The memoirs are still in the iron box. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sometimes I read until my mouth is dry, and I don't stop. The ancient technique of self-copying is about to be lost, writing is dying extinct, the author is no longer the author, and no one knows the text.

Talking to himself, the compartment was inexplicably deserted. Even the echo of the kimono woman's soft sigh two or three times is not as lively as when she is alone. Strange state of mind.

"Isn't that weird?"

It's weird.

The hairpin was damaged last time.

I'm thinking about something else in my head, and I'm not in a hurry or impatient.

"It would be a blessing to hear the voice of your own daughter. I haven't been a mother, I haven't had that experience, the moment an individual grows up and comes out of your womb, or the moment it looks at you with its eyes......"

"I was scared. I don't know that love gives birth to this kind of thing, with the help of my body, to achieve this purpose. I thought, let her live alone, it's really scary. ”

The next thing is simple, walking down hundreds of stairs and numbing legs.

Shouldering his head, swaying, the corridor is narrow, spacious and bright around the corner. She carried the clogs, her ankles tapped on the inside of the long skirt, and she secretly glanced at the gap in the hem of the kimono woman, and there was only a shadow.

From this, the reverie began, for the girl's ankle, there is a feeling, the shape of countless kinds of stones, intertwined, the white particles after death, buried in the wilderness, hoping to be himself. How much weight did those ankles ever carry? What makes men different from us is their appearance. There are many shapes, scattered on the two levels of the sexes, and there are many stories piled up. "He" has a very ordinary appearance and brings two children.

"Answer my question, on what grounds?"

"It's a terrible thing for her to join us, and it was rumored some time ago that Loran had disappeared from the mouth of the time created by the fierce sun. George, along with another person, appears to be a girl nicknamed "Red Dragon", whose ability to create is a degradation of herself, degraded into the form of a dragon. ”

"The form of a dragon, yes, it doesn't seem to be—" The front hall was still some distance from the hall, and the sneering gaze pierced the flow of people. How many people are still willing to incarnate into such ancient creatures, without flexible joints, musculature, blind vision, capricious painful de-scabling process, lack of guidance from modern dynamic tissues, and very little practical use. "The maids lined up and parried the hustle and bustle." She pays a lot of attention to the beauty of form, at least she dies beautifully, but not realistically. ”

"What kind of form is real? If you want me to say, it was at that time, when I hunted for winter. ”

As he spoke, a pair of eyes bloomed in the center of the tattoo, from the old man's sight, Ning Hua, and the woman in the kimono stepped aside and looked alone.

"Writer."

He was shirtless, prospering from the pharmacy on his left, and it was easy to tell that it was the skeleton that was rubbing him.

"It's not true at all."

After the drug stimulated, the family pattern was bright, and the other eye quietly arrived, she passed through the porch, wet the sneering eyes, and did not know who deliberately avoided and hid.

On the other side, the woman is reflected in the girl's eyes, hanging upside down, shaking,

When the two approached, someone roared, rushed, struggled to stay away, tears spilled on the ground, and it was too late to clean up.

Tai Chi flowers spin and fly.

Red and black were interspersed among them, and the old man grabbed her and threw her away.

Just twice, the girl stopped, scared.

.

Talking to himself, his whole body was hot. Even if the call of the old man followed, it was not melodious when he was alone.

Strange state of mind.

The Tai Chi flowers were boiling, and the woman just rushed along the straight line, unsuspectingly, falling on the corner posts, door beams, curved chairs, jade windows, stumbling through many places, and couldn't hold two words in her mouth.

Lu'er was only in the distance, and she heard that her name, a powerful mystery, resembled an ancient medallion. Uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, like a mother's voice, coming out of another woman's mouth. I always felt that at that moment, she moved her hometown to her eyes, and moved the world into a small iron box.

Onward, go find her.

The family crests, both of them, were roaring, stinging the cells in her skin, inflating the heart valves, and her blood pressure ringing.

conceive

In the distant future

with the extremes of the past

You hide under the strings

Let the composer kill himself

remote thinking,

Milk deep

Hide the pitch-black pits

There is no peculiar smell

Record it.

The family tattoo dragged the woman's ankle as if to smash them both, and she knelt down.

The first iron box

Brilliant white keychain

Ringsnake with rattletail

Hybridization.

.

"You can't see... See me... There is no time left, go ****** memories, you should erect a tombstone, she died, forever! ”

New iron crates

The cheese is thickly wrapped

Dove

Under the wings of the origin

A poison pill

"Mom...... Mother? ”

Swallow smoothly

Sleep peacefully.

Her face began to look hideous, a kind of bestiality.

But only halfway, the other face was wrinkled, what was the reason, sneering and scolding herself, and no one stepped forward to dissuade her from smashing her head on the ground.

Click.

The scale is a sin.

[Her wish is to find you.] Your desire is to eliminate her desires, and in the end, to ridicule, you, as a woman, a child, a mother, the first Creator, will make the justice of dreams vulnerable. I, the writer, am glad to have met someone like you, who has no intention of helping me to achieve. I always know, and remember. 】

He picked up the sneer, threw it against the wall, crushed the side of her wrist, and the black rope formed a circle, hanging the fingernails and navy blue veins of his right hand, shouting "Wake up".

