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I met Xiaoniu on QQ, and she found me first in the vast Internet. I think it should be regarded as fate, otherwise how could the vast sea of people find me?

At this time, the QQ function is not as much as it was later, and there is no positioning function like the later "Momo", you don't need to knock on the door of the beauty next door in the middle of the night, you can play it with your mobile phone. QQ's method of finding people is relatively simple, and it belongs to random searches. The phrase "a blind cat hits a dead mouse" still makes sense.

When the chick chirped in the middle of the night and called for her to add her, I was about to turn off the computer and go to sleep in a daze. After adding her, I flipped through the photos in her space album, and I couldn't help but feel anxious, the blue light flashed in front of my eyes, my lower body was warm and coaxing, and I didn't feel sleepy. I have always been very civilized and poetic, talking to her until the window is bright.

After a few more dark conversations, we met.

Although the chick doesn't look as amorous as in the photos, it's not too outrageous, her face is white and chubby, like a steaming steamed bun. If she can eat some more, she will definitely be able to grow into the charm of Yang Guifei.

The chick doesn't seem to be thirty years old, which is the age when emotions are still somewhat real, and a few years older may be completely perverted. I don't know if I'm taking the chick or the chick is taking me, when it's going to be dark, I will always go to the old alley in the second ring of the capital to wander around.

The capital is going to hold a world gathering, and the five circles are full of symbols and horns, as well as all kinds of colorful flags and slogans like swearing. The atmosphere that should have been cheerful somehow made it very tense, and there were military police standing all over the street, and there was one standing under almost every tree on the side of the street, and I really didn't notice it if I didn't pay attention. In the alley, there are groups of aunts and uncles with red armbands, which is even more terrifying.

I have a good impression of the military and police personnel, and it is unlikely that they will use their guns in broad daylight. The aunts and uncles don't care about day and night, once they are locked up, they must be interrogated on the spot. If you can't explain clearly or have a communication barrier in a foreign dialect, you will be pulled to the police station. When I arrived at the police station, the suspicious person who was caught by the aunts and uncles was already disheveled, and he didn't look like a good person no matter how he looked at it, and he became a suspect who didn't know what the incident was.

I was always worried about being under surveillance, and from time to time I looked around, afraid that suddenly a joint defense team composed of aunts and uncles would come out and block the way. Seeing the chick's arrogant demeanor as if she didn't care at all, I secretly thought: Maybe, the chick is a local and has a sense of superiority, or the chick hasn't captured a man for a long time, and the external environment can't get into her estrus eyes. It's just that I just got in touch with her and don't know her shrewd side, if she is really interrogated, she can be bitten together with aunts and uncles, and it's not just chicks who are disheveled.

In the first few days, the chick was always in a state of excitement, as if she had just finished taking drugs, rushing up and down in the alley, which was very inconsistent with the social environment at the time. She would run up a few steps unexpectedly, stop suddenly, and turn around like a statue, waiting for me to get closer.

She tried to stand on tiptoe, hooked my neck, glared at me with bright eyes, and asked, "Do I look like eighteen?" ”

I said, "It's really like." "She would try harder, almost hanging on my shoulder, kissing my forehead. She explained to me, "A kiss on the forehead gives you wisdom!" "The power is not high, and most of them make me salivate. There have been times when I've stopped breaking free and she kisses my forehead for a long time. I didn't ask her what the good it was to kiss her mouth, but I don't think kissing her forehead gave me wisdom, and sometimes it was inexplicably irritating.

When you don't cooperate with her anymore, it's like saying that she's not like Eighteen. She would be stupidly depressed, one foot deep and one foot shallow, as if she were walking crookedly on the beach. This was quickly replaced by familiarity with each other, and she began to move her hands and feet. She screwed wherever she could reach, never missed a single shot, and the probability of kicking me was pitifully low, because she always kept her balance badly. The first time she kicked it empty, she fell to the ground motionless, leaving me stunned and stunned, and I didn't move for a long time, thinking that her brain had a similar epilepsy.

She rolled over and got up and moved to my side, and said a few words—it's all your fault, it's all you're to blame—and she whimpered, and really shed a lot of tears. Unexpectedly, she didn't hit me again, and to my surprise, I thought it was my fault that she fell to the ground. After this time, when she kicked the air again and lost her balance, I was able to hold her in time, but sometimes the hand was too strong, which made her think that I was deliberately secretly making a mistake.

I have reminded the chick many times that she uses her hands and feet like an old lady who is splashing and rolling in the countryside, but she won't admit it. She always told me how advanced her education was and how privileged her life was when she was a child. She also said that her ancestors were big officials in the Qing Dynasty and had been in the limelight for decades. Once, when we passed by a magnificent courtyard house, she pointed to it and said, "My grandfather spent a happy time here like Jia Baoyu when he was a child." She said it in a very low voice, as if she was afraid that others would hear her.

I want to ask her where did her grandfather go after all his happy days? But when I thought that Chinese history was so complicated and that officialdom was involved, it was a bloody mess, and I was afraid that if I asked and brought out an old case, it would make the chick cry, and I had to coax it for a long time, so I stopped. However, later on an unexpected night, the chick told me about her family history, which scared me into nightmares for many nights, and I woke up in a cold sweat.

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