Yu Xing is approaching slowly, as slowly as it doesn't want to approach, its friendly azure blue makes you have the illusion of kindness, but it is like a tumor that always grows without you noticing, and you are forever Not sure if it's bigger than yesterday. You still have extravagant hopes, still have the idea of recovery. But you know that one day it will climb up your forehead and cover half of your face. Wait for the blue Are the stars slowly crushing my mind, or do I run away, to a corner that Yu Xing can't reach, the bird hit the half-open window and died, and the neighbor's stable was destroyed, and I looked out sideways, and the end of the day was not seen. The scene, anticipating the hail, so called back the silly Pipi in the field. Unscrew the gas. Light the candle. The jazz sounded, the roof tiles shook, and Yu Xing was approaching.
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