Just finished uploading a new chapter, habitually touching the cigarette, and found that the box was empty, this is the second pack? Or is it the third pack? The ashtray is full anyway.

I don't smoke during the day, as long as I start to code words, I can't leave that thing, even if I don't smoke, I have to clip it on my fingers, and I can't run out of food, otherwise how to pass the rest of the time.

Dressed and downstairs, the streets are gray, spring in the northwest has always been like this, and you can feel the sand when you chew your teeth. Fortunately, Daping Supermarket is still open.

When I came out, I had a cigarette in my mouth, a can of beer in my hand, and I hid in a sheltered place, took a sip of wine, and smoked a cigarette, so you can imagine that I must be no different from a ghost at this time.

The plastic bag is floating in the air, my empty beer can didn't come down, forget it, let him float, God doesn't rain, it doesn't snow, there has to be something floating in the air to be vivid.

My dear book friends, I actually want to say for a long time, do you also give me a little bit of a monthly pass, I really want to squeeze into the top ten of the monthly pass, please.

I'm sorry for you in the early morning. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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