poor house

Same.Maybe it was because of physical problems, or maybe it was because of his personality. After hearing the boy's cry for help, he didn't suspect it was an illusion, but took it seriously in his heart.

He really listened to it.

"Tsk tsk, one of them managed to survive, and finally became insane." Watching the news broadcast, Wang Meng sighed, not knowing whether he was celebrating the woman or what.

"That's a debt, you have to pay it back." Said lightly, Zhang Qiling looked at the relieved look on Wu Xie's face, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.Let him discover the truth by himself like this, and then help solve the problem, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

"By the way, I found a song on the Internet that day, do you want to listen to it?" Taking out his phone, Wu Xie turned on the player and said.

"Okay, okay." After turning off the TV, Wang Meng approached enthusiastically.

The elegant piano sounds like flowing water, and then the combination of the violin and the guitar just rightly makes the music more lively and lively, and the interspersed female voice sings like a bard, making the whole piece more beautiful. more and more fascinating.

Wu Xie held Zhang Qiling's hand tightly, leaned on his shoulder, and slightly covered her wet eyes.

smell, shape and sound.From the ear, the sound of the door and the meaning of the word, together it means "the ear inside the door heard".The original meaning is to hear the heart.If the boy's partner had really listened to this song in his heart and remembered the boy's daily thoughts about them, then wouldn't he have been blinded by jealousy and swallowed his heart back then.

The bright sunshine is like a golden veil reflecting that there are only five people in the classroom. The boy is sitting in front of the piano and playing his own voice, and the other two boys are connecting with the violin and guitar.

The two girls sitting on the floor whispered to each other, one told the other that she liked the boy who played the piano.

The boy who was playing the piano was slightly stunned, and the flowing notes became lighter.The boy standing by and playing the guitar seemed to have heard something, but he just raised his head for a look, then lowered his head with a smile, and plucked the strings.

There is a wind blowing through the camphor, and the rustling sound seems to harmonize this graceful piece.The air is full of the tranquility and laziness of the afternoon, and the summer is drawing to a close.

"By the way, what's the name of this song?"

"Let's think of a name together, we will play together in the future~"

"Then it's better to call—"

"Heart smell."

The boy playing the piano slowly lowered his arms, turned his head to look at the innocent and kind-hearted friends standing behind him, and spoke his heart.

Cicada slowly stopped singing, and dark clouds gradually covered the sky.

Summer has passed.

My Humble House Tai Chi

TBC

It hasn't shown up for a few days.

It has been a year since I wrote about the big renovation in the bar on January 1 last year.

A lot of things have happened in one year, the relatives of Pingxie come and go, the old look is new.

There have been a lot of distractions lately.Procrastination is also getting worse.So much so that I obviously thought about everything but didn’t write.And the state of the whole person is not very suitable for writing Tanmei.I'm really sorry everyone.

Many times I wonder what the meaning of writing these things is.

If it is to make myself happy, then I am happy enough.

If it is said that it is for Ping Xie to be consummated, then it is enough to be consummated.

I thought about it for a long time, what should be the reason for me to continue writing.

Then, I now feel that it should be to make myself better enough to make continuous progress.

I basically don't go to other buildings, and I don't know the current situation of the post bar, what kind of wind is blowing in the bar, and I don't know what the taste of the new batch of readers is now.People come and go, those who can stay here, thank you very much.

I am no longer writing for Pingxie, but for myself.

This is my year summary.

Tomorrow will not let you down.

Throw away the text and throw away the text.

The third time.

Zhen の Hui Honglian

一

When Wu Xie opened his eyes, he unexpectedly saw only darkness.

The consciousness is still a little fuzzy, so vague that Wu Xie can't realize who he is, where he is, and why he is here.Even in this chaotic darkness, Wu Xie couldn't help but wonder if his eyes were open.

Although he couldn't see the surrounding environment, Wu Xie could still subconsciously feel that this place was not spacious, even a little narrow.It was so small that his whole body seemed to be curled up into a ball, his hands were put together in front of his chest, and his legs were curled up tightly.

What is this place?Why can't I see anything.But why, it makes me feel so warm and at ease.

Feeling that the whole person seemed to be shaking slightly, Wu Xie stretched out his hand and tried to grab something around him, but he only held a soft and slippery thing like a rope.Unable to see anything in the dark, Wu Xie touched the rope back and forth, inexplicably feeling a little amused.

The dangling feeling disappeared without knowing when, Wu Xie let go of the rope that was connected to nowhere, and simply let go of his hands and feet, groping around for what exactly was here.The warm and comfortable feeling made Wu Xie happier, and his originally blurred mind became more and more lax.Wu Xie didn't know how to describe the current situation, as if he was in a huge cocoon, comfortable, warm, and unparalleled in peace of mind.

Just when Wu Xie was about to fall asleep again in a daze, he felt something cold suddenly protrude into his originally warm body.The subconscious panic made Wu Xie curl up desperately. Although he couldn't see anything, the fear that penetrated into the bone marrow seemed like every cell in his body knew that he had encountered a natural enemy.

What is it, what the hell is it.

Avoiding the fear from an invisible source in the dark, Wu Xie trembled and wanted to scream, but found that he couldn't even make a sound at all.Suddenly, a cold thing bit Wu Xie's body like a sharp claw.

The biting coolness spread to Wu Xie's limbs and bones in an instant, but the place that was supposed to be warm and reassuring seemed to be unable to hold him anymore, and he let Wu Xie be dragged back by the cold mechanical thing little by little. .

Help, help--

I don't know what happened at all, Wu Xie only knows that he has never had such a fear before, and he is holding on to the thin strap tightly, but Wu Xie didn't even react to the sudden pain, the strap in his hand has long been Break in two.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die—

The heart-piercing pain seemed to crush Wu Xie's whole body alive, and the force that was originally just dragging had become a stronger suction force.A misty light appeared in front of the eyes that were still closed tightly, but this premature light only made Wu Xie even more desperate.

Why, what did I do wrong-

The dazzling light is like a sharp knife overwhelming the sky, mercilessly throwing out the boundless darkness.

Struggling to open his eyes, Wu Xie panted and looked at Zhang Qiling who was standing by the window and drew the curtains, feeling that his back was covered in cold sweat.

"Wu Xie?" Seemingly hearing Wu Xie's rapid breathing, Zhang Qiling, who was standing against the sun, frowned slightly, and drew the curtains a little more.Today's sunshine is too good to be true, it is the rarest warm sun in winter.

"Brother is fine, pull away." With a long breath, Wu Xie rubbed his face covered in cold sweat, always feeling that the fear in the dream just now still left him with lingering fear.Although I clearly remembered what dream I had this time, I had no idea what this dark dream meant.

Opening the curtains to let the sunlight shine into the bedroom, Zhang Qiling went to the bed and rubbed Wu Xie's messy hair, his dark eyes were full of thick love. "Good morning."

"Good morning." Coveting the warmth of Zhang Qiling's hand, Wu Xie consciously moved to the edge of the bed wrapped in a quilt.Zhang Qiling opened the window just now because the air conditioner was turned on and closed all night, and the cool air was slowly blown into the room with the winter wind, wrapping Zhang Qiling's body with the faint scent of lemon and sending it to Wu Xie's nose. Gradually, the remaining anxiety was blown away. "I just had a nightmare, and it's much better now. Why did you wake up so early today?" Knowing that Zhang Qiling was still worried even though he didn't ask anything, Wu Xie honestly put his chin on his shoulder, and said in a daze with.

"Nightmare?" Holding the person in his arms together with the quilt, Zhang Qiling shrugged his shoulