Standing in the old street, looking at it, there are many people, more crafts, exquisite and dazzling.

Chen stopped in front of a small booth of gongs and drums, with a literary wood sign hanging on it, with a price on it, a poem in the lower left corner, and a small piece of green bamboo forest.

The master is a middle-aged man in his forties. He has long shawl hair and is tied with a rubber band. He wears a light gray robes dressed by ancient scholars. He is carving a piece of rectangular dark brown wood in his hand. It has no effect on him.

There are a few to watch and watch, and one is waiting for the woodcarving to complete, paying to leave, Chen has been watching, waiting for the man to leave, he told the master that he also wants one.

The master asked, "Which kind is it? Is the zodiac still?"

Chen went to the left behind Nunu's mouth and said in a very small voice, "I will engrave one according to his appearance, and then engrave one according to my appearance."

The master seems to be the leader of the heart. If he doesn't say anything, he picks a piece of wood from the big box at his feet. "Do you have a photo of the little brother?"

Chen said that there was a picture taken by the former machine to the master, and the master took the phone.

He secretly went to see the man and found that the other party did not pay attention to it. He was relieved. If he was discovered, he would definitely disagree.

In less than three minutes before the booth, Chen was impatient. I wanted to go there and see, there are a lot of crafts on this street. "Master, I will give you the money first, come over later. Can you take something?"

The master said.

Chen then turned to the next booth, and the tail behind it followed. The two of them went forward and forth, as long as they had stinky tofu, the people behind would step up and pull him away.

Nervous, can't understand.

Chen saw the sale of the cockroach. He walked through the crowd and walked there. The master was blowing "Laughter in the Bohai Sea". The joy and enmity, the tunes of the Swordsmanship came out from the little instruments. The indescribable vicissitudes of life make it easy for people whose ears are baptized to slow down unconsciously, or even stop laughing and laughing, to feel the grief quietly.

As a versatile boy, Chen has definitely entered the hall, entered the kitchen, got a bed, played a monster, and blew a slap in the air. He always has a skill, he will blow the harmonica, and the piano will play a song. "Starry Sky", will play the guitar, will play drums, will dance, dance, not only these, but also have studied this thing, I feel that whether it is blowing or listening, there is a kind of old man who is talking with the old voice The feelings of those long years.

The voice is slowly moving, it seems that the old man will sleep in the next second, but it has been lingering in the ear, penetrating through the eardrum and going to the heart.

Chen and the heart of the tide, could not help but reach out and pick up a cockroach on the side of the mouth.

There was a voice behind it. "You can't blow the tune."

Chen turned his head again and the black man asked for a good face.

The book took off the cockroaches in his hand and put them back. "Don't blow this, dirty."

The master who sells 埙, "..."

Chen was taken away, feeling that he was a child who followed the parents to play, this can not eat, that can not touch, it is simply unreasonable.

The book said, "Go to the sausage."

When I heard that I could eat, Chen was happy again, and asked where I was happily.

The face of the book was soaked and took him to another alley.

After a while, Chen sat in a Chinese-style restaurant with a freshly cooked sausage rice in front of him. The white rice was round and fragrant, with a row of sliced ​​sausages on top. In the middle of the bacon, there are a few green leaves, next to a half-cut half-half egg.

The face is good. He took a piece of sausage with a chopstick and ate it. It tasted good, chewed vigorously, and had no taste of flour.

On the opposite side of the book, the sautéed meat of the scallions, the pork belly placed on the sauerkraut, and the sauce, the color of the honey juice is very uniform, and it looks very appetizing.

Chen put the sausage on the side and ate the meat while eating the sauerkraut. "Why don't you eat it?"

I didn’t move the chopsticks, “I don’t eat meat.”

Chen and Yi, I am not talking about you, Director, you don’t want to eat anything, waste is shameful, I don’t know?

He was about to speak, and he heard the man say, "You like to eat."

Chen brushed his head again, and the rice in his mouth forgot to swallow. Who, who are you now? 1 or 2, or 3456789...

