Nothing. Why did you get that name again? !
Little stutter is pure and natural. I can’t figure out his taste. My eyelids droop. She nodded and continued to say "hmm"
"What’s his name?"
"Cheng Cheng Jia"
"Sure enough, even fame is academic, which really matches your family … Your parents don’t have any opinions this time, do they?" It’s a big problem that you have to keep getting up and like someone. You always ponder over how many men and women’s feelings are floating at that point in some trivial things. It’s not free and easy enough, and so is Jiang Dazhi.
Smell speech stutter didn’t speak.
Her parents really like the Cheng family urging them to make progress every day.
But she doesn’t like lying, and she doesn’t want to admit directly that she made Jiang Dazhi sad and scratched his heart, which made him feel restless and bored. Without her, money would be meaningless.
Jiang Dazhi didn’t go on to say that Cheng Jia suddenly said when they stepped on the last step, "I’m sorry for the stuttering sister. Of course, it’s still your parents. At that time, my parents did hurt their hearts. I really understand why they didn’t like me. I wouldn’t understand if I had a daughter who went to my boyfriend’s house and was hurt and wronged like that …"
"Not in the past …"
Sister stuttering at the thought of that really hasn’t finished yet.
That day, she was watched by the villagers like a red-ass monkey, pointing out that she was stupid or stuttering, that there was something wrong with the city and that she couldn’t get married, and that her daughter was not good enough for Jiang Dazhi …
That day was the darkest day in her life which was well protected by her parents.
Jiang Dazhi also silence his words.
If he had a daughter.
Suddenly a rather strange idea flashed through my mind.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if he really had a daughter who could be a little pink ball like a stuttering girl and stammer when she was shy? What, his parents just can’t be white? Aft years of struggle, he dare not expect his parents to understand his feelings.
People in one era are people in one world, and one world can never understand another world.
Sigh at his novel "The overpass ahead is selling forks. Do you want to buy some?"
Paicha is a stuttering girl who likes snacks very much. Every time they come to the new century to see the film break, she will buy two bags, one of which will make her face blush as she walks, while the other bag will be taken home to eat, which shows how much she likes this kind of food.
Unfortunately, this time she shook her head assiduously.
"No, no …"
"Don’t you like it?"
"… no, no" The little stammer continued to shake her head without giving an explanation, and her footsteps got bigger. With her hurried footsteps, a long black hair streamed like a rag on her delicate shoulders, and the hair tips danced with her footsteps, swaying a special warm arc in this winter.
This radian is Jiang Dazhi’s favorite.
He prefers to watch her hair shake …
Reach out and he touched her hair like that, and a lot of charming fantasies came into being.
He remembers the day when she hung her hair like this and hugged him tightly, saying that she wanted him …
He remembered her blushing little face and each other’s violent heartbeat.
Section 361
Finger hair feels warm to the touch, like aquatic plants growing in the heart lake, winding around his heart a little.
It is no longer possible to untie the shackles.
"… here we are …"
I walked to the car, stuttering a little embarrassed, waking up the man who was absent
After Jiang Dazhi’s eyes were dark and his brain was cleared, it was his long sigh and nai.
"Well, the car!"
I shook hands for a long time and finally let go.
The palm stutters when the cool breeze comes, which is somewhat incomprehensible.
I can’t understand whether it is relieved or empty to let go of my hand!
……
……
Ready to save little stutter, Comrade Baoqi is looking forward to being saved.
Since the cold owl car, he has taken it all the way out of Kyoto. I don’t know where to go. The road is getting more and more remote, and the high-speed car is getting faster and faster. It takes almost three hours to stop.
Oh, buy a pimple-
The first reaction of the car is that Baoqi wants to say these four words.
Overlooking the towering mountains in front of us, a lush forest is quiet and far away, as quiet as an old man who has gone through years of vicissitudes.
Before coming, my uncle said to take her to a good place.
She admitted that it was really a nice place to be surprised.
Especially in the middle of the night, it is convenient to do something bad.
The car can’t go any further here. The cold owl stopped the car at the foot of the mountain and took her along the moss-covered path to the depths of the mountain. All the way, various plants stretched out branches from time to time to block the way. When walking in the ravine, many unknown birds fluttered their wings in horror at night and flew out of the forest.
Bao Qi was surprised. Every time he looked up, he could see birds skimming through the grass or rushing into the forest in the not-so-bright sky.
Well!
The scenery is good, chic and chic.
But isn’t it terrible to be in such a quiet place where you can hear the water drops in the mountains? !
Especially hateful men don’t even hold her hand-she walks askew in the mountains.
What the hell are you doing? She didn’t ask.
Because no matter whether he wants to rape first and then kill, or kill first and then rape, she knows that this man has made a decision, and she can’t refuse or break free. It is better to cooperate with the death and look at it step by step.
Deep in the mountains
Baoqi’s feet are so sour that she can’t walk. She is nestled in a ravine. She is so tired that she is panting at the bottom of a big tree. No matter what she says, she won’t walk. "Uncle, I can’t walk. If you want to kill me, it’s up to you!"
Lift the wrist looked at the military watch cold owl frown.
Sitting next to her, he still relented. She rested and concentrated on getting up and taking her backpack from the car.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Look at the way he is so absorbed in wringing his eyebrows that he is almost preparing for the war.
The cold owl doesn’t answer. The outline of the side face looks cold and cloudy in the deep mountain and dark night.
Staring at him, staring at his natural cell sensitivity, Comrade Bao Qi felt more and more wrong.
"Uncle … hello?"
"Well" finally answered.
"What are you doing?"
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