The perfect future of rebirth

In all the best times, it is actually flashing our shadow. Because of the memory of this kind of thing, there is no way to erase, we can do it, you can only say slowly, keep recalling memories, let new memory buried old memories. Let the years bring us to the table of life and die, treat yourself as a bet.

That day, Zhao Poisheng didn't remember how many wine they had drank, because until the end, the restaurant's boss said, there is no wine.

Fortunately, Zhao Poisheng remembered the account before losing memory.

Everyone is drunk, including Zhao Poisheng, in the meantime, he seems to be in the past and present, and there are many people around them, and there are many dishes on the table. There are also many wine in the cup.

That is the most proud of us, that is the most romantic us, that is the most inconvented us.

That is his most proud youth.

Around, there is the best friend, and the annual wheel of the circle.

Star Hui, work hard, the brightest radiance, when the night is coming, those long wait, watch, embarrassing, loneliness, will become righteous, it is worth everyone to cherish.

I used to have a tear of the tears because of the happiness, and I will have tears because of happiness.

"There is a day, I Tan Jie wants to be famous!"

"There is a day, I want to fly Huang Tengda!"

"One day, my Wang Zhen wants to come out!"

"There is a day, I Zhao Poked, I have to be the world's richest."

Four young men helped each other, and shouting at the sky while walking.

Moonlight photos in their body, pull the shadow, gradually, finally disappeared ..................

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Write a clear thing to make a clear thing and write a poem. Writing into an article called bullying paper, written into a book is called to die, and a sentence does not say, it is called a smile.

I don't know how long the time has been in the past, and Zhao Poked is half-awaited, and the look of the sky is focused on the ceiling of the dormitory. After two or three seconds, he let him wake up.

"I drunk yesterday!"

Zhao Poked's mind flashed such a thought, and then the whole person felt that his headache was dead.

The air is filled with a rich alcoholic taste, as well as the sorrow, lift the head, Zhao Po losses finds which born socks on the edge of the pillow, actually throw there.

Take the sock with two fingers, hold breathing, Zhao Poisheng will throw it to the door, as for the sock, will wake up, will not find himself, it is not within his consideration.

Zhao Po, who is headache is now dizzy, and the brain is blank. He even thinks that he doesn't even sit together.

Go to the bed to touch the phone to see the phone. For him who don't love to wear a watch, this is getting used to it, but the fingers have grown on the bed, but they don't catch things in the expected.

Zhao Poisheng, which is a bit, finally wakes up, holds it, but finds that he has nothing to do, it is true, but more importantly, Zhao Poisheng found that his clothes are actually thrown on the bedside.

Not only that, but all the entire dormitory is all clothes pants.

Fortunately, before I went out yesterday, Wen Yu and Tan Kai were tangled. It is said that the leadership of the school will come to the college's dormitory, so they simply pack their health, otherwise, according to the health status, Zhao Poisheng estimates her clothes. It can be thrown away directly.

"Fortunately, look after drinking too much, I returned to the dormitory." Zhao Po is fortunate to think about it. Since I have come back, then I have not made what is drunk.

Sometimes, people's emotions have been suppressed for a long time, it really needs to be released.

I looked around, and the roommates were still sleeping, and Zhao Poked his head, got up and wearing clothes, holding a tooth to go to the buffet, come back, these guys still don't mean.

Throwing a few people's clothes into bed, Zhao Pokedly left the dormitory.

The weather is good, suitable for walking.

Today is the weekend, there are a lot of people in the campus, three five into groups, become a pair, Zhao Po live did not go to the watch, but went to a bun shop, I have to have three buns, I have a bowl of porridge, sit There is a breakfast in the slow boss.

He is very enjoyable, at least, now you don't have to live in order to live like our last life.

What is the most sad place in poverty, that is, what will always feel, in addition to using the life, don't be there, because of your own life, it is better than paper.

It is said that people are in middle-aged, sometimes it is really tired, I can't wait to sleep, because when I opened my eyes, you are the firewood salt, my father, my son, my husband, is not myself.

When you open your eyes, you can only be in the dream, even if you cry, you can only give you a high-hoping identity.

"Fortunately, there is a chance." Zhao Poked his head and looked at the blue sky and he belked from the voice.

"Beingbell!"

A phone rang, low, looked at the strange number, Zhao Poked her brow wrinkled, this year should have no telecommunications fraud, the trick, not familiar, definitely do not know his number.

"Hello, I am Zhao Po." Press the touch button, and Zhao Poked passengers said.

"I know that you are Zhao Po."

In the phone, the Victims have no sound sound: "Wake up?"

"Ok?"

Only use three words, the fan baby successfully enters the status of Zhao Poked body from completely relaxing. "What is going on?"

I asked these four words in my mouth, but I was mall crazy in my mind. After I was drunk last night, what did you do?

Listening to this session of the Fan Baby, it seems that I have called her last night.

"What happened, I called me in the middle of the night, I said a big stack of seven-eight things, I still want to ask you, what happened?" Fan Bao snorted, said to Zhao Po.: "Come come , You explain to me explained, what is it told me? Don't be hidden in the rules? What is you waiting for you to make money? "

"Cough ..." Zhao Poked a dry cough, the whole person's face was red, he didn't expect, after drinking more, actually did this.

To know that these words, he occasionally, he occasionally remembered the fan baby, and the thing is thinking, and now, it is actually all in the case of drunk.

His hesitation, Zhao Poked carefully: "That, I didn't say anything else?"

"There is nothing else, I tell you, I will drink more thanks to call me later, I heard it?" Fan Bao said, and the sound hangs.

Can Zhao Poisheng always feels that this girl seems to be a little guilty.

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