The script is over-the-top and back again. "Don't eat it."

Chen went down to his eyelids and continued to eat. After a while, he suddenly remembered the woodcarving. He hurriedly talked to the book and ran downstairs. When he was there, he found the booth still there.

When the master saw him, he handed over the two carved woodcarvings. "Look at it."

Chen took the woodcarving in his hand. He himself just passed it at a glance. He was mainly staring at the script. The eyes were double eyelids, the nose was very thin, the lips were thin, and the features were caught. Like, thank you uncle."

The master asked more, "Is this your brother?"

Chen nodded again, "Yeah."

The master smiled and said, "No wonder, when you were walking in front of you, your brother has been following behind. Once you met someone, he was nervous at the time. It’s really rare. Both of your brothers are old. Your brother still protects you like this."

Chen also smiled and put the woodcarving in his pocket and ran back to find the book.

On the second floor of the restaurant, the script was looking down. The figure of the young running broke into his field of vision. Like a gust of wind, the range was so messy that it was difficult to restore calm.

Chen Youlu went to 阎 before writing, put the wood carving under his nose, like a child waiting for praise, "Give you."

The book is frowning, "What is this?"

Chen blinked. "Is it you, can't you see it?"

The objective evaluation of the script is "not visible."

He dismissed the woodcarving. "I am not so ugly."

"Well wood carving, compared with real people, how much is still a little different, mainly in the shape, and the kind of look between the eyebrows."

Chen pointed to the woodcarving, and then pointed to the man's brow. "Look, this moment's Sichuan word is completely restored, like an old man, exactly like you."

Shu, "..."

Chen is still there. "Really, the master is so powerful. We were not there anymore. He was able to engrave you in such a short time and seized your biggest feature. I think that with his craft, I can open a class."

When he said that his mouth was dry, he took the teacup on the table and drank water. "What do you think?"

The book opened and walked away.

Chen almost spurted out of the water. He turned and shouted. "Isn't the wood carving? I also engraved one for myself, but I haven't shown it yet!"

The book said, "I am afraid that watching will scare me to have a nightmare every day."

"..." Chen and Zhang wood carving, "Yes, children, you will mix with me later, I promise to have a place to sleep, you will not let you blow."

Catch up with the man, Chen asked, "I sent you a text message before, did you see it?"

The footsteps of the book are awesome.

Chen is not stupid. When he looks at the man's expression, he guesses what he is, and he can't help the law. "Where, are you shielding me?!"

The script does not answer, "What message do you send?"

Sure enough, Chen squinted at him, setting up a message that wouldn’t accept strangers, and never had to save his son’s number in his mobile phone. Director, you are too much.

He was downcast and took his shoes on the bluestone road. He felt that he was useless. He wanted to die and live now. In this person, he is a stranger.

Well, there is something to gain, that is, to get 08 evil values, nothing else.

Not good.

The reason is unclear. Chen’s heart is stuffy and he doesn’t want to talk. Although he is laughing all day, he is not a robot, and he will have unhappy time. Hey, forget it, don’t go shopping, boring. It’s even more boring if you don’t want to make trouble later.

"I am back to the hotel."

Chen dropped another sentence and left without looking back.

Standing in the same place, the scriptures have come back to God, and there is no trace of the youth. He licks his lips and feels helpless and panic.

After Chen returned to the hotel, the spirit would be fine. He was the kind of balloon that was so mad, and it was amazing that he would rush again.

For various reasons, the operation was arranged at 10 o'clock in the evening, and there are still about five hours from now.

Chen took out the woodcarving and poked his face on the woodcarving. The woodcarving fell awkwardly backwards, and was screwed up and then poked. Poorly bullied, carrying the pots and pans for his main owner.

"I am not good to you? Well? You said, am I good to you?"

Chen went to the woodcarving and spit it out. "You think about it with your brain. Every time I was engaged by you, did I have a temper, and you made a slap, I am just awkward, is this the case?"

