I only remember him putting on the mink coat of the rich lady's wife. She said "so cute" and grinned sweetly;
remembering their uncontrollable hormones in the car, he kicked the wiper switch on , Zi La Zi La, he is the same.
Remembering the little Kiki who stretched out the poor little head he caught in a panic, she hurried to borrow the tongs, and at the end she left a handful of blood and fur for her Mr. Tong.
I remember that after the crash, he held the blood that was snaking down her calf and stopped the car helplessly on the road, as if she was for a miscarriage.
I remember he pulled back that little yellow plaid coat, he kissed her slightly protruding belly, she asked him what the smell was, and he answered through her chili milk, the smell of oysters.
I remembered that she went to sleep with nothing to do, sucking her fingers, but he ignored the romantic scenes and seemed unable to spoil her sweetness. He moved to a chair and sat down, just looking, as if he had never looked at it carefully, and smiled.
I remember he was driving her, she was wearing a blue floral dress and her classic blue straw hat, and she held the bunch of flowers in her hand to the taxi driver to passers-by to the world to announce that they were married.
I remember that he came in with a bra with Kiki on tiptoe and twisted his hips, learning how the balloons in the bra squeaked and sucked and put on his cheeks to be cute. She got up and furious and he satirized her mother for the first time. Fear.
Remembering that he buried her in the sand to annoy her, she struggled, not forgetting to yell a chucky butterfly.
I remember he picked up a bottle of gin at the beach, drank it recklessly, stopped suddenly, howled sadly, and fell to the ground, but she had already seen it through and laughed shamelessly at his crappy charmer.
Remembering that she faced the first bleeding in fear, he hurriedly scooped up her stool and looked at it, and found that it was just the red head cabbage last night when he exhaled comfortably, and then he held her to comfort her.
I remember that when the sculpture was on display, she was wearing a lively and revealing little yellow dress, facing the orthodox majesty of the Queen, gesticulating excitedly.
I remember that he put the bunch of flowers picked in the grass on her naked body, the phone rang, and received bad news from her mother, he took the bouquet away, and silently patted her chest under the beautiful appearance. insect.
I remember that she was sitting on the street and playing in the water like a child in the heavy rain. He was gone, but came back with two glasses of wine, sitting behind her, as her backer, cheers gently.
I remember that after she left him, he did not give up looking for her, and tried to vent on her while she was asleep, saying that I am obsessed with your body, her mind was twisted, sweet, sad, and low-pitched. , I don't know whether it is enjoyment or rejection.
I remember that when she reunited, she changed her blonde hair and colorful face, and insisted violently and stubbornly that what she ordered was tea or coffee. But when she put the little hand with a cute ring and green nails in front of his face, showing off like a little girl and asking him if you like it, he only kissed the cake ring lovingly, and didn't speak.
I remember that she didn't wake up after the operation, he walked to the bed and gently gestured along the cruel quadrilateral. Before halfway through, she opened her eyes and touched her head, saying with a smile, not a door. .
I remembered that she was wearing a wig that he bought her fluffy like Annie. He hadn't eaten the candy but said that they were already stuck to her teeth. He was a little scared, but he only pulled his hand from the tooth that had nothing to help her, coaxing. She ate real sugar. She kept stuffing them one by one, and the gorging frightened him. He had never seen her like this before. I think he was distressed and contradictory, yes, because it all showed through his eyes.
I remember that he took that bucket of wigs, walked past the statue he made for her still standing on the lawn, and threw the golden tint into the garbage truck. The door of the car was slowly pressed down, as if it had helped him swallow his indescribable sadness.
He thought he had forgotten. I still remember that when he took a strange woman to make out at the beginning, he saw the statue in the dim light as the fresh body, the original form of her, he thought he had forgotten.
His love for her exploded like popcorn from the moment of the car crash, and the feelings grew longer and longer like cotton wool in his clothes. When he thought it was over at last, that piece of clothing lost its warmth function and was scrapped.
We don't know the original face of love, so we meet one after another, with heart-piercing love. When we were young, we were all willing to be the unruly hippies in love, creating our own romance like these two Dutch grudges in the movie, and then we were injured, we found that we met the wrong person, we were betrayed, we were despised and abandoned, Thinking that this is the face of love, and then go to betray and be humble to abandon, as if aloft, as if heartless and ignorant of injury. In fact, none of us bears that group of wigs. Maybe because of you, her lipstick, her cellphone strap, her postcard, the umbrella that she left on yours, her favorite candy, the smell of perfume on her body (not poisonous perfume=.=|||), to me, that is His crystal monkey pendant is a full set of One Piece gashapon machine that he and I twisted together. His message has to be stuck for five seconds to open the N93i. His tentacles are tied to plants and his boat-sized shoes. He even packs one out. Pack another pack of snot-wiping paper. .
I don’t like wearing a wig on the street, but I can’t pretend it’s gone, I don’t know you.
How long this road
heart is clear
that one day one day will stop
to let time tell the truth
, although I fear
in after dark
we do not know will not regret
Who remembers
who should say forever love my
previous one
was after we wounds
after a long
no one remembers those tender had
my hand in hand and you
say you want to come together the last
micro-channel group in noisy gang Hupenggouyou again began to pick songs, I listened also just broke up He was just injured singing "Remember" and couldn't help but get together.
PS It seems a good way to cradle the baby to sleep while having sex. In the future, you can tell your baby aggressively that you also enjoyed the sex of your parents back then, boy.
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