Xiong Meijun smiled and licked the corners of his mouth, humming and laughing, but Lubeta was tired enough, and the mess was always difficult to clean up. The one who is willing to finish for you is always the one who loves you. Lubeta took her mother's surname, and she felt very fortunate because she was born with a dislike for the word "xiong", and pandas and bears were also her most hated animals.

The moonlight is sultry, and the process of recovery of all things is very slow, and the length of the days and the shortness of the nights are gradually obvious.

Spring, this season is suitable for falling in love, unlike the scorching heat of summer, not like the sentimentality of autumn, not like the desperation of winter. Spring is ignorant, like first love. For love, it will freeze, it will bloom, it will wither, and it will bear fruit. If you don't go through the four seasons of the year, you can't see a person's madness, because you don't have time to see it and you will perish. The male family has a strong self-esteem, even in love, so Lubeta is also a poor person who ended his relationship in a hurry without experiencing the four seasons.

Who you will meet and who you will fall in love with depends entirely on fate. If fate favors you, it will give you a lover, let you get love, and give love, so as to have the happiness of being born.

If God does not favor you, even if you are full of blood, there is nowhere to give, and your love will be empty and lonely. Such a person is deeply affectionate, and love is like illness.

"I'm so worried, my brother, no one dares to ask for such cuteness. How handsome. Lubeta helped him to the couch and took off his shoes.

She slept in her brother's room, which had always been reserved for her and designed to her liking. Passing by her brother's study, Lubeta saw a large stack of books about love, at least as tall as Yao Ming, Lubeta opened her mouth in amazement, and pulled out a few of them: "Mom! My brother is crazy too, what kind of books are these? "Love Notes", "100,000 Whys of Love", "Happy Love: Love Lessons from Novice to Master", ......"

She went on to read several titles: "Super Love Hypnosis", "Sister Master", "Sister Master's Bible", ...... "Devil's Da Renting"...... Oh my God, that's crazy. ”

Do reading these books on love tips really work? Then why are there still so many lovelorn people in the world. Lubeta put down the book in her hand in disgust, and it was better to talk about it on paper than to act. Are men like that? It's all routines, even my brother is like this, and he still suspects something. It's better to secretly take a copy back to study and study, and she took the copy of "Devil's Dating".

Qiao naturally heard the woman's voice in a trance, and usually after ten o'clock in the evening, as long as there was wind and grass outside, he could hear it clearly. She's making up the picture in her head again.

In the middle of the night, Lei Gong and Dian were arguing.

Qiao naturally read silently: "God, God, can you let me be quiet for a while, people just want to sleep peacefully, they want to have a beauty sleep." Why is it so against my will, I am so motivated, so innocent and lovely, so graceful. ”

Xiongmeijun slept unconscious under the influence of alcohol. Isn't this unique condition for women to enjoy? He slept so soundly that he couldn't hear anything.

Lubeta had some insomnia, holding her mobile phone and constantly scrolling through Weibo. Recently, a little boy pursued her, and she didn't refuse, but she was upright by nature, and she wanted to dig out her heart and lungs from the beginning, exposing all her flaws, for fear that others would not accept her past. But human nature is like this. The boy fell in love with her beauty and praised her for being a natural beauty. She simply told the truth and showed him a picture of herself from the past, and the little man disappeared from then on.

She was holding her breath in her heart, she couldn't get out, and she didn't know how to vent. Is insomnia also a way of catharsis? No, insomnia is not catharsis, it is torture.

Qiao naturally didn't look at his phone all night, just focused on the question, and pondered the man who lived at the opposite door.

Wen Universe was making up for his nephew's lessons, and something happened at home, and he had a busy day. But he will stick to Qiao naturally like a cat every once in a while, sending WeChat for a while, sending a message for a while, and posting a joke if he has nothing to do, or an emoji. Joe naturally replies occasionally, not important, not urgent, not reported and not disappeared.

There are thousands of ways to take care of people, and Wen Universe will be this one.

When he woke up the next morning, Joe's natural nasal cavity and throat seemed to be blocked, the tunnel of air circulation was extremely narrow, he had difficulty breathing, and his chest was full of panic. Open the curtains, even if the floor is higher, you can clearly see the rain-soaked street scene and smell the smell of rain rust, a large piece of the skin of the opposite building has fallen off, the wall is pasted with faded posters, the posters are blown by the wind, and the umbrellas that come out of the community, all the scenes in the rain are connected in series, becoming an unknown sense of depression.

Qiao Naturally's chest is getting tighter and tighter, the day after tomorrow is the Qingming Festival, and the rain began to fall in advance, fine and dense, straight to the heart.

"Dad, how are you doing in the other world? I miss you. Joe's natural tears spilled out in large sizes, much more surging than the rain outside.

She couldn't sleep in the middle of the night last night, so she got up and painted, painting the white belly of the fish in the sky, the quiet groves, the green trains, and the crisscrossing streets.

Joe naturally wiped away her tears: "It's only the second day of the holiday, and there are signs of illness." No, you can't let your time go to bed and get sick. ”

She cheered up and looked at the retro wall clock on the wall, it was eight o'clock. Today I stayed at home to clean up the house, make breakfast first, by the way, the garbage in the kitchen, living room and bathroom has not been emptied, the dishes and chopsticks have not been washed, the dirty clothes are still soaked in the washing machine, the corner of the table is blackened by candles, I have to buy tonic paste, I washed the dishes two days ago, broke a soup bowl, and bought a new one, she took the ledger to count all the things to buy, and there was still a faucet shelf.

She tied a pink apron, coiled her hair, went to the kitchen to make porridge, and after drinking a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge, she pressed the switch of the washing machine, took off her apron, and prepared to go to the pharmacy downstairs to buy watermelon cream throat treasure lozenges.

As soon as Joe opened the door, he saw Lubeta coming out of the opposite door.

"Old classmate, what a coincidence. You live here, don't you, it's really effortless, great, you live here? Lubeta's voice was a little loud, but welcoming.

"Yes, I live here. But, you, do you live here too? Joe naturally looked embarrassed, she guessed correctly, the two of them were lovers, and they lived together.

"Who, Beta, are you talking to outside?" Xiong Meijun groped his way up from the sofa, sleepy-eyed, his hair was messy, his lips were red and swollen, and his clothes were disheveled, wearing only a white vest and a pair of flip-flops.

"I come here occasionally, naturally, where are you going, I'm about to go downstairs, let's talk while walking." Lubeta replied.

Xiongmeijun heard "nature" in a trance, Qiao Nature, the person outside was her, he scratched his head and hurried out: "Hi, Qiao Nature, good morning." ”

Joe was naturally displeased, glared at him and didn't speak, this guy, did he come out to show affection?

Xiong Meijun realized that she must have misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "This is my sister, don't misunderstand." ”