"I have a horn on my back carrying a family name. Have I said a complaint? I don't! You, good evening to me, hug me in the dead, the next morning, I don't recognize people. How do I do it? I am not ruined by you?"

"No conscience, even if you are different during the day and night, you can touch me with your hand, kiss me with your mouth, cry for me, smile for me, tell me that you love me, can't live without me. It’s also you who die and don’t let go. It’s still you who are doing it.”

Chen said that he was tired. He touched the woodcarving in his arms. "Is you you are all you, can't you be better for me?"

"Actually, I am telling you the words of the heart, I am dying in the real world. Now I have to complete the task to be born again, that is, I can still live. You are my first mission goal. I understand. The strange thing is, I really think you are familiar."

"Look, when you hold me, I like it very much, that is, how to say it, like the feeling of falling in love, is happiness..."

There was a trace of water on the woodcarving. Chen stayed for a while and panicked to call the system. "When it is over, I am sick."

The system said, "You are free."

Chen added, "No, I am definitely sick, or how can I cry for no reason?"

The system said, "You are free."

"..." Chen said unhappy, "rolling."

The system said, "Get the mission away as soon as possible."

Chen is speechless, you think I don't want to, I want to go home, of course, the better the better, but the progress of the task can not be controlled.

He wiped the water from the woodcarving and lost it.

After brushing the phone for a while, Chen went to the director. Everyone did not get together. He should say it earlier. He said that it is not the same thing to ask the director.

At the door, the man in black black pants stood with a bag in his hand.

Chen stayed another, "How are you here?"

The book gave him the bag, and said plainly, "There is a microwave oven in the west, and it is hot at night."

Chen received the hand and smelled the faint smell that floated out. He knew that it was the meat of the plate. He didn't expect the man to fold back and pack it. "The operation is at ten o'clock, and I have no time to eat."

The book said, "My room has a refrigerator, let me go first."

Chen pumped his mouth, fucked, and the refrigerator? He doesn't even have a computer there. He has to use the Internet to go online. The difference is too big, right? "That line, you take it back."

The book took the bag and asked, "What is the text message?"

Chen added, "The director asked me to ask you if the two departments should have a meal together?"

The book is frowning.

Chen swallowed, can you not wrinkle? It was originally a Sichuan word eyebrow, still wrinkled, serious to no friends.

According to his understanding, the edict will not nod. This kind of eating and drinking is a waste of time and meaningless. The director gave him the hardship, and he really cares for him. He has nothing to say.

He has no hope, but he has heard the man ask for the time and place.

"I don't know, the director didn't tell me, I will ask now, wait for me."

The edict called the youth, "Telephone contact."

Chen looked at the man into the elevator. It took only half a day to react. This is indirectly telling him that he has saved his mobile phone number. Why don't you just say that...

Half an hour later, people from two departments met at the local restaurant.

Chen has just eaten the sausage rice, not hungry, it is to come to the individual head, as if the entire department thinks that there is him, can live an atmosphere, and talk with the book.

The legs under the table were smashed, and Chen’s face suddenly became subtle. Who, he looked at him and saw who was suspicious.

Everyone is normal.

Chen’s leg was once again smashed. He pretended to accidentally put the chopsticks on the ground. When he bent down and squatted, he observed the left and right and the opposite feet. The dark brown leather shoes are the script, and the black high heels are ginger. Beauty, blue sneakers is a graduate of the department, flat white shoes are a doctor under the book.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Chen sat back again. If he continued to drink coconut milk without any problems, who would want to do something with him? "444, do you know?"

The system said, "Jiang Meiren wants to marry the director. The direction is not accurate. I am here."

Chen sneaked away to swear by Jiang Meiren. It was a shy gesture of a little woman. There wasn’t a drop of wine on the table, but people were drunk, and they all floated up. They will sing a song at any time. I am beautiful, I am drunk. Drunk, "She doesn't know if she is jealous of me?"

The system said, "I don't know."

Chen also understands that Jiangmei is immersed in "I am jealous of him, he does not hate the reaction, it means that I am also interested in me, just consider the subordinate relationship is not good performance" in the brain compensation state.

