Chapter 159： Fan Wai XIV

Ephemeris 2789月11日雨雨

The leaf was all yellow. A bald had no time to wait for the leaf to fall, and I sat on my head and picked up Xiao Huang.

This leaf was spotted by A bald, and it was pathetic. I could have stayed in the tree for a while.

When the sun sets, we see the geese, the geese are adult-shaped, flying on the sky full of sunset.

As the song said, Luoxia and Lonely are flying together, and the autumn water is always a day.

When I saw the wild geese flying from the previous one, I always felt lonely. After a long migration, these geese will arrive in a warm place to spend the winter. And I have nothing.

I am like an out-of-the-way geese. I can't find a direction, no belonging, and use all my strength to flap my wings. However, out of the wild geese, it is difficult to return to the team.

My first half of life was wrong from the beginning. I walked on the wrong road and ran counter to others. But the world is round, so I finally met the right person.

In this way, the suffering that has been suffered before has become a temper.

If the song is standing beside me, he is holding a cymbal and whispering a song about Hongyan. "The pair is lined up, the river is long, the autumn leaves are yellow, and the piano on the grassland is sad. Hongyan, south Flying over the reeds, the sky is sky, the geese are going..."

啵啵 sing along with the song, the childish voice and the voice of the youth are perfectly blended together, as if the stream converges into the sea.

This kind of sad song, if I was seriously ill, I heard it, I am afraid I have to be depressed all day. I used to be burdened with energy, and my heart was tied with a heavy stone. It dropped my heart, falling, falling, falling without end...

But now I hear the song, the biggest feeling is that the autumn scene is really beautiful. Desolate and beautiful, like a beautiful woman.

Just when I was immersed in the world of singing, A bald suddenly asked: "Why, why are the geese not flying in love?"

I said to A bald, you have a lot of words.

A bald smiled, and I yelled at me, laughing and running away. He is open arms, fluttering with little wings and running away.

All the way to us not far away, and then gave us a chubby love. Very silly, but also very cute.

Ephemeris 2789月12日晴

A bald told me that he decided to like autumn. I asked him why, he said that because the autumn is over, the leaves are yellow, the mountains are yellow, and the world is the color he likes.

For eggs, yellow represents happiness. In the eyes of A bald, the world may be happy in the fall.

There is another happy thing in autumn, that is, mosquitoes are gone. In the summer, I can always hear the sound of mosquitoes, probably because there are trees outside the house, so the mosquitoes are extraordinarily large, and they are good indoors. Once they go outdoors, they will be bitten and covered.

A bald has hair covering, and the mosquitoes licking him is a bit difficult, twilight, thin, and accurate.

However, he will poke a cross on his bite bag. He is a very serious cub, and every bag is punctuated with a cross. A bald saw that he was still envious and thought it was so cool.

I seem to mention it very little, and I should write more about it, so that when I am old, I can turn over the diary and recall the past.

It’s not a sticky pup, he spends most of his time watching the brain on the water bed, and occasionally likes to be with the song. Sometimes when you sing a code, you will gently lean your head on the arm of a song. When the song is typed, the arm will sway, and the head will sway.

This is definitely not as comfortable as relying on a pillow. I used to think that this is because I like to stick to the song, but later I feel that it is not complete.

When the 17-star star track has not been fully constructed, the song will drive the car that has been eliminated, and I, A bald and ape are sitting in the back row.

A bald will always jump on my body, as if there is energy to vent. The cockroach is quietly leaning the small head against the window. I said to the cockroach, the car is very upside down, so it will not be uncomfortable to lean against the head.

Hey, whispering it, it doesn't matter. He seems to like this kind of bumps, and he seems to like a wonderful world that belongs to himself.

I can understand A bald, but there are many times when I can't guess. In this way, I really don't pay enough attention to you. I don't know what he likes, what he likes, and what he hates.

On the contrary, it is a baldness. I can count on his likes and dislikes.

Ephemeris 2789月13日晴

If the song is at home, he will make some small desserts. Today, he will hand over the fragrant dessert to the custody. He told the abdomen that he could not eat this dessert.

In fact, anyone in the song is a bald, and the job of a bald has not been finished. In order to encourage the a bald to write homework, such as the song to seduce the baldness, it is like hanging a radish in front of the donkey.

Such as the heart of the song is always very soft, sometimes a bald like a small rogue squatting on his feet, do not stop the small head like a song's calf, while screaming and shouting: "Hey, give me something to eat, Just a bite, how about a small mouth~"

Or kneeling on the ground, like a song showing a soft white belly, the milk sounds milk: "Hey, you don't want to touch my little belly? Touch it and give me a sip~"

Under the shameful attack of A bald face, if the song can not help but give the dessert to the a bald, after the a bald eats clean, the song will sigh and say that the next time can not be like this. Then, next time, I will lose my armor in the sale of A baldness.

