Embroidered women’s square backyard a haystack edge with a silvery white figure lazy leaning upward looking at the right hand holding a flute and the left hand blowing fondly.
Na Di is also silvery white, thin, long and delicate, and is occasionally blown away by his bangs. It is a sad flute, but even if it is not perfect, it is a magic that touches people’s hearts. It seems that through this sound, he can understand his loneliness and sadness.
He looks like a watercolor painting on the side, but it loses its bright color. There is a hint of melancholy in his beautiful brow. Is he thinking about her woman? The woman who is heavier than him is a sworn enemy, but she wants to hear the sad story in his heart before she feels attracted.
Are you OK
Korea curled her lips and asked for courage. Do you know that he has to borrow eleven courage to speak? He may choke her to death with a word.
What are you doing here if you’re not dead
Come on, it was you who woke me up in the middle of the night by playing the flute, okay? You have to make it up to me.
compensate
Put Yu Di back in your arms, and Cass turned his eyebrows and glanced at the girl who didn’t want to die, mocking and laughing at jokes. I’ll compensate you for being a shit, afraid of noise and not blocking your ears.
When you still shut up, opening your mouth is full of miscellaneous things, but I wonder why you look so fierce and now you seem so sad.
None of your business.
Cass replied coldly that he refused to let her go thousands of miles away. His hands were clenched into fists and he stared at the sky, and his red eyes were hazy and misty.
Is that the woman? She is not afraid of death to ask, is she? You said that you lost something and you divided it?
She’s dead.
Cass replied gloomily, and then he looked up from his arms and drank with a thump. He was handsome, illusory, but also sad. Seeing the reality in the center of her eyes didn’t feel good, and he felt a little bit distressed.
I was killed the day before I got married
The wine slipped into the skirt along the Adam’s apple, and the ice was as cold as his mouth. That day, the aliens were more like her bright eyes.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, kass suddenly burst into laughter. The wine choked his throat and poof sprayed from his mouth to aggravate his cough. I couldn’t save her cough. His cough was horrible. It was horrible. Like coughing and dying, the blood from the corners of his mouth dripped down the tip of his tongue, and tears ran down his eyes like a feather fan. The northwest wind blew hard with him.
Don’t cough. Korea threw her arms around him from behind, patted his slim back and shouted, Stop coughing.
girl
Cass suddenly turned around and held Korea crooked firmly in his arms, and put his head into her tender neck. Cold liquid dripped into it. He was sad and painful. He took measures to make her see clearly. Korea crooked back and hugged him, warming his cold body in the cold northwest wind. At that moment, he was desperate to appease and hug, which seemed destined to make him and her meet. Even though it was noisy, he was heartless and hurt his arms.
Being hugged tightly by him seems to be rubbing into his charming body, and his cheeks are inadvertently red. He hangs his head and plops his heart, which seems to miss half a beat. It is strange that he is really delicious and fascinating when he is sad, which makes her feel this strange illusion.
You’ve had enough hugs.
Half a ring, Cass raised his eyes, tears in the corner of his eyes dried up, and bangs covered up the red and swollen traces. He returned to his usual grumpy and arrogant appearance. His eyes seemed to be contemptuous and pampered. Just now, his fragile traces were blown clean by the northwest wind, leaving a noble body to repel her. His evil spirit sarcastic tone made Korea look up and push him to one side. This man was simply a chameleon.
Me, me.
I haven’t hugged enough.
Hey, what’s that tone of voice? It seems that I’m greedy and you’re broken. If I don’t look at you like you’re going to die of grief, I’m too lazy to hug you. I’m not interested in your roots. I wish you could cough Han up and curl your mouth. He’s a brute. He doesn’t talk, but when he talks, he’ll get into trouble. Put an end to women’s kindness to him and live by that story. However, there is no denying that it makes her feel bad when he cries, especially when he cries, it’s like
You are not greedy
Cass curled her lips and didn’t believe that the greed of a brothel woman like her was sex milk or mother was just gentle, just trying to satisfy her own selfish desires.
Ha, ha, ha. I don’t care if you cough to death
casual
Cass cold hum lip sneer to his liking.
Make you sad to death
hahaha