Drifting Between Film and Reality

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Yan's big attack:

Today is Xiaoshou's birthday, happy birthday to him!I ate him!Clean from the inside out!My favorite mango flavor!

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Comments: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !Ask Xiaoshou for a photo! (Like 987)

Comments: Congratulations to Zong Gong Congratulations to Zong Gong! (Like 877)

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Yan's general attack replied: Shuangdi has no consciousness at all!

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Mu Qing's broken thoughts:

I... I seem to be bent... What should I do...

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#Sun Dotting Birthday#

Sun Dianjing Support Club: Happy birthday to Sun Dian! 【picture】

"Sun Dian! Sun Dian! Sun Dian, we are optimistic about you!"

"Even if Kong Yueyang is a bastard, it won't affect our love for you!"

"Sun Dian, my husband!"

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Yan Shu woke up once in the morning, and Sun Dianjing was still sleeping, with one leg on him, frowning, as if he was not very stable.

Yan Shu stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles between Sun Dianjing's brows, Sun Dianyan smacked his mouth twice and twisted twice.Yan Shu carefully got out of bed, called Director You, and asked for leave for Sun Dianjing: "Sun Dianjing played too late for her birthday last night, so I probably won't be able to get up this morning."

When he came back again, Sun Dianjing frowned again, and his mouth was still pouting.

Yan Shu couldn't help but reached out and pinched his face, Sun Dianjing stretched out his hand and slapped Yan Shu's neck, turned over and continued to sleep.

Yan Shu's forehead twitched twice, pulled Sun Dianjing back, hugged him, and went back to sleep.

When Yan Shu woke up again, Sun Dianjing was not in his arms. He was stunned for a moment and saw a man standing on the balcony, rubbing his eyes. Yan Shu was so frightened that his hairs stood on his head and screamed: "Sun Dianjing! Calm down! Don't hang yourself ah!"

Sun Dianjing was wearing a pair of big pants and a hurdle vest, and was preparing to hang himself on the balcony. He had been preparing for half an hour, and he was still brewing emotions.

At night, Sun Dianjing didn't sleep very well. He dreamed that he had turned into a small boat and was ups and downs in the sea with a tsunami. He slept extremely uncomfortably, but he couldn't wake up, which was very uncomfortable.

After finally waking up at noon, I saw Yan Shu sleeping with his arms around him. The memory of last night was gradually recalled through the soreness of a certain part, his eyes gradually widened, his consciousness gradually disappeared, and Sun Dianyan almost fainted.

Last night, I, ahhhh, forget it, I have no face to live.

First, I looked at the information on my mobile phone. I didn’t go to Diyun last night, and my brothers should be very anxious if they couldn’t find anyone.

"Missed call 5" - three missed calls are from Sun Dianmo, one last night, one this morning, and one this morning.The remaining two are from the same person, and they called at past eleven o'clock last night.

"WeChat unread messages 9" - five unread messages on WeChat belong to Sun Dianmo -

"Why don't you answer the phone?"; "Happy birthday, happy birthday"; "I put the gift at my dad's"; "You still don't answer?"; "Remember to call back when you see the message".

The other four are Cui Yi who called: "Where have you been, Sun Dianjing?"; "It's already ten o'clock and you still not coming?"; The message after three o'clock in the morning: "We are leaving, and you will be charged."

Sun Dianjing was silent for a long time, what a disgrace, commit suicide.

"Brother, this is the last time I call you. I committed suicide. Goodbye. Don't ask me what I've been through. I'm ashamed to say it." Then Sun Dianyan stared at the screen for 5 minutes. There was no reply, and finally reluctantly turned off the phone.

Sun Dianjing rummaged at Yan Shu's house for a long time, and finally found a bundle of soil-stained ropes from the storage room. After a lot of effort, he put the ropes on the clothes rail on the balcony, and moved a small bench. Put your head in the noose and think about life for half an hour.

Now Yan Shu let out a howl, so frightened that Sun Dianyan kicked the little bench away.

As a result, Sun Dianjing's toes were only four or five centimeters away from the ground, and he hung on the rope with the support of his arms. In an instant, he lost the thought of suicide, and howled like a pig: "Yan Shu! Yan Shu, you!" Quickly save me!"

Seeing Sun Dianjing like this, Yan Shu was relieved and got out of bed slowly.

"Yan..." Sun Dianjing was about to say something, but the clothes rail couldn't support Sun Dianjing's weight, and one side of the rope broke, and Sun Dianjing's thumb that was hard enough to reach the floor was directly injured. The pole hit Sun Dianjing on the head.

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"..."

"My foot seems to be swollen." Sun Dianyan looked at Yan Shu who came over expressionlessly, and finally gave up all resistance, "The chrysanthemum also hurts."

"My head hurts too."

"Stop fucking nonsense, come here quickly."