Even though I thought so, I still didn't move.

Time is too tight and I have to deal with a large group of flies every day. I can't take them around the streets together, and I don't want my new residence to become chaotic.

Every night, I get into the protection area of ​​Lao Liu, and I have to take care of my baby and do my homework.

I'm in my third year of high school, and my time is very tight.

The baby is almost five months old, and time is even more tense.[

I looked up with my chin and thought: How great would it be if my baby was Nezha? I would be pregnant for three years, and the first eight months of the year shouldn't be too big, right? Or Shakyamuni is fine, and it's probably not that big if I can be born under my armpits.

I don't want my baby to be as erect as Nezha or Sakyamuni. I just want him to be smaller and survive this period of time

"The makeup is lovely, the principal is looking for you"

Looking at the flowers in the garden and the summer season that is about to enter, I suddenly remembered this poem in "Bird Collection", which is so sad that it makes people feel pity and lament.

This is such a beautiful and regretful world, this is a world that cannot stay for too long, I am this dazzling moment, the moment of flame that crosses the horizon, I will extinguish and never come back again

The principal looked for me again, probably for the baby.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than half a month, and the punishment has not yet been completed.

Haha, I was a little impatient to wait.

Yes, waiting is a very painful process, giving people a sense of hope, but making me choose to choose.

I didn't care before, and what should come will always come. Waiting doesn't make much sense for me.

Without hope, there is no need to wait.

But this time it is different. This is a time when fish and bear paw cannot get both sides. I must regret or even regret any loss of fish and bear paw, which may be lifelong.

Looking at the perfect peony, peony, hosta, etc. in the spring, I suddenly felt a desolate flower blooming in the end of spring.

Is it the will of heaven in the dark? Or should life be like this?

Looking up, the sun was very bright, and the golden light shone like a sharp blade, and the savage killing the air and stabbed towards the fragile heart.

April 8th is not the Buddha's birthday, it is the eighth day of the April 8th.

Today, the lunar calendar, the 20th day of the lunar month
Chapter completed!