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There are always some things that Jolde thinks he guessed correctly, such as the half of his father's face in the rearview mirror, his mother pulling St. Celin's talk along the way, and the topic of women is always constant, all of them are creators.

St. Cillin won't be like this in the future, right? She is now his immortal, and she is his destiny - whew! Joeld just banged the window a few times, and that wasn't good.

"What are you thinking?" In the blink of an eye, Saint Cyrin had moved in front of him. She's always so empathetic and knows he loves to be cranky.

He is probably a combination of father and mother, the body is always still, and the mind is always flying, and the invisible thing is flying as much as the scene in the living room this morning.

Jolde felt a little tingling in his scalp, not only thinking of the bat, but also his mother who was looking at him from the front seat of the car with melon seeds.

Is there anything else in the world that can make Lady Sarina stop talking? Even if it's just to look at his son's love routine.

"I saw that there was a worm on the back glass just now, and now it has flown away, you go on, go on!" Ms. Sarina turned her head, and then Jolde saw her floating eyes in the inner mirror.

Saint Cillin grabbed his hand and shook it gently: "What's wrong?" Woke up too early? What are you worried about? ”

"Nope." Jolde sat up straighter, lest he look like a paralyzed old man.

Saint Cillin was still gently shaking his hand, and his mother was no longer satisfied with the rearview mirror, and the melon seeds were not swallowed in his mouth for a while.

Childe cleared his throat and said, "I just thought, South South Street is too far away, and it takes four hours to make a round trip." And every time Nannan Street is an event, things are sold expensively, and they are not good, they are all packaged with bells and whistles to cheat money. ”

Saint Cillin snapped his fingers, occasionally looked at him when he spoke, and often looked at his fingers: "Don't worry about this, just go buy something that we can't usually buy, and the most important thing is that you can go out for a walk with your parents." ”

"That's it, you see that other people are more sensible, don't be so stingy." Mom said, turned her head back, and began to talk to her father about some gossip. Dad is naturally able to use "um" in the past, and never pronounce the second sound.

The sound was hypnotic, and Jolde didn't know when he fell asleep, except that St. Cillin was holding his hand while he leaned against the car door.

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