He looks at the man, the other person is talking to the director, and the whole is a beautiful man in a textbook version.

The atmosphere of Zhuo Shang is good. Don't drink alcohol, don't smoke, don't make loud noises, just eat a few mouthfuls of rice and a few dishes.

In the bathroom, several doctors are tidying their hair while chatting.

"This meal is very unusual today. The director has never deliberately contacted other departments. This is an exception."

"I heard that Chen is looking for the director."

Jiang Meiren put a glimpse of hair and then asked casually, "Who heard it? Impossible."

"It's Xiao Zhang, you don't remember. He is a fellow with me. Before we came, we talked on WeChat. He sent me a voice, I will listen to you."

The doctor took out the mobile phone and transferred it to the chat window. When he clicked on a voice, he rang a male voice. "If you want to ask your director, you can only use Dr. Chen from our side. You don't know, this is our director." Explained to him."

In this sentence, let the atmosphere in the bathroom become different, and several women have their own minds.

"What does Chen want to do?"

"What else can you do? Of course, you want to rely on the director's big tree and don't let go, expecting to be able to rise to the attending doctor."

"He has a high degree of education and he is coming back from abroad. Isn't it a good thing to go up?"

"There are many long night dreams. He has several seniors waiting for him. There are back doors at home. It's so easy. It doesn't make any means, only the ones that have been brushed down."

The atmosphere changed again, and for a moment, a doctor said, "Who, the little Liu of the brain surgery was transferred to the emergency department, and the first day of the trip went wrong. She was saving an alcohol. When the poisoned patient was beaten by the family members who had been drunk by the other party, the scene was chaotic and I have not yet got justice."

"Everyone is still safe and self-sufficient, don't do anything under the director's hand."

"Hey, sister, look at what you said, what can we do? Everyone will talk privately. Who dares to chew the tongue in front of the director."

"I have something to say, you must keep it secret. I have inadvertently hit the director four times this month. He is all on the second floor. After returning, I feel very good. It is estimated to be internal medicine. Which woman is interesting."

Jiang Meiren wiped the water on the handle of the paper towel and only asked at the beginning, and did not open it again. I don’t know what abacus is playing.

In the hallway, Chen stood there with the script, and he heard that he should not hear it.

He looked up at the man, director, don't listen to them nonsense, I am close to you with purpose, but the purpose is not to attend the doctor's work, really, my chest is only with rubies, no big black, "I have not I want to use you to rise to the attending physician."

The book glanced at him. "Even if you think about it, you can't use it."

Chen shrugged again. "As long as you don't believe what the people inside said."

He leaned over and said in a whispering volume, "I also have something to say, that is, I think you are very familiar. We may be lovers in our last life, maybe in the last life, and in the last life."

The book is turned around and left.

Chen chased it up and continued to smash it. He wanted to tease the man. "Where, I don't have nonsense, I don't believe you don't feel it. Every time I haven't touched it, you will be hard."

The figure of the script was stunned and turned and glared at Chen.

Chen has another face and is forced to do it. I don’t know how many times I’ve got it. How is it like an innocent old man? "Your ears are red."

The ear of the book is hot, "Chen, what kind of person are you?"

"I am a long-legged handsome guy. You can see it with your eyes. You will have some yoga. You have good toughness. This is no one knows better than you. You like to eat snacks. If you die, you should eat. You slowly Will find out."

Chen smiled and said, "Do you like to peel onions? If you like it, you can try to peel off me and make sure you don't have spicy eyes."

The face of the book is black.

Chen added, "I am going to the toilet, are you going? Together."

The script suddenly changed his face and ran away.

Chen was stunned. What happened? This is, scared like that, funny. Isn’t he just talking about going to pee, but going to drink urine?

He went to the toilet and the table was gone.

"No one is waiting for me."

When Chen slammed the sentence, he went outside and heard a voice behind him. "Chen is again."

