Song Yi's hands are hanging in the air. He dares not touch them anywhere. It hurts to touch them.

By him gently pull past, the brain is still a brief blank.

She felt that she was hallucinating from the pain.

He, he agreed?

Song Yi felt that his mind was stuffed with cotton, and his thoughts were blocked.

She Did you really get this old rascal man?

It's dark and the car is dark, so the car lights are on.

Dim yellow light on his face, ambiguous and thick spread of the gentle, peach blossom eye captivating.

"I live to pursue the experience of being alive, and one day I feel that what I am pursuing is too dim to see the light of the sky, and I feel that life is meaningless," he said

"I'm not good. People in the world are close to me. If you look carefully, everyone is dirty and no one can see it."

Tang Si eyelashes micro movement: "so, give you another chance, still want me to be your boyfriend?"

"Think about it."

Song Yi doesn't even have to think about it. He stares at him: "want to..."

This kind of immortal man, she doesn't want her brain.

Tang Si took a breath.

In front of the woman's eyes, such as silk's eyes, the poor floodlight, so looking at him, she said.

He tried to hold her back and tear her apart.

Hard Trample, make her cry.

If it wasn't for her injuries now

Tang Si pursed his lips, bowed his head, and gathered his terrible thoughts.

Clean up the clothes and medicine boxes from the car. The car smells of disinfectant.

He sat, took off his raincoat, put it on the front co pilot, and dried the back seat with a towel.

"Song Yi." Tang Si said: "in Lao She's Xiaobing, life is a kind of rhythm. There must be light and shadow, left and right, sunny and rainy. The taste is contained in the twists and turns of change without violence. "

Song Yi pursed her lips to see him, waiting for the following.

"However, when I grow up, my life will be without light and shadow, and my days will always be orderly. There will be no sunshine or rain, but you --"

he raised his eyes and stared at her: "it's my light, my shadow, sunshine is also you, rain is also you, you are the strong and fragrant variable in my plain life."

She publicized the bright and beautiful, wantonly painted his life with a heavy stroke of water and light.

The man's tone is flat and steady, and the intonation is Song Yi's favorite rhythm.

Serious and serious words made song Yixin mention that he was I'm confessing.

It's a novel way of expressing oneself, deep and mature.

It's not strong, it's not exaggerated, it's not publicized.

Tang Si gently pulled her hand: "as long as I live, you are mine, don't want to leave from my world."

He has nothing in his life, only one life, and now in addition to this life, there is her.

"Tang Si." Song Yi called him.

"Well." He gave a soft answer.

"Your heart beats so fast." Song Yi's voice still trembled: "I heard Poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop

"Well." Tang Si did not retort: "it is very excited, because it ushered in a resident like the little sun, who has lived for a long time."

Song Yi raised a smiling face.

Ah, her boyfriend is so cute, so good!

Her heart was beating and her cheeks were burning.

If she hadn't been hurt, she would have been lying in the back seat and rolling excitedly.

As he spoke, his clothes and medicine box were arranged.

Look at her: "hands up."

Song Yi raises her hand.

Tang Si's big hand was holding the corner of her dress. He went up and carefully took her hand out of her sleeve.

He took all the way up the T-shirt off her head.

In an instant, spring suddenly appeared.

What's more striking is that the body is also scratched and bruised.

Tang Si's heart sank when he saw it.

His face was very ugly.

Song Yi was staring at some uncomfortable, faltering to cover himself: "I don't hurt..."

"Darling, baby." Tang Si's voice was hoarse, and his tone was light coax and heartache: "take off the Nei clothes."

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