Chapter 71: Wendou - "Previous Dreams" (middle)

Really want to give him... but that is what he has touched, and if it is given to him, will it be regarded as...
In a panic, she screamed again with a scream: "I... I brought it."
The eyes are brushed and the flowers are soft, and most of them are surprised and incomprehensible. Because... a woman gives a man a jade, this is a clear hint.
Is it true that Miss Hua Jia is...
Ye Wuchen's mouth cornered, then moved forward, and soon walked to the front of the flower water. At this time, there is already a jade jade in the hands of the water, and the jasper is crystal clear, small and exquisite, and her double soft skin is better than the skin, and it looks like a jade jade.
With Ye Wuchen's approach, a strange man's breath that made her dizzy, and let the flowers and waters softly dare not look up, she lowered her head, arms twitched to win the jade shorts. Ye Wuchen took it with a smile, and the right hand naturally touched her slippery palm. The hands of the soft water are recovered as a result of electric shock, and then they are tightly held together in the knees. If the face is red, if it is powdered, in her memory, this is the first time that the hands are touched by other relatives. For a woman whose character is conservative, this is enough to make her sleep unstable tonight.
"The beauty of the beauty, no birthday will never forget." Ye Wuchen smiled, he turned and walked to the field, while playing with the jade short hair in his hand, whispered: "Jasper clear, such as daughter's skin, gentle Nephrite, there is still a girl's lip fragrance, but it is abrupt."
Such a provocative statement made all the people present stunned, and the water was soft and squeaky. The dagger was buried deep in the chest, and he was so shy that he immediately fled.
Lin Xiao’s face changed and the smile on his face was completely deformed. The woman who is enamored by herself and has a marriage contract with herself has given her jade to a man in the eyes of the public... and it is a man who is better than himself in all respects, which is exactly equal to being in his heart again. With a knife in the mouth, he wants to scream loudly to vent.
"Short, don't you regret it?" Long Hao asked.
Although the long and short cymbals are basically the same, but the sound quality is too short. It is difficult to adapt to short-term in a short time, and vice versa.
Ye Wuchen nodded and smiled: "This song... is for my own sake."
Play for yourself - Lin Xiao and Ye Wuchen, one for the dead mother, one for himself. Use long squats and short squats. Playing for the dead mother, his filial piety first infects three points and plays for himself, which is relatively dull. Whether it is the initial feeling of giving people, or the use of cockroaches, Ye Wuchen has all fallen.
Ye Wuchen gently put the jade jade on his lips, and a light and pleasant fragrance slowly entered the nose. Huashui's face is soft and his face is hot and scary. Because only her lips touched it, but now... she didn't dare to think about it. She couldn't keep up with this year-round. She didn't even be alone with her men except her father. Said that this has even touched her psychological bottom line. In her heart, such "intimate" contact can only be done between husband and wife.
Tonight, she should not want to calm down to sleep.
However, people waited for a long time, but there was no voice, and Ye Wuchen stood there quietly, like a weathered fossil. Finally, his eyes closed gently, and from this moment on, people suddenly felt that his temperament had undergone tremendous changes in an instant, and even the surrounding gas field had changed significantly, in a short silence. A faint sense of oppression arises from their hearts, and they become more and more heavy, until they are almost impossible to breathe, and the chest is like a heavy iron plate.
Sad emotions can't stop...
A note whispers lightly, very light and light, and light as a breeze. However, this gentle note clearly enters everyone's ears. In the heart, the whole square becomes instantly audible... even the whole world seems to be quiet at this moment, no more A trace of noise, only the accent of that note wrapped around the ear, did not dissipate for a long time.
It was a short and slight note, and everyone felt that their heart was slightly knocked and shook slightly in silence.
The rhythm of the notes finally began to slow up slowly, and their inner trembling accelerated, until the notes finally got into a piece, and they merged into a sad, heartbreaking movement. The voice is still so slight, as if a breeze blows it, it can be completely blown away, but everyone in the field is so clear, because the voice does not seem to ring in the ear, but from The deepest part of the heart slowly came, so that they did not dare to make a slight voice, lest they be interrupted.
A bright day, a bleak wind, a small grass quietly revealing the world, looking at the world. Its appearance carries too much joy and too much hope. In the warmth, the grass grows up gradually, showing off its new life and vitality to the world, but the wind... is still desolate, and from time to time, it will tremble quietly in the wind.
One day, the sky suddenly clouded, and the dark clouds carried a heavy and terrifying pressure, which made people breathless. Finally, the slamming sound, the thunder and lightning cut the cloud curtain, the heavy rain poured down, the wind raging and blowing, ruthlessly destroying the tender grass. In the catastrophic blow, it did not fall down, but still stood proudly in the sky, standing upright in his own body, letting his wind whistle, how the rain is ruthless, it clenched his teeth because it could not fall.
People's hearts are slowly tightening and painful.
After a night of wind and rain, it became weak, but after all, it did not fall, but faced the sky and made a gesture of victory.
However, its disaster is far from ending, but it has just begun. It continued to grow slowly until one day, when more violent storms hit, it still used all its strength to support its tender body, with no fear of suffering, resistance...
Ye Wuchen’s eyes were slightly wet, but they quickly dispersed. In the vague memory, he saw his vague childhood. He saw that he was only three years old and he was clinging to his teeth. Because of too much force, even the blood leaking from his teeth, his expression was so distorted, his body was so trembling, because he endured himself. What kind of pain is it, the kind of pain in the world, only one person has endured it, it is thousands of times more painful than using a knife to get into the body, 10,000 times... But in front of such pain, he did not make a slight voice because he I have to bear everything, I can't let my mother know, I can't let my mother worry, I can't fall down... Because I am waiting for the hope that has been waiting for too long.
Mom... Who are you? Where is it now? Why did I rely on you so much at that time, and these two words made me feel so warm inside, warm and want to cry.
And what is that hope? Why can't I see it no matter how hard I try.
At that time, why did you endure such pain every month, is it the same as half a month ago? No! Not the same, not only completely different feelings, but also the pain at that time is much more painful than half a month ago.
Then, what kind of past do I have?
who am I?
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