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The night market is a wonderful place, as long as you think of something, there are basically everything here, 15 yuan for good quality clothes, two yuan for ten bullets to play balloons, six yuan for a spicy fragrant pot, five yuan for two grilled sausages...... and the living kids running around.

Zhuang makeup was wearing smoky makeup, his chubby face was like a panda, and he was pinching a perverted and spicy duck neck through a plastic bag. While eating, he complained about Zhao Yang.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have eight-pack abs, you haven't even grown eight pimples......"

"If you don't have a monthly income of 80,000 yuan, you have to grit your teeth for half a day to buy even 80 white shirts......"

Zi said: Lovelorn women are inked......

Su Hu broke the siege and persuaded out of classmate friendship.

The girl with Zhuang makeup had a serious face: "Su Su, tell you, you must not find a handsome boyfriend, his handsomeness can only facilitate him to hook up with a woman by himself, and it is useless for you......"

Pointing at Zhao Yang and said: "But it's so ugly, you must not be ...... until you are at a dead end."

Zhao Yang can see that Zhuang Makeup's ten achievements are spilling to vent the sadness of falling out of love. I can't die well here sooner or later, and the wind is blowing.

So he took the 3 sets of clothes that cost 200 yuan and flashed people.

Less than 200 meters away, I heard a cry that was suffocating but still squeezed out.

Looking back, in the twilight, I could vaguely see a fat girl crying and bending over, buried in Su Hu's chest, like a clumsy little pig.

The man has never been thin, and Zhao Yang has no choice but to find a courier office to send a copy of the contract and ID card, and then get in the car and go home.

Holding the quilt and staring blankly at the roof of the shed. After staying for five minutes, I suddenly got up and turned on the computer.

Go to the author's number, go backstage, and then basically knock on a paragraph with your head dizzy.

"Less than three days after the book was uploaded, I earned 2,400 yuan just for the reward. Clicked more than 10,000, the collection is almost 800, and the reader used the money to pile up a recommendation for me.

I'm not afraid to joke about it, I live in a rental house for less than 200 yuan a month, and I basically rely on instant noodles to survive every day.

After graduating from college, I didn't have a job, and I was helpless. It stands to reason that I should be thinking hard about how to live.

The day before yesterday, he confessed to a beautiful girl who had been in love with him for four years, but he was gently rejected by a compassionate one. I just feel grateful.

The day before yesterday, I uploaded "Tongkong", which almost contains all my simple fantasies about life and love, and I feel lucky to be loved by readers

Today, I bought three sets of clothes at the night market stall and spent two hundred yuan, which already felt very luxurious.

Seeing an ordinary girl who was abandoned, she cried like a little pig. I feel sad.

And the sudden appearance of the second alliance leader made me even more ashamed.

The tip alone has already earned me 2,400 yuan, enough to sustain me for a few months, even if I live like a cowardly and humble filthy creature. Please contact me by private message from [Luomu Xiaoxiao] and [It's whiter than you], please allow me to return your expenses hypocritically.

Because I still want to say that this book has since ended for the time being.

Because I can't write another chapter, of course. What's more, I can't tell you an illusory fairy tale in such a cruel reality.

There will not be a near-perfect Ran Jing who is picked up and taken home after drinking and starts a relationship that is not adulterated with accident utilitarianism.

This story can only be pure love, and you who like pure love, maybe now or sometimes, have been naïve and good children.

But I think I'm also a good boy, really not good enough, but kind enough.

So this solace that borders on deception.

It will only make me feel more ashamed to face you, and after all, I don't want people who like this story to be hurt by the cruel reality in the future.

However, it doesn't hurt that life is hard, 30 years of sentient beings, cattle and horses, and 60 years of Buddhas and dragons. ”

In the years since, this matter has been talked about in the circle.

At this time, Zhao Yang lit a cigarette, and he didn't smoke, he inhaled the smoke into his lungs fiercely, and a feeling of suffocation to madness made people addicted to nicotine.

In the dimly lit room, Zhao Yang hunched back into a shadow. Stubbornness is like a stubborn stone full of dirt.

The brightest thing is the miserable white document, the black characters are like small puzzles, little by little to spell out a story about Chen Ergou.

Zhao Yang does not consider the state of the task to standardize, and the time is not even one-tenth of the book. He also just wanted to tell the story.

In the first book related to the work. Readers who were supposed to wait for a change found that a chapter jumped out.

Chen Ergou's demonic life, chapter 1 and two dogs

"At the end of the primeval forest of Wanda Mountain in Daxingling, this has always been a place where donkeys have rarely traveled, but today there is a convoy with a fierce arrogance running over, five off-road vehicles, exuding unscrupulous meaning......."

No one knows if this is the beginning of a legend......

The (below) of this chapter is about a big chapter of about 10,000 words, and it can't be finished today, so I'll go here first, and I'll see you tomorrow.

Love you guys, we all love stories that deserve to be loved. And I don't know when, I quietly became a storyteller, and I was apprehensive because I didn't know if you liked it or not