is said that he is ruthless and evil, but he always protects her. This is a love story of darkness and darkness, pretense and attempted pretense. (Use your cute finger to click to favorite or comment -(￢?￢)Σ)

Qiu Jianzhuang caught a glimpse of Qiu Jianmei at the intersection where Government Street in Luo Town extends toward Fei Town. Sister Qiu Jianmei stood in the middle of the intersection, holding the handle of her bicycle with one hand and making beat-like gestures with the other to talk to people. Her body facing the sun was painted by the sun, making her slim and radiant. Qiu Jianzhuang recognized his sister's beauty from the bottom of his heart. When they were little, the siblings were playing next to their mother. When her mother saw a stain on her sister's face, she asked her to wash it off, saying she would be ugly if she didn't. Qiu Jianzhuang pulled his sister's arm forward and said that she didn't need to wash it and she looked good even without washing it. The mother and daughter were amused and laughed. Mother said, Zhuangzhuang, tell me why my sister is so good-looking. I don't know, but it looks good anyway. My sister came over and said, "Who doesn't know you are being naughty?" She complimented her so that she could lead you to play.

Have you ever regretted every relationship and every injury? Regret? What's the use? If you could do it over again, never fall in love again. I would rather be broken into pieces, I would rather suffer humiliation, I would rather lose my soul, I just don't want to see you, love you, and be with you.

The hospital clock stopped at 7:30, and it had been stopped for three days. The strange thing is that the patient from three days ago has not been sent in yet. The nurse told me that the patient was dead. But according to monitoring, the patient is still at home and has never left the house. The chain of cause and effect is broken. First there is death, then there is a cause. Through the window of space, I saw another version of myself - she was in ancient times, about to worship heaven and earth. At that moment, I suddenly understood: The world is crazy, and so am I.

The first time Xi Xiangtao and I talked was in front of the window where the steamed buns were sold in the school cafeteria. We had flirted with each other many times before. I really like the oily milky smell in her voice. Most of the good-looking girls in the class spoke as crisply as the bells on campus, so crisply that I felt like I would never have anything to do with them. I was fascinated by her voice even before I was assigned to the same class as Xiangtao. Every time I leave the classroom, I can't help but be sensitive to her voice, which is filled with the smell of milk. Her voice was so precious that it took several days to find it. It was not found through searching, but encountered accidentally. It came in a hurry and disappeared in an instant. The most vivid memory I heard was in the corner of the sports equipment room.

The vegetable garden of Geng Lao San's family used to be called the vegetable garden of Geng Lao Er's family. I also called it the vegetable garden of Mr. Geng's family. The vegetable garden of Geng Lao's family was cheered for the shortest time, and it was cheered together with the vegetable garden of Geng Lao Er's family. Without Geng Lao Er, there would be no big brother Geng.