First, he opened the locks of his own house one by one, peeping at the secrets of adults, and
later developed to open the locks of other people's houses without invitation.
Every time the lock tongue jumped open, I fell into infinite joy.
This feeling, this feeling can only be experienced by the Soviet Red Army who conquered Berlin in World War II.
I've only ever seen an old black and white TV from the Soviet Union in my sled career, and I do want to move it, but it's too heavy.
I swear, I'm just unlocking, not a thief.
When you're tired of playing, sleep on a stranger's bed for a while, imagining what its owner might have done in bed.
rest assured! I'm absolutely sure I won't get caught. At that time, people never slipped to work. And because nothing was lost, it never aroused any vigilance.
Of course there will be occasional troubles.
This little thing doesn't make me lose my courage. It can only make me feel more exciting from it.
I always only open locks because of security. But I accidentally opened a secret lock.
I wandered around this building all day long, like a cat on a hot tin roof, anxiously waiting for the appearance of the person in the painting.
She is like a ghost, coming and going without a trace.
There are only traces and aromas left in my senses and smells. can confirm her existence.
I extended the time to watch, even wearing the moon and the stars, but in the end, I got nothing.
My mother gave birth to her second son in a fit of rage.
The brothers took their mother to the Army General Hospital using a flatbed truck to buy food in the canteen.
Because the jeep in the driver's class couldn't catch fire.
I thought at the time, this concept of combat readiness, if the imperialists launched a surprise attack, it wouldn't be all fucked up.
Every time my mother scolds me, I always bring my father with me, but this time my father scolded him back.
When I grew up and became sensible, I realized that the birth of my younger brother had something to do with me stealing my dad's drawer to play with the big balloon. Because the balloon was punctured.
There was a time when I saw him almost every day, and in order to brag about myself, I always put everything that others had done on myself.
After exaggeration and rendering, eloquently stated.
Regrettably, I have disguised myself as a daring robber who is very out of proportion to my age. She never applauded me with surprise.
It was the best day of my life, and the morrowind's caress gave me goosebumps and numbness all over my body.
I still remember that the smell of burning weeds was particularly good. Where did the weeds come from in summer in Kashgar?
But no matter what, what happened that summer in my memory is always accompanied by the smell of burning weeds.
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