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Ever since they were rescued, Xingli has never forgotten the benefactor who saved her life. She was thrilled to tell her classmates about it. Everyone praised the hero's mother. To Xingli's surprise, her classmates spread the makeup of her and Deqiang, which became information to make fun of them. What's even more interesting is that the teacher and classmates made up this story into a drama, asking Xingli and Deqiang to recreate the real characters. Xingli was originally a famous actor in the school, so she agreed without bothering. Na Deqiang has never been on stage, he loves face and refuses to match Xingli. As a result, under the supervision and encouragement of the dean and students, he still acted. And it was a success. Now the story has spread even further.

Soon after arriving in the exile community, the shoe-shiner designed a house that imitated German architecture, and of course, there was a little bit of a Shandong Bo civilian house. When the house was built, it aroused the curiosity of foreigners and mestizos in the exile community. The old shoesmith was very pleased, and he found that the foreigners and half-breeds who had come to watch were wearing long leather boots. The old shoe-shiner thought to himself: Hey, we'll see. It was early spring. In fact, Harbin does not have a clear outline of spring, Harbin spring and winter almost overlap, even in the alternation of spring and summer, the snow has melted away, but a pickaxe down, there is still frozen soil with ice ballast. At night, the owner of the house facing the street can still hear the crisp footsteps of pedestrians breaking thin ice.

She noticed a palm-sized leaf on a rape plant next to her, glowing in the sunlight with strings of glowing blue light. When she read it from beginning to end with curiosity, her face became hot, the tip of her nose was dripping with fine sweat, and her heart was pounding. She knew it was a poem, a love poem, and that it was made by the students of their school—he was the one who did it! she knew his words, and he was the only person in the school who could write such good poems, and, and, moreover...... The title of this poem is written very clearly, it is for XP, isn't this the abbreviation of her Xiuping two-character pinyin? In these few tens of seconds, she even had a feeling of dizziness, she was carried away by this sudden unexpected surprise and happiness, and became a little at a loss, until a classmate in the distance shouted her name.

Walking to the side of the bed, the woman woke up three times and two times, and the woman was so shocked that she hurriedly sat up: "What's wrong?" Yang Sandou shook his hand, suppressed his throat and said: "Look at your broken gong throat! Tell you, luck, luck is coming!" The woman still doesn't care: "Are you falling somersault to pick up gold?!" luck, luck, what do you want to think about in the middle of the night, and it startles people!" The man held the bud and sent it to her nose: "Look-" The woman "heh" and hurriedly asked, "Where did it come from?" Where did it come from, it was not stolen, nor robbed, nor cheated, nor borrowed, as you said, it was picked up by a somersault! Hey, the boiled duck flew to the table!" The woman asked again, "I don't know if it's from the society or private?" "It doesn't matter if it's public or private, the queen mother, or the king of Hades!

Every time Mrs. Qi hears bad news, she misses "Little San'er" even more. He didn't know anything else, but he knew that Xiao San'er's temperament was very stubborn, and he wouldn't come back if he didn't win the battle. The old man did not want to worry about the country, because he thought that the prime minister was the one who was in charge of state affairs, and he himself was just an ignorant people. However, he felt that he did have a serious right to his grandson; no one could say that it was wrong for his grandfather to miss his grandson! When he heard the fall of Baoding, he couldn't help muttering about the third child, and when he saw the second child coming back, the old man also came out and listened to the news—even if there was no news to hear, it was good to look at his grandson. As long as Old Man Qi talked about Xiao San'er, Mrs. Tianyou naturally felt a little sicker. Grandfathers can think of their grandsons as a pastime, but mothers can always think of their sons. Today, in addition to thinking about her third son, she also noticed that the second son went out early and walked around the courtyard with the eldest son. She was very uneasy. Hearing that the second child was back, she also walked out panting.

"Well, it's just that your labor will be in vain. Davydov agreed. Taking Davydov's striped sweatshirt to the rest stop, Hua Liya felt embarrassed, people would definitely gossip a lot, and they would make fun of her...... She squinted at Davydov and shrugged one shoulder to cover it, tucking a warm little ball of cloth into her underwear. When Davydov's dust-stained undershirt was attached to her bare chest, she experienced a strange, strange, and excited feeling: it was as if a strong man had poured all the heat into her body, making her feel extremely full...... Her lips were dry, and sweat poured out like dew on her small, snow-white forehead, and even her steps became fluttering. But Davydov noticed nothing, saw nothing.

Fan Bowen's genius for witticism is active again. Lin Peishan smiled again, stretched her waist, and waved one arm in front of Fan Bowen's face, wafting out some sweet fragrance. It was as if some ants had crawled over Fan Bowen's heart, and his body shook slightly, and he completely forgot what he was trying to say. He looked at Lin Peiyao's long eyebrows, round and small eyes, two scarlet slightly open lips, half-exposed white teeth, glowing neck, and bulging chest,—— he looked at it, watched, and many indistinct thoughts passed through his meninges. But when his eyes finally returned to Lin Peishan's unrequited love, lovelorn face, he suddenly found that Lin Peishan's expression was as calm as usual, the same as a third party, although it was a gentle smile, but this smile obviously could not be explained specially. So another taste of ants crawling seeped into Fan Bowen's heart again, and he suddenly remembered what he should have said......

But he still misses Sheng Shujun very much in his heart. On the way home, he saw a lot of pine balls falling on the side of the mountain, and not only did he not feel unhappy, but a sweet taste came to his heart. Sheng Shujun's hand picked up the loose ball and hit him.