Everyone closed their eyes.

Just listening, that's enough.

The upper realm became intoxicated and gradually forgot about the lower realm.

Indeed, to be precise, almost forgotten.

The sun begins to revolve, and two-thirds of the entire dream world has been calibrated for the full solar time, and the total solar eclipse will also occur on time according to the laws of the upper realm. The nearest Yuanyang workstation has already greened the largest telescope in the whole dream world, and while lowering the light intensity, Tiannian has been adjusted to be the new supply station of Yuanyang. Although the boilers of the entire battleship are not able to withstand the positive load pressure, they can do the work of activating the sun's internal fuel.

George's position on the battleship was adjusted to that of strategic commander, on the one hand, as an apology, and on the other hand, as a symbol of glory.

After the little sea god returns, the shaped bird begins to travel to the Black Tower to investigate the phenomenon of "parallel dreams" as a secret technology.

The seameye remains at the junction of the White Tower and the Upper Realm, and has recently been given the task of investigating the foundations of the World Tree.

The Black King?

She had just bathed and changed her clothes, wrapped in gauze, her eyes wandered, and she was joked by Qiange that she couldn't play chess.

The writer watched all the phenomenal worlds and was satisfied, nailing the picture of the white cross to the center of the bull's-eye.

"Thank you so much, Mengdian has a story to write."

Deep, sunken into the quilt, white feathers floating outside the window, and traces of God's flesh and blood remained on his lips.

"It doesn't taste very good."

After thinking about it for a long time, the brain will heat up and return to the animal state.

Because, animal people have the most heroic killing intent and pious ambitions.

"And, mad truth."

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There was warm water and rain.

A sea of hot springs in which Raku swims.

Rainwater flows down through the bridge and breaks off the line in the air, forming a dripping circle. The air over the entire hot spring sea is scorching, and the rainwater is heated, pulling out linear clouds.

Luo picked up his long hair, put on a headband, and his lilac pupils faded out of the gaze of the kimono woman. She sat down slowly, until her neck was parallel to the water, and noticed that Lo was surprised.

The ripples rippled.

"The owner of the house welcomes you. Although you have a different family crest on your body, it is the same blood of Loraine. He deserves respect. ”

"I hope that in the future, I will be admired only for my name."

She didn't say anything, her head bowed.

"But I've always wanted my family to ..... She loves to write a lot of things, and she writes a lot of them at will. ”

"My lord, who is it?"

"Just a mother. But about her children, it's much more interesting. Throughout the Dream Realm, there are five mercenaries with legendary flavors. She smiled suddenly, and Luo felt that her presence was more powerful, even though the water passed through the fine skin, around the heart, puff and puff, and the ripples became bigger and stronger, stronger, and deeper. There are four [back plays] in the Nether and one in the Upper. I have admired the daimyo for a long time, and ridiculed the ancient Chinese character "卌", which became a posture of ribs lying horizontally on her body, without flesh and blood. Adopting such a name is simply self-humiliating. ”

"The adults of this family are not ordinary, is it because of the catastrophe?"

"It's all in her daughter."

Her heart was beating harder, trying to get out of her chest, clicking, beating.

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A rectangular quilt is placed in the center of the room, and the entire tatami mat pattern is arranged in a celebratory style, such as a fish-shaped, rectangular eye.

Luel sat aside. Her legs were very sore, she was not used to kneeling, so she simply spread her legs, letting the corners of her skirt fade to the top of her navel, and the dark red light stretched out the time, and she was in a false waiting state.

The woman was squared and horribly regular.

It is said that hiding in the dark of the light will cause the cones to be altered, the form will be more blurred, and the paint will be applied to a thicker canvas.

The mother's face did not change at all, it was familiar. I don't want to be like in the story at all, when relatives meet, there is an inexplicable strangeness. She kept staring at her, her fingers twisting the corners of her skirt, biting her lower lip,

It hurts.

.

"Why, she gave up her real name?"

"She wanted to find a reason for herself, a reason for her to abandon her daughter. This reason cannot be too just, nor too shallow. ”

"You just said that the iron box thing..."

"Are you interested?"

At this time, there should be a hint of hesitation as etiquette, but Luo reflexively opened his mouth.

After saying that, she regretted it, but the excitement still fascinated her. Immediately afterward, he hurriedly got up, did not hear her advice, and went out.

On one side of the door, there is a walkway.

At the end of the hallway, I heard human voices.

The girl notices the texture on the door, which is split in half by the door, and behind it is a starry night. The tan door frame is inward, steam spilling out.

"Luo, that's over there..."

The woman dodged, dressed in white at the waist, and watched Lolita face naked in front of the man, rendering her entire cheek in shock. When it comes to men, the little girl is undoubtedly the culprit, and his eyes move downward, and there are countless milky and flesh-colored stories.

"Or... It's also a bath..."

Closing her gaze, she still remembered the back of a young man, and timidly hid her voice and accepted it.

"Hitomi Shaki, it's him..."

Hitomi was just facing Chishui, and the whole person was white.

Lolita will never forget.

She knew she was cursed.

White boy.