The same name, different people are called out with different voices, and it feels completely different.

The book sent Chen to the hotel, "Give me."

Chen took a step back and put the back on the door. "No, there is surgery at night. I have to stand for a few hours, and I will go back tomorrow."

The ear of the book is red again. "I am talking about wood carving. Where do you want to go? Thought is not healthy."

Chen Zai, "..." Oh, you are thinking about health, when you are doing it, you can't do it, don't let me pee, don't let me pee, I have to cry, is it so mad? !

He stole his face and took the card to open the door. He took out the wood carving from the bag and gave it to the man. "Get it."

The book said, "Not this."

Chen added, "This is this."

The script is half-sounding, "Your."

Stupidly stood up for a while, Chen grabbed the bag and turned it out in the small corner inside. He couldn’t believe it. Although he was pointing at the other party when he was carving, the gap between ideal and reality Boss, he also thought about going back and then trying to give the woodcarving to his hands.

For example, when this person has changed, it is absolutely OK.

"Do you really want me this?"

Look at the book, don't want it, "It's ugly."

Chen rolled his eyes again. "I tell you, now that you have taken it, you have to keep it, you can't just throw it away. It is also a life."

I am looking at your face and screaming at me. "This is a woodcarving, a dead object."

Chen has nothing to say about the nonsense. "I have injected my soul into it. You put it on the bed. I will watch you every night, sing a lullaby for you, and go to the dream to find you." ""

Shu, "..."

Chen also found that the man was still in the room, his eyes asked.

The book said, "I have to do one thing."

Chen looked at him so rigorously and formally, and he also took a lazy gesture. "What?"

The throat of the script rolled, and the back was bent back in Chen, and the lips rubbed Chen’s forehead.

It’s fast and light, and Chen doesn’t feel anything, isn’t it?

He saw that the man turned and walked to the door. It was really gone. He said that the person who was just right to him was the target himself. He could not only rely on his **** to identify, but also rely on his mouth to distinguish.

Sometimes deep into the throat, like to be alive to dismantle him into the abdomen, sometimes very entangled | | cotton, sometimes very innocent, sometimes very gentle, sometimes not a pro, is awkward, sometimes kiss He, let him have a feeling of being cared for, really different.

Chen felt magical. When a person did the same thing for him, he even made him feel differently.

On the other hand, the script met Jiang Meiren under the hotel building.

When Jiang Meiren came over with a man's cold eyes, his inner joy and excitement disappeared instantly. Her face was white and a few points, and it was ugly. It was not the other party when eating.

Who is that?

Jiang Meiren was nervous for a moment, and let go of her heart. No matter who she is, she has nothing to do with her. Isn't she panic.

"Director, I have something to ask you to give me some advice."

The footsteps of the script are not stopped, "say."

Jiang Meiren walked on the high heels and followed him. "I am a distant relative. He himself has coronary heart disease. His physical condition is not very good. Recently, he has found an intracranial tumor. Which treatment method do you think? The risk will be relatively low?"

"Intracranial tumor?" said the book, "You should consult brain surgery."

Jiang Meiren said, "I asked, I said that it is not suitable for surgery. I want to hear other suggestions from you."

The book said, "No."

He is on the side, "The brain surgery thing, don't put it on the side of the heart surgery. You don't even know this. How is the graduate thesis completed?"

Jiang Meiren’s expression was stiff, and she looked at the back of the man’s face and pinched her hand.

Behind it, a body, a rush of breath was sprayed in her neck. She was shocked first, then she knew who it was, disgusted and vomiting, restrained her emotions. "You are crazy, want to be seen by others." ?"

The man's stunned Jiang Meiren from the back. "Now I know I am afraid? Just hooked up||Take your director, why didn't I see you afraid?"

He snorted twice. "When I was eating, I dared to be in the face of two departments. I took the ankle officer twice, Xiao Jiang, you are so courageous."

Jiang Meiren struggled with a move.

The man greedily sniffed the taste in her neck. "Unfortunately, every time you are jealous, it is the man named Chen."

