Heavenly Star

Do you really want to give it to him... but it is something you have touched, and if you give it to him, will it be considered...

In a panic, she made the devil shout softly again: "I... brought it. ”

The eyes brush softly towards the flowers, most of them with surprising and confusing colors. Because... how obvious a hint is that a woman sends a man a jade.

Can't believe Miss Hana...

The corner of Ye Wuchen's mouth bent, then moved forward, quickly walking to the flower water soft body. At this time, flowers and water had an extra jade shortcut in her hands, all over the jade crystal clear, small and luminous, while her soft little hands were bright and snowy, looking like jade shortcut still a few points crystal clear.

As Ye Wuchen approached, a strange male flashed her dizziness. She dared not raise her head to make the flowers soft. She lowered her head and lifted Cuiyu's short cock with a slight tremor in her arms. Ye Wuchen smiled and took it. Her right hand naturally touched her greasy palm. Flowery hands retracted like electric shock, then held together between her knees, her face was red and powdered, in her memory, the first time she had been touched by hands other than her loved ones. For this conservative woman, this is enough to make her sleep unstable tonight.

“The legacy of a beauty, never to be forgotten.” Ye Wuchen smiled. He turned around and walked to the scene, while enjoying Cuiyu's short cock in his hand, softly said: “Jade is sharp, such as the daughter's skin, gentle and soft jade, the girl's lips are still fragrant, but there is no such thing as Chen abrupt. ”

With such teasing words, the people present were silenced, and the flowers were softer and more "slurred”, burying their heads deep in their chests, shy of wanting to flee immediately.

Lin Xiao's face changed again and again. The faint smile on his face had long been completely deformed. The woman who loves herself and is engaged to herself gives her jade cock to a man in front of all eyes… and is outnumbered by her man in all respects, which is totally tantamount to putting a knife in his heart once again, painfully he wants to roar out loud.

“Shorty, don't you regret it?” Dragonfly asked.

Although the blowing method is basically the same as the blowing method, the blowing method is obviously less than the blowing method above the sound quality. And it's hard to get used to short chops in a short time, and vice versa.

Ye Wuchen nodded and smiled: “This song... is for me. ”

Play for yourself - Lin Xiao and Ye Wuchen, one song for the dead mother and one song for yourself. One with a long one, one with a short one. Playing for his dead mother, his filial heart first infected three points, playing for himself, appeared relatively flat. Whether it is the initial feeling or the use of the cock, Ye Wuchen has all fallen into the wind.

Ye Wuchen gently pressed Cui Yu against his lips, and a light and pleasant scent slowly escaped into his nose. The flowers covered her face softly and her face was hot and scary. Because only her lips touched there, but now... she is afraid to go on thinking, for this young girl, who has never been alone with a man except her father, and whose emotions are even blank, this has even touched the bottom line of her psychological endurance. In her mind, such “intimate” contact can only be made between husband and wife.

I don't think she's going to sleep peacefully tonight.

Yet, people waited for a long time, without the sound of a chorus, Ye Wuchen stood there so still, like a weathered fossil. Finally, his eyes closed gently, and from this moment on, people suddenly felt that his temperament had changed dramatically, even the surrounding atmosphere had changed dramatically, and in a brief silence, a slight sense of repression emerged from the bottom of their hearts and grew stronger until it was almost hard to breathe to repress them, and their chest was pressed against a heavy iron plate.

Sad emotions, can't stop...

A note blows gently, very gently, as if it were a breeze. Yet it is this slight note that clearly enters everyone's ears, and in the heart, makes the whole square instantly smell like a needle… Even the world, as if it had become quiet at this moment, without a single murmur, only the rest of that note surrounds the ear and hasn't dispersed for a long time.

Another short and slight note, everyone feels that their hearts have been slightly knocked, shaking slightly in silence.

The rhythm of the notes finally began to accelerate slowly, and so did the tremors in their hearts, until the notes were finally practiced into a melancholy, heartbreaking movement. The tone was still so slight that it seemed like a breeze could blow it away completely, but everyone on the field heard it so clearly that it didn't seem to ring in their ears, but gradually came from the deepest part of their hearts, making them afraid to make a slight sound, afraid to interrupt it.

A bright day, a bleak wind, a little grass quietly showing its head and gauging the world. Its emergence bears too much joy, too much hope. In the warmth, the weed grew up, showing the world its freshness and dynasty, but the wind… is still bleak, and from time to time it shivers quietly in the wind.

One day, the clouds were suddenly thick in the sky, and the dark clouds were heavily and terribly oppressive and could not breathe. Finally, the thunderbolt sounded, the blazing thunder cut open the clouds, the rain poured down, and the wind blew, ruthlessly destroying the naive little grass. In the midst of a catastrophic blow, it did not fall, but remained arrogant and stood up to its body, letting the wind whistle and the rain bite its teeth tightly, because it could not fall.

People's hearts are slowly tightening, painful.

Overnight wind and rain, it became infinitely weak, but eventually it didn't fall, but turned to the sky and made a triumphant gesture.

However, its catastrophe is far from over, but has just begun. It continues to grow slowly, until one day, when a more violent storm strikes, it still uses its full strength to support its naive body without fear, the resistant...

Ye Wuchen's eyes slightly wet, but soon dispersed. In his vague memories, he saw his vague childhood. He saw that only three years old himself died biting the teeth, because of too much force, even seeping silk blood between the teeth, the expression was so twisted, the body trembled so violently, because what kind of pain he endured at that time, the pain only he had endured in the world, a thousand times more painful than sticking a knife in his body, a thousand times more painful... but in front of such pain, he did not make a single sound, because he had to bear everything, couldn't let his mother know, couldn't let her worry, couldn't fall... because he waited too long for that hope.

Mom... who are you? Where is it now? Why was I so dependent on you at the time, and these two words made me so warm inside, so warm to cry.

And what is that hope? Why you can't see no matter how hard you try.

And why did you suffer like that once a month, like you did half a month ago —— no! Not only was it completely different, but it was more painful than it was half a month ago.

What kind of past do I have?

Who am I?

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