readx;? Rain Girl:

In the middle of the night, it was raining heavily, and the wind was blowing fiercely, as if a mad man was sweeping around with a weapon in his hand, and the force seemed to destroy the world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info I have been hiding in the bed, turning on the lamp at the head of the bed, and constantly flipping through book reviews.

In the morning, I tried to open my eyes but found it very laborious, so I used the mobile phone screen as a mirror to look at it, and the double eyelids became single eyelids. Pulling back the curtains, my favorite hibiscus on the railing lay down, and when I lifted it up, I saw that several flower bones had fallen on the wooden board, and the poor bud was not released.

I washed my face and lay back on the bed, I always felt uncomfortable in my chest, and I walked around the book review area, red envelope area, and group, it turned out that everyone was still mourning you.

I don't want to code words, because you, for the first time in the week, did not lack a sense of urgency. The clouds in the group turned out your photo, I looked at it for a long time, and it looked so beautiful, but it was a little capricious. I thought I thought your photos would be available at any time, so a lot of the ones you sent me didn't save, but now I don't think there's a chance. Anyway, the appearance is all recorded.

Your youth will stop forever on September 8, 2016. You will never get old.

The clouds told me to go to breakfast, and I agreed, but I didn't bother to move. Lying until noon, I got up and took a hot shower. When I closed my eyes and rubbed the facial cleanser on my face, I suddenly thought that you told me that women can't always stay up late and are prone to aging. I said yes, but I didn't. You sent me a WeChat message in the morning and asked me if I was running? Actually, I'm lying to you again. It's like I'm always lying to you. What do you say you're staring at me every day, little brat?

Maybe it's the cleanser that gets into my eyes when I'm thinking about it, and it hurts a lot of time.

I seriously flipped through a book and remembered that you said that when you get well, you will find a job and live a normal life. Yes, the life of a normal person seems ordinary and ordinary, but it has become your luxury.

Really, a reference book, it made my eyes wet when I saw it.

I flipped out your message, and you said let me stew some pork rib soup to replenish my body. I don't like the oil floating on it. However, I began to cook a pot of white porridge, watching as the stiff rice grains slowly tumbled and softened, and the heat blurred my eyes.

In a moment, I'm going to drink porridge.

It is the most unusual thing for people to be able to drink a bowl of ordinary white porridge and prove that they are still alive.

Girl, the porridge is cooked, and you're still sleeping.

(To be continued.) )