A Certain Someone

Looking at it is actually not crying.

Every time the nose is soy, he will open his eyes or look up. After a while, the extra water vapor will go, he will quickly blink, and the force is slow. Only the end of the end will come up with a red.

Jiang Ti saw him, and he only saw him. I have listened to Mingyang for a long time, saying that his son as long as you don't cry. Looking at the habit of watching, I am afraid that there is no "big thing" in the young age. Even if the emotions have only, they will only be red.

But this time, Jiang Tiki kissed the eyes of the eyes, but tasted the lips. He has lost a lot of things in his life, "lost" experience, "lost" or the first time.

It turns out that this taste is salty, wet, turbulent.

It is empty in the mind, and the heart is full. He was taken by Jiang Tian, ​​and he was stunned with the other party back to the residence.

He was arguing on the door and almost gasped.

Jiang Tian looked cold, but his kiss is always gentle. Even with the youngness of the juvenile period, it is only relatives. But today, he is like confirming some kind of presence, and he kisses very much.

Looking for a long time not to do it, I don't know where to start, people who have not seen it will become nothing.

Until he made a slightly, he gasped a breath, and he grabbed the back of Jiang Ti in the past. He realized that people's memory is much fierce than him, the body is Also.

Even if he drinks wine, it is slow, it will be, and there will be muscle memory with him like a 17th year old. The person who hits his favorite is like the instinct of deep marrow.

My skeleton said, I still love you.

"Wang Zai." Jiang Timi left, and his light fell from the eyes of half, and it was fascinated. His voice is very low, in the quiet night, listen to the softness of people, "We are not good?"

When he was young, he wanted to say anything to say, etc., and he thought that it was reasonable. Waiting for Utopia, waiting for the preliminary, waiting for the wine, wait for a big ...

Later, he finally understood that the world is always changing, no one knows what kind of thing happens in the next moment, just like the title of the ladder corner of 18 years old, "said later," who can think of them late. So many years.

He didn't want to wait for a second.

It took a long time, and I got a head. He still took a wine, and his reaction was a bit slow, and it appeared very straightforward. After he finished his head, he gave his eyes, and he was maded: "But I didn't have much, many people said."

His thumb pinched the other individual fingers and started a unsecured little action. He wants to say "You can wait a while again." The result has not yet come and open, I heard Jiang Ti "Well": "I heard that people like you are much more than high school."

Looking a bit awkward, I want to say that I don't mean this. If it is clear on the weekday, he must react immediately, Jiang Ti is so smart, how can he don't know what he wants to say. Unfortunately, he is still drunk, can only look at each other.

Until Jiang Tie said: "That is chasing me, you decide not to promise."

"Forget it." Sheng said. He is quiet, low and low. "

The tone of his speech is clearly divided into different than 178 years old, and people want to tease. However, Jiang Ti was full of distressing, just looked at him quietly, and then gently ignited his eyes, cheeks, lips.

It's hard to get it, I can't help but respond.

If it is not because of a furry thing, it is surprising that there is no standing in a few corners of the tea. They will have already rolled to the sofa or bed.

Muscle memory is done, and he wanted to kiss you, couldn't help but get a river. It used to be in the interest and possessive desire, I want to see that his brother is smashed from the cold and faint look. right now……

It seems to be it now.

That kind of teenage period makes a bad heart, and it is always looking at the beginning, and it doesn't want to think about it. It seems to be, he can slowly, starting with yourself at a point.

The coffee table is wood, the corner is a bit pointer. Jiang Ti did actually bought a group of silicone bags, but in the past few days, I have flew to Guangdong, and the boxes have not been dismantled.

Looking at the calf, it was blotted, and the blood was seized finely. He sat on the couch, and the culprit of squatting on the coffee table.

It may be that the cat's eyes are too focused. The gods of the prostitutes struggled in the wine and felt the subtle embarrassment, so he got a pillow and squatted, and stopped the waist.

This cat is habits that they are unable to get rid of the river, where dare to sit, not afraid of giving birth.

Thinking of "Life", there is a little uncomfortable. Jiang Ti to go to the bedroom to find a pharmaceutical cream, he taking advantage of the other party, tilting forward, volts watching the cat on the pillow said: "Are you a son of my disappearance for many years?"

Cats may think he wants to smoke it, and the head is withdrawn silently.

Sheng Q: "How do you grow so fat."

The cat and his face have been angry and turned into a plane ear.

I still want to open again, I will see Jiang Ti from the bedroom, I took a small box in my hand: "It is that, not fat is more."

