It is another falling leaf, Fang Xiangyi is in the rain, the tip of the red tongue, licking the lip flap, just like the bayberry in the rain, always sucking the drizzle in the rainy season like nectar, so that he can ripen quickly and grow up faster.

Worried that she would be cold, Yu Sheng dragged her little hand cold.

"Let's go, baby, go back to the house, and I'll continue to bathe you." Fang Xiangyi shrank his neck when he heard this, and quickly shook his head: "Where are you taking a bath, you obviously want to take advantage of me, you say, isn't it?" When Yu Sheng heard this, his face flushed.

Here comes the sentence: "What are you telling the truth?" Fang Xiangyi listened, opened his mouth, and was stunned: "It turns out that you really took advantage, rubbed oil, and salted pig hands?" When Yu Sheng heard this, he was stunned.

blamed himself for that sentence, it seemed that it was really not good to have too many tongues, so he hugged the snowball and ran back to the courtyard desperately.

Fang Xiangyi didn't do it, she chased after her fist with her fist, anyway, she was an airport, and she was absolutely light to run.

However, he still ran fast for the rest of his life. So Fang Xiangyi saw that it was still early, so he retreated out of the courtyard, still standing under the camphor tree, closing his eyes and enjoying the rain.

This kind of light rain is just right. Umbrella bar, superfluous; If you don't use an umbrella, if you chew it alive, you will feel worried about catching a cold.

Girls who don't chew clearly, and have a little melancholy in their hearts, like to walk in the rain, completely contact with the rain at zero distance, and thoroughly perceive and challenge the essence of nature to human beings!

A burst of rain purifies and liquidates everything, and it is like getting a new life. Doorway. This year-old camphor tree, in the rain, the trunk is even darker and shiny, and the leaves are full of new shoots.

Fang Xiangyi was suddenly at the door, stepping on the thick red camphor leaves, spreading his arms, his face shook off his melancholy, and the feeling of joy seemed to suddenly open up something.

Yes, she is happy, her husband is obedient, and they live faithfully to each other, what can be compared to such a feeling in this world?

Xueqiu couldn't figure out what happened to the hostess in the acacia flower skirt, as fresh and happy as a new life.

Step on the fallen leaves and turn a few times. Suddenly he said,

"This fallen leaves, I mistakenly thought that I spent autumn in the north, but no one knows, this camphor tree falls leaves all year round, likes to demagogue, makes people delusional, and makes people's hearts always stay in autumn!" The rest of her life looked at her and smiled, her mood brightened, and it seemed that her heart was also hit by her, and she suddenly felt a strong sense of healing.

In the distance, a few of the villagers walked towards this side. Yu Sheng quickly grabbed her and walked to the courtyard. He turned around and closed the fence gate.

His delicate wife is a treasure, how can she easily let outsiders see it at night? He hides her beauty in a golden house, so that no one can discover her spirituality and difference.

In the courtyard, it is the fragrance of acacia flowers. Yu Sheng walked a few steps and put the snowball on the small bed, and Fang Xiangyi also followed the rules to make the bath water.

It's still inside and outside the curtain. But because of last night, he apologized at the cost of bathing the other party, so the rest of his life felt very strange today, he really wanted to bathe her again, and Fang Xiangyi also felt that something was wrong.

In her heart, she seems to be looking forward to being served by him. His fingers were white and slender, and she seemed to like the feeling of his fingers bouncing back and forth on her skin.

But? Hey, bear with me, how can you say it so easily? It's too embarrassing after all! After grinding for a while, she hugged the broad shoulders and narrow waist for the rest of her life, and the hair dryer roared, affecting her inner concentration.

She suddenly didn't like this kind of waist hugging so much, it was not as good as lying on his lap last night, oh no, it was lying on his stomach, it was so comfortable, it seemed that such movements, she was very happy and satisfied.

Although I was afraid to die of being bathed yesterday and lying on his lap, I also felt very unnatural, but today, why am I looking forward to it in my heart?

Oh, what an annoying person. What's wrong with you? When did you become hesitant and muttering?

The rest of her life is also reminiscing about her joy last night, when she was her little minion. But why not do it every day?

Could it be because there are no conflicts today? Didn't make a mistake? Don't have to apologize? Still is? Oh yes, there should be no excuses.

Put down the hair dryer and muttered when he saw Fang Xiangyi. Yu Sheng picked her up horizontally and sat on the sofa in the outhouse,

"Tell me, little baby, what do you want at this moment?" Fang Xiangyi slowed down for a while before opening his mouth, although the lip flap was not pure red, and the lip line was a little dark, which was in harmony with the skin tone, but the contour of the lips was thick up and down, and it really felt good.

"I, tonight, want to go to the courtyard." Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, but after understanding in an instant, he couldn't help but smile, rubbed her face, and said softly,

"Wait for me!" I took the tent to the courtyard, which was still the old place, just under the window of the Westinghouse, where I could still smell the rich fragrance of the king.

Holding Fang Xiangyi's soft and elastic body, he lay in the tent. She couldn't wait for a long time, and took the initiative to throw herself into the arms of the rest of her life, hey, it was this man who made herself drunk and ecstatic at night, and she couldn't recognize the person anymore, but she was obsessed with the moth to the fire and sank.

The rest of his life hugged her, not immediately erupting in any passion, but gently caressing her head, her shoulders, and back, and he wanted to touch it clearly, and remember, all the touching details of his wife.

It's appropriate, in this detail. But I couldn't help but kiss the rest of my life. Every inch was printed with saliva, and that saliva provoked the rest of his life, and he couldn't hold it anymore, from the wildness of his heart, such a cheap and thin tent was like a small boat in the heat, swaying violently.

Outside the hospital. A well-known old bachelor in the village rode past the door on a small motorcycle. He was lonely and lonely, and there was always a strange old love song in the car: "A gust of wind and a gust of rain, too sad in the wind and rain." A gust of wind blew love into my arms. A gust of rain knocked hatred into my heart. I, in the wind, love you, hate you in the rain, love you in the wind and hate you. It doesn't matter if it's rainy, love and hate I'm willing. Grasp the wind and rain and keep it in your heart. "At the moment.

In the night of the countryside, this lingering and gentle song drifts far away, and also heals and heals countless people whose souls are lonely and lonely.

The rest of my life and her silently hugged each other, recalling the unique taste in the lyrics and the sound of rain that gradually intertwined.

Yes, marriage, it's a miserable mystery. They have been with each other for several years, three years of confusion, months of getting better, confusion counts as rain, good as style, wind and rain are intertwined, love and hate are entangled, and in the end, isn't it still you and me, okay together?

After the body recovered, the rest of his life was actively lingering.