Jiang Meiren struggled vigorously and looked back at the man.

The man smiled, and Sven’s, it’s not like the appearance of the move. “I wonder how I know it? Because I saw it.”

There is no fluctuation in the face of Jiang Meiren.

The man said, "Your director is not interested in you. Isn't this a clear thing? Why are you turning around with a fly like a fly? It's better to leave the **** hospital and go with me. I will keep you happy than now. ""

Jiang Meiren sneered. "It's not easy, it's not happy. It's all about me. It has nothing to do with you. You are less a little idle."

The man is injured. "I don't care about other people's business, but you said that you have nothing to do with me. I have to clarify this. Last year, the year before, the year before, I have used it for you for the past three years. The t is enough to fill a few big boxes, you don't remember?"

He shook his head and said, "It seems that when you return home, you only care about your director."

Jiang Meiren shivered and "rolled."

"You tried it tonight, and there is nothing to gain, really poor." The man smiled and sighed and said with pity, "Guess, if your director knows that you have other thoughts about him, will he still Leave you to be under your own hands?"

Jiang Meiren’s voice trembled. “What do you want?”

The man whispered in her ear.

Jiang Meiren slaps the palm of her hand, and she puts her hand down and tightly. "Not tonight, next week."

The man is very good at talking, "Okay, I am waiting for you."

He stuffed a piece of paper into the collar of Jiang Meiren. "For your new number, pull me black again. I will go to the hospital to find you. By the way, talk to your director and your colleague." The past."

"Yes, your director is very uncommon with the person named Chen."

Jiang Meiren asked, "What do you mean?"

The man smiled and pinched her face. "When you come next week, I will tell you slowly."

Jiang Meiren took the paper out and tore it into the trash.

After the surgery was finished in the evening, Chen went back to the hospital on the sleeper bus. He was also not good at independence, and he could only follow the flow.

The bunks on the car are very narrow, and the single can barely lie down, without extra space toss.

After Chen lay down, he couldn't sleep, and no one was chatting around. He took out his mobile phone and brushed it. The script was still in the operating room. It was not until tomorrow at noon. It took ten hours, so hard.

"444, can you show me a straight || broadcast?"

The system asks, "What straight || broadcast?"

Chen added, "The surgery of the script."

In the next second, there was a projected thing in the void. He immediately went to see other people in the car, and did not respond. The driver was also, only he could see it.

Soon, Chen didn't want to see it, his chest was cut open, and the blood was dripping. He really couldn't see it. "Turn off and turn off."

The system said, "Can't close midway."

Chen Hehehe, "Cute me."

The system said, "I am bored in the car, you can watch it slowly and pass the time."

Chen wants to cry without tears, and engages in hair. He closes his eyes and finds that the picture on the projection is connected with his brainwaves. Fuck, this is to force him to die, right?

So toss until the next morning, when other people got up, they were sleepy, thinking about how to take a nap in the morning. When they packed up, they found that the young man was holding his knees on the bed, and his face was so embarrassed that he suffered huge The stimuli are not going to work.

"Xiao Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Chen took the red-blooded eyes to see the director. He grabbed the other's arm and asked him miserly. "Director, can I take time off in the morning?"

The director said no, "Are you sick?"

Chen shook his head and nodded. He didn't agree to take time off. I didn't want to talk to you. He heard the director say, "It's your turn to be on duty this evening. Don't want to be lazy."

"..."

At noon, the book came back from Lingcheng, received a call from the old classmate, and came to his office to find him.

"The last time you told me something on the phone, what is it?" Bai Xu said, drinking a tea, said with a leg. "If it is an emotional problem, I can't help you."

The two-finger seams of the script are placed on the abdomen. "This is a long story."

Bai Xu’s eyes are stunned. “Listening to the beginning is not like your style. You shouldn’t really have emotional problems?”

The book opened his eyes.

Bai Xu coughed. "You continue to talk long. I only need to see a patient who is recovering in the afternoon. I am not busy."

