Aunt Zhou looked outside the door and let us in. The sound dropped a few minutes.

"You don’t know, dead fat is not Lao Shi himself. It is said that his wife stole Lao Wang from next door the other day and Lao Shi went to the hospital for examination. Lao Shi’s niece found that blood was wrong, which was a goof. Lao Shi also had a fight with Lao Wang the other day. Now Lao Wang’s family is also fried."
"That now dead fat? “
"Dead Fat has been at his grandmother’s house recently."
Molly and I also had some regrets from the canteen, and then I remembered Dr. Yao. Indeed, the adult world is particularly complicated.
We are thinking about whether to die or not, and go to his grandmother’s house to see him, but we really don’t know how to comfort this kind of thing.
"Loneliness is a long street with a cold wind at its tip. Shallow murmurs have been absent for thousands of years." Molly hummed Jeff Chang Shin-Che Lonely East along the crowd of 3322, and we continued to move forward.
"All love stories condense into blue snowflakes, and my cheeks are wet in the dark." Molly cocked her head and looked at my mouth slightly, which was a happy appearance.
A chubby voice from Tianqiao was in a daze while stuffing food into his mouth.
The train screeched against the tracks, and the whole overpass seemed to vibrate.
"Go away, slim face, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away. Loneliness is a long street."
"Oh, it’s jasmine singing. I’m really redundant. I was rejected by everyone before, but now I’m rejected by my parents. I don’t have any special skills except eating! I was born a mistake, and now no one is willing to accept it, so let the mistake disappear. "Dead Fat said to himself, and then he looked at Tiantai Road, and Sean took Molly’s hand and was particularly dazzling.
Dead fat has stabilized my mind. Maybe it’s all right. If it’s that man, it will definitely give Molly happiness.
The dead fat waved his hand and spread the bag on the food bridge, and the horse flew up
Maybe I can get out of this city, even if it’s a drop of blood, a little meat and a little hair, watching the distant train fly and climb the railing and turn over.
I walked with Jasmine, and I was actually sung by Jasmine. I can’t help but hug Jasmine. I think it won’t be cold even if I hug her in winter.
Molly leaned her head against me and I smiled. When I looked up, I saw Tianqiao dead and fat. I just wanted to call him. Suddenly, I waved my hand and the food bag and food floated out. Then he suddenly climbed the railing.
"Boo-hoo!" There was a loud noise, and blood spattered with minced meat.
"Ah, the dead!"
Pedestrians shouted, and Molly couldn’t help shivering behind me.
Chapter I Collapse
"Isn’t it fat?" Molly was shivering in a heavy suit.
"Let’s go home." I pulled Molly back and felt very bad. When you have happiness, the cruel reality is in front of you again.
When I got home, I went to the bedroom alone and took out the photo. When my hand shook, the photo fell to the ground, and there was a dead fat figure beside the monkey. His hands were fat and his cheeks were bulging. He looked serious and looked at people with chills.
How did it happen that there was no photo after Ling Wu died? What? What? Crouching down to pick up photos, eyes falling on photos, strange words
This word seems to have been seen before. Yes, Russian albums are linked together to form album 12. What is the consciousness of album 12? What does Ling Wu want to tell me?
Photo album Lingwu photo album?
Thought of here, I flew out of the bedroom and ran like the Ling Five.
"Xiang wait for me"
I running all the way wind makes my cheeks ache. I don’t care so much. What Ling Wu said that night was in my mind. He had doubts when he decided that he was a doll, but he was kind after all. He chose himself!
"bump"
"Who?"
When I hit the door, I went inside. Xiaolan looked at me with some surprise.
"Brother, what’s wrong with you?"
I almost jumped into Ling Wu’s bedroom and rummaged through his desk for some furniture.
"Brother, what are you looking for?"
"Brother Xiang, he won’t be happy if you mess up all my things."
I didn’t care so much, but I still rummaged around and finally found an album in the drawer. I hurriedly turned to page 12, and there were several photos on his page, but there was only one photo on page 12.
The photo looks naive. A boy and a little girl laughed and blew out candles together. This photo seems to have some impressions. When we first made up, Ling Wu and Phillips celebrated their birthdays on the same day.
Eyes fixed. The right corner of the photo was taken on May 12th, 2002.