I especially don't want to behave like a baldness. Once I had a new desk in the study, I thought it would look good if I lie down. If the song says that during the day and in the study, he is not willing to accompany me.

At that time, the ghost made a difference, and I suddenly remembered that A bald was like a song, and I couldn’t help it. So I became a beast type, huddled in two rows of bookshelves, and the song showed my belly.

As the song looks at me with a expression that is difficult to describe.

In his complicated eyes, I imitated that A bald was rolling on the ground. There were not many open spaces. Although it was very difficult to roll, I was full of motivation when I thought about the new location and new posture.

Rolling over to halfway, the door of the study was suddenly heard from the door of the a bald door. I heard a bald screaming loudly: "Hey, was it just an earthquake?!"

All in all, it was an unbearable experience.

Then return to the case of a bald spoiled dessert, such as the song chose a fair and just supervisor - hehe.

A bald has also tried to spoil, may be the same age, A bald is not too embarrassed to roll in front of the cockroach, he will carefully touch the slap with the meat pad, looking at the eyes. You will touch the head of A Bald and say, write your homework, and you will eat it.

This time I was still watching the dessert, I suddenly remembered what I thought about last night - I don't know what you like.

So I went to my side and asked him, do you like sweets?

Nodded.

I pointed at the dessert and asked, then do you think this snack is delicious?

"Hey, this snack can't be given to anyone." Hey seems to have misunderstood something. He thought I was asking this way and wanted to eat dessert.

I was wrong and I made a funny thought: "But Dad really wants to eat, you give Dad a small piece, okay?"

I looked at my eyebrows and my face was very embarrassed. I haven't seen such a tangled look, I feel weird.

In my heart, is it more important to be a song, or is my words more important?

I am very curious to answer.

"That... give us a small piece, we are quiet." I seem to have made some determination.

I pressed the smile and took the dessert that I gave to me. I finished the darkness of the 陈 陈. At this moment, I suddenly felt that the distance between me and you was getting closer. We both had a common little secret.

I ate the dessert, a sticky, creamy taste with a fruity sweetness. Originally, this thing has passed. As a result, the song just came out of the room, and it just happened to see a part of the snack.

As the song asked who is eating this.

I just wanted to say that this is what I ate, but what I didn't expect was that I sneaked my head and said: "I'm sorry, hey, this is what I ate."

His ears were red, and the cheeks covered by his hair were red.

... It turns out that little angels will lie.

Ephemeris 2789, 14th heavy rain

The persimmons on the mountain are red, and we go up the mountain to pick the persimmons. Each of us has a basket, and the baskets of a bald and ape are only palms and can hold up to three persimmons.

A bald can't wait to grab the persimmon and start to lick, and the mouth is full of red juice. I am worried that he will swallow the nucleus. The persimmon's nucleus is so big. If you accidentally swallow it, you must have a throat, so you have been staring at the baldness.

As the song says, we can make persimmon cakes, and persimmon cakes are also delicious. A bald smothered his mouth with his hands, screaming vaguely: "壕 ducks and ducks."

He took the small fruit basket and took out the small handkerchief. Seriously, he wiped his mouth away. A bald face raised his face and rubbed it, his tail tipped up happily, and the two tigers shook and shook, a very enjoyable look.

I bounced the head of A bald and said to him: "So big, eating like a little cat, stupid?"

A bald vibrate has the words: "I am a little flower tiger!"

When I went down the mountain, I suddenly got a heavy rain. I opened my wings and used my wings as an umbrella. The left wing protected the song, and the right wing protected the bald and ape.

A bald raised his small head and asked me: "Hey, what do you do?"

I said to A Bald: "I am so rainy, it will be fine. If you are rained, you will probably get sick."

A bald swooped a little wing, and he solemnly entrusted his fruit basket to the cockroach, then turned into a beast-type, and climbed up from my lap and climbed onto my waist and shoulders. On the head.

He is kneeling on my head. To be honest, he is now fat, almost to become a big hat, covering my head tightly. I heard the sound of screaming rain, and the sound of a bald little wing, I heard A bald said seriously: "Hey, I am not afraid of getting sick, I have small wings."

He is so big and bald, he wants to help me shelter from the wind and rain...

If you say that you are a sweet cotton jacket, then a bald is a small flying cap. I am wearing a small cotton jacket, wearing a small flying cap, holding a hand like a song, even if the road ahead is long, it is difficult, I also Nothing is scared. 2k novel reading network