The edict is not too quick to say, "I have a friend. He suddenly made some strange moves some time ago, and then there is no memory for those moves."

Bai Xu came to the interest, "And then?"

"If he does a move, he will become another person. After a day, he will become a different person." The book said, "He feels that he is a split personality, he goes to the doctor, but it has no effect. Recently he I find that those actions are not done for no reason, but through one thing, or one sentence, or even one song."

Bai Xu did not understand, "How do you say this, like the evil?"

The book blinked. "The friend told me that there were a lot of ambiguous pictures in his mind, and he heard some voices. He suspected that his own spirit had problems."

"Not like."

Bai Xu said, "Have he suffered any blows in his early years? You know, personal circumstances are different. Sometimes, one thing can magnify in one's mind and affect a lifetime."

The book shook his head, "No."

Bai Xu’s eyebrows fell into meditation. After a moment, he suddenly spoke. “The book, the friend you said, will not be yourself?”

阎No change in color, "No."

Bai Xu asked, "Which friend? Do I know?"

"You don't know." The book said, "Are you sure that it is not a split personality?"

"Personality split is a body with multiple souls. One person plays multiple roles. Those characters are independent of each other. They are not connected. They even want to kill each other and become the only personality."

Bai Xu said, "From the information you said, you can't judge it completely. Do you want to give me the contact information of your friend, and wait until I have time to come and see it."

The body of the script is leaning back and heads up. "I haven't spoken yet."

Bai Xu’s face was pumping, “That’s what you said.”

"I just said that my friend found that those actions were not done for no reason. They wanted to pass one thing, or one sentence, or even one song. Not only that, but only the same person."

The script says, "The same thing, the same thing, the same song, for the individual, has no effect on my friend."

The pressure in the office has dropped a lot with this sentence. There is a coolness inexplicable, and it is hard to quickly hover over the sky and can't drive away.

Bai Xu sat up straight, and the voice went down a few minutes. "The key is on that person?"

The book looks out the window, "should be."

Bai Xu stretched out a finger and scratched his chin, rubbing it from left to right. "There are some weird phenomena that science can't explain in this world. There is also medicine that can't be penetrated."

Hemo || licked the edge of the cup, half jokingly said, "Maybe your friend and the other are tied with a line that is invisible to the naked eye, mutual restraint, mutual influence."

"If it is not a vicious influence, it is actually okay, right. Your friend is a man or a woman. What about the other party? If you are a man and a woman, you can be together. The greatest strength is love. It is absolutely omnipotent."

The book smashed the eyebrows. "You have nothing else to say?"

Bai Xu spread his hand. "I can't see anyone. I can't observe his heart. You still expect me to say a flower."

The book said, "Come on your go."

Bai Xu put his legs down and the dust that does not exist on the bombs. "The next time I bring people over, I use hypnosis to enter his dreams, maybe I can find something."

He took a few steps and turned back. "Is it really not you?"

The script waved.

When Bai Xu went to the door, he said, "What, when I came up, I saw Jiang Meiren. She seems to be getting more and more beautiful. Then a big beauty is around, you don't move, it's a waste."

"I have long wanted to tell you that I have doubts about your health problems and that they are almost diagnosed."

The chair of the book is turned, lazy.

Bai Xu said as he walked, "Don't be busy on the operating table all day, look at the world outside, you will find that the world is much more beautiful than you think."

The script supports the forehead, and the pictures appear again. It seems a little clearer than when it appeared last time. He can capture the modern dress, the ancient dress, the military uniform.

His brain, his tongue didn't listen, and he couldn't control it. "Little liar, you can't forget me." "Brother, you have to wait for me." "A ugly, we will never be separated again." "You want to be embarrassed, so obedient." "Liao Qingfeng, I don't hate you, I love you from beginning to end." "Little madman, Dad loves you."

The swearing book has a splitting headache, like a few hands in my head, trying to stick out the beginning skin.

He pumped himself twice and was awake.

Outside the half-open door, a doctor saw the director pumping himself and scared the urine.