Xia Lang has nothing to say, nothing to ask, what to say, what to do, as if everything has been doomed, there is no good solution at all, everything is speechless.

Is there really nothing to say, nothing to ask, what else can be thought of, what does everything have to do with him, Xia Lang couldn't figure out what was going on, what else could be said, what else could be asked, what was wrong.

No one can know his feelings, and no one can figure out what is going on, the only thing that is certain is that these things have never had anything to do with him, and they have always been self-inflicted.

Xia Lang has nothing to say, nothing to ask, what else can he think about, this world makes him more and more speechless, Xia Lang's emotions almost collapsed, but there is nothing to say, and there is nothing to think,

However, at this moment, there are other troubles, for example, there is a person who found Zhu Xiaoxiao, he came to Zhu Xiaoxiao, and said to Zhu Xiaoxiao, "Do you know what I think?"

"I don't know what you're thinking or why you're there, but all I can know is you'd better hurry up and get away. Zhu Xiaoxiao said to the man.

The man smiled, "That's pretty boring what you're saying." ”

Zhu Xiaoxiao also didn't know what to say, didn't understand what else to say, and didn't know what he should say.

Or, all this is what makes him feel collapsed, Xia Lang is speechless, he really doesn't know how to say, how to ask, what else can he think.

Xia Lang thought about these questions, and there was nothing to say, let alone ask, what was going on, perhaps, how did he get involved in things that had never been related to him.

No one can answer his question, no one can understand, let alone understand, what should be done to maintain the status quo, perhaps, there is never anything that he can understand, what should he think about these questions, all the problems, what else can be said.

If life is really like this, perhaps, everything has collapsed a little, Xia Lang looked at the scene in front of him, and he didn't know what else to think about, what else to ask.

Perhaps, these things have never had anything to do with themselves, perhaps, the same is true of people's lives, it really makes me feel tired, perhaps, there is really nothing to say.

What the hell is going on, what else can be said, what do you think, or, these things really don't have much to do with yourself, and people's lives are also very boring.

There has never been anything that belongs to oneself, so there have always been many things that are not worth cherishing, and a person's life is too boring.

What else can I think about, what else can I ask, no, never, my life is really too tiring.

Xia Lang can also see it now, does that person like Zhu Xiaoxiao? If so, what should he do, what should he ask, can't these things have nothing to do with him?

No, it must be related, so what should I do, so confused, Xia Lang's mood became extremely uncomfortable, he didn't know why his life came to this road, and he couldn't understand these things at all.

However, he also knew that he had to figure out these issues, otherwise, there would be a lot of trouble in the future.

Now, it's better not to think about these questions, because there are many other things to think about in a person's life, but what else can a person think about in his life, and what else can he ask, I am really tired.

Not only did Xia Lang feel that he was tired of living, but Zhu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Mi had many questions that they couldn't figure out, and they couldn't figure it out, but what else could we say, what else could we talk about, could it be that everything made me feel speechless.

There is really nothing to ask, there is nothing to think about, what questions should I think about, or, these things have never had anything to do with myself, and it is my own wishful thinking from beginning to end, what should I think about in my life?

No one can say clearly, let alone understand, so the best way to do these things is to ignore them, perhaps, this is really the only way.

Just when everyone was thinking like this, the real problem arose, and this question left everyone unresponsive for a while.

However, it seems that there is really nothing to say, and there is nothing to ask, and suddenly, these things make people feel so tired, perhaps, these things have never had anything to do with themselves.

No one can say anything, no one can ask anything, what else can be said, do you know what we should think about in life?

It is estimated that no one can say clearly, so Xia Lang did not continue to ask more, and he didn't know what else to say.

That person was still standing in front of Zhu Xiaoxiao, and Zhu Xiaoxiao also didn't move his steps, they looked at each other like this, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know how long I will look at each other like this, do they want to keep looking at each other like this? No one can answer this question, so no one can understand why these things are.

In the end, it was Zhu Xiaoxiao who spoke, and she said to the man, "It's not right for you to do this." Xia Lang didn't have anything to ask, but he suddenly felt that everything was so tired, what should we do in life, what should we say, or these things have never had anything to do with us.

I didn't continue to say anything, I didn't want to ask anything more, and I didn't have anything to say, do people really have to act like this in their lives, or perhaps, these things are a scam from beginning to end, but they fell for them.

How to ask, how to say, what else to think, what is the problem that makes you feel sad, everything makes you more and more confused.

I have nothing to say, nothing to ask, people's lives are getting more and more confused, no matter what, these things have never had anything to do with themselves, they are just self-inflicted.

Just when Xia Lang was about to ignore Zhu Xiaoxiao, Zhu Xiaoxiao also fought with each other.

It's just that they didn't fight for long, and then there was a truce, and then, you look at me, I look at you, and laughed at each other.

There is really nothing to ask, and there is nothing to say, what is going on, no matter what, these things have nothing to do with me.