He appeared, two lives in the living room have been stopped. The cat is sitting down and licking the paw, and the poverty went back.

Half, he is old and old "".

"Don't worry." Jiang Di said that he put the broken leg, and smoked Zhang Chuangkou in the box: "Just lived, nothing else."

"I come myself." Sheng Wang just reached out, I was greeted by Jiang Tian.

The wound is stuck in a slightly clear medication, and the fingertips of Jiang Ti is on his calf skin, and touched the homochid. Looking at the consciousness, I took a lower leg and hit the pillow silently.

That cat doesn't know how to be curious about the medicine, suddenly come over, sniff with the smell of his legs with the wet nose.

"Is this in my depe?" This cat is a little bit of fertility, a little bit close, he feels that it is true.

Who knows that he just has a bit to enjoy this kind of close, Jiang Ti poured him a bucket of cold water: "No, it is smashing."

Wanted: "???"

Let your fart.

Looking forward to him, it is not heavy, it is like a hurting leg to a knee reaction.

After kicking him, he reacted, he was in the first, but he looked up, but he took place to hit the wound box, then he smiled very low.

Wanted to feel like a journey of travel in the snow, holding a fire, sitting for a long time, and finally heated after heating. The thaw starts from the end of the hand and the blood, and the blood is lifted by the limbs.

It turned out that for so many years, even if he feels that he has been unfair, but still can laugh the person, as soby.

Jiang Ti's voice is like a switch. After that, I suddenly became a sticky person, followed him into the bedroom and the kitchen, looked at him to brew a cup of honey water, and then I consciously grabbed it.

His words finally slowly, the initial questioning, asked why he changed WeChat, how is the school, life is still convenient, have there be a friend who is not bad?

He heard the air of Jiang Ti, just a few people. Before the holidays, the surrounding store did not open the door, only a few small supermarkets lit the light, but I couldn't find what I want to buy.

There is a home restaurant nearby, and the taste is not very satisfactory. In the New Year, several classmates called Shangjiang to pack dumplings, but only bought a fruit vinegar, and it was very strange to taste. There is a wonderful talent to break, squeezing the same strange spicy sauce and mustard into the vinegar, and I almost eaten a lifelong shadow.

When I have a party and association, Jiang Ti has been taken twice, it is not interested, and I have never participated.

......

Then slowly, and the preliminy is asked to answer, and it is said to himself.

He has been in a hurry, rarely recalls the experience of these years, someone else, what to do, seem to have passed, do not want to say. Until today, he tried to draw a mouthful of mouth in the past few years, and the zero zero scattered.

He thought it would be very difficult, but I really said that everything was fine.

He said the university life, and he hit the "fragrance" of the next dormitory, forced him to move out to rent a house, once I want to raise a cat, lest the house is too cold. However, every time you choose, you will think of that many years ago, so the cat, cat, cat, cat toy, bought a set, but always idle there.

Also said various communities and competitions, in fact, he has already remembered, but it is lively under the gaze of Jiang Tian. When I finally came, I finally revealed a few pieces, and I blew the ability of my students who would plan to plan and pull themselves.

It seems that I saw the eyebrows and surprises of Jiang Ti, and the days of the eastern junited day, there was no white blind.

Looking for a long time, there is no such thing as it is talking to people, it seems that I can't finish it. Just like high school, there is nothing, still can take the mobile phone and tin you with Jiang, chatting in the gap in class. WeChat all day.

Jiang Ti is once worried that he will thirst, aiming at his lips, and finally didn't hold back, got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. When I came back, I had a mouthful of mouth to open my eyes.

He took a shower and took off his stabilized shirt. He turned a wide t-shirt and sports trousers from the wardrobe. Pull out the thin tight line.

He still likes to kneel on the pillow, the hair is stunned, because the heating is too foot, there will always be a few ticles, and it has been like a year.

Jiang Tic took a sip of water, and then supported his bed along his bed. Prestige licked the lips and buried in the pillow.

He suddenly remembered the day after the year of the Art Festival, it was also a late night, and he wanted for half a bed in his bed, and he had fallen asleep. He also parents like this, waiting for the New Year in Lixun Sleeping.

At this moment, all scenes are connected, as if the middle is missing in that years does not exist.

Yesterday is December 29, he stood on the stage of the audience, wearing a shirt with another name, playing a "childhood" with a guitar of the temporary Buddha's foot.

Today is December 31, he turned on the bed like usually, the people like it were within easy reach.

New Year's Day is coming, he closed his eyes in the last few seconds, and the fingers whispered to the prostitute: "Wang Zai, Happy New Year."

I miss you very much, every day is.