I draw a circle on the beach,

A world of ease for both of us.

……

Legend has it that you were stranded for love.

I can also do it for you,

Forget my unchanging vows,

……

As the old saying goes, the heart is idle to nourish nails, and people are idle to nurture their hair. I don't remember when it started, but I don't have a little hobby of raising nails at all. Dressing up is not to be sloppy.

The phrase "women who are pleasing to themselves" can simply be taken as a guideline. Although after a long wait and longing, many difficulties were barely closed;

Although he also picked his feet and picked his nostrils at him with a plain face, farted and snored. The hidden fat on his body, except for clothes, is only known to him.

But I still can't be sloppy in this matter, and the air conditioner in the office has recently become very poor. In the afternoon when she was as sleepy as she remembered in the heat of the night, she sat in the lecture hall of the university and listened to the psychology teacher stand on the stage and boast about the wonderful use of psychology in life like a magic stick sermon.

The teacher said that if you want to make a deeper impression on your brain of a particular little thing. All you have to do is loop a piece of music that you don't hate. In this way, one day in the future, there will be a certain scene and sound in your environment, and you will remember it vividly.

At that time, she sat in the classroom expressionless, and her heart was somewhat unimpressed by this statement.

The Walkman repeats the single over and over again for the mermaid all day long. What deepened in my mind over and over again was the lingering picture of his wine pond and meat forest laughing wildly. This kind of offensive torture in the spirit is like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, which makes people mad.

I can't help but try to be as tactful as possible to talk to my mother and ask for advice. Mom said lightly on the phone, men, you always have to socialize at work. It's all nonsense to say that men should be careful about going out of the party, that's all nonsense.

As long as he's not an addictive type of flower-seeker. Your man doesn't work in the system, and his self-employment and efforts to make money are like sailing against the current. It's a matter of not advancing or retreating.

While thinking about what her mother meant by "addictive looking for flowers and asking willows", she corrected the fragrant pictures in her mind frame by frame.

Holding a spoon in his hand and tasting the salty taste, he added almost the entire packet of salt to the soup pot that had been cooked over the old fire. The first thing that came to mind was not remorse, but uncontrollable anger.

A few hours after her brain was flushed out of the Heavenly Spirit Cover with anger, the man she loved so much knelt on the washboard next to the bed in the bedroom with a smile on his face.

Do you have what you need at home? Both mentally and physically!

Yes.

Did I give it to you when you need it?

Given.

Have you ever been dissatisfied?

No, I don't.

"Is the family worse than you served those warblers and swallows last night?" After asking this, she also puffed up her chest proudly, and was also full of confidence in her despair of the development level of her secondary sexual characteristics.

No.

Don't you get a response and cater when you want it?

No, I don't.

Is there anything you can't be satisfied with?

I'm satisfied.

So what's the difference between what's at home and what's outside?

No...... No, you wait for me to get a message...... The difference is that the outside may be more coquettish...... No, what's the difference? …… Do you think there's a difference when the lights are turned off? …… Got it, it's a trap question, right? I refused to answer.

She leaned against the bedroom door, clutching the remote control of the air conditioner in her hand and pressing it non-stop. pressed to the coldest 16 degrees, I still felt that I couldn't blow the inexplicable anger in my heart.

He wanted to run away.

She was so aggrieved that she exploded, and he actually wanted to run away!

He rushed to the door, looked back at her, and looked at her again. Slowly turned around and took her into his arms. Her anger was still unsubsided, and she was so angry that she couldn't afford a flattering hug three feet closer.

Instinctively resisted the outstretched arm of him.

He finally felt the cold aura, and picked out an aggrieved and resentful expression by picking out his temples. opened and opened his mouth, and finally decided to put away his extra expression and obediently go to wash and sleep.

One person occupies one side of the bed, and the air conditioner is full of masculinity when the hand stretched out from the inside. The muscles are tight and the bones are distinct, and one hand performs the teeth and claws of the whole body.

She bent her hand and tugged at the corner of the double pillow, and whispered in her mouth that you don't, I feel dirty.

The hand stiffened as if it were electrocuted, and Yi Xing Shan retracted.

Between the back and the back, there is an abyss.

When I woke up the next day, I opened my mouth and shouted in a drowsy mood: Sister, have you washed the rice for boiling porridge? The vegetable oil in the rice floated up to cover the porridge, and it was still hot to the mouth......

There is no crisp "I know" or "I still need to say it" with a strange meaning.

The next sentence of these brief responses is usually a grunt in large characters on the bed in which he completely relaxes his limbs: "Every time you know, every time there is a layer of fat like bean skin in the bowl." I'm going to have your tongue burned!

There was no sound in the room this morning, and it was silent. There is no clattering sound from the frying pan when the egg is fried. There is no dull sound of the blade hitting the cutting board when cutting the pickle head. There is no chaotic sound of a colander hitting the rim of a pot under the boiling water, or the slight sizzling of the noodles when they come out of the water......

It's weird, it's so quiet!

He scratched his head. I was stunned for a few seconds before I remembered: yes, there was a quarrel last night. I was reluctant to finish washing, but my sister couldn't find it. I confirmed that she should have gone to work early.

Going to work so early? What an industrious little bee to pack. I haven't eaten breakfast as a private business owner, what kind of bullshit class do you go to a lying flat young man who sits in the office all day long, drinking cold tea and reading old newspapers?

After walking around the room twice, I found a bowl of golden millet porridge and a small plate of cut pickles on the small dining table in the living room. Sure enough, there was a layer of vegetable oil that scabbed over the bowl and covered the bowl tightly.

There is a post-it note pressed under the bowl, on which is handwritten a sentence: I won't come back if I don't call today to apologize deeply, and I'll fly away from now on!

The flying character is also deliberately written as a traditional 飛, and the two small wings are vivid. The signature is a stick figure that is very unhappy with the corners of his mouth pressed down.

Zhang Saiwen picked up the chopsticks and changed his facial expression while stirring the porridge in the bowl hatefully. The upper and lower mouths are struggling, and the tone is disdainful to talk to himself:

Apologize deeply and fly away...... Shouldn't it be a sincere apology...... You stinky illiterate...... Abba Abba ...... Cut......

After eating the porridge, I deliberately left a mouthful of pickles in my mouth, dragged the bag from the sofa and went out. When I went out the door, I turned around and thought it was wrong at the top of the stairs. There was no one to lock the door in the back, so quickly go back and lock the door.

I locked the door and went downstairs, and after walking a few stairs I remembered that it was wrong, and there was no one to wash the dishes behind. Hurry back again, open the door, put down the bag, wash the dishes, and clean up the table. Then he whistled and went to work.

Driving from the family area to the gate of the compound, he knew that the exit of the car was her office overhead.

Sitting in the car, he deliberately waited for the uncle to open the old iron fence door. Then he suddenly slammed the accelerator, and the car rushed out of the yard and hit the road like a wild horse on the loose.

The uncle was wearing a military coat and standing in the wind with half a cigarette in his mouth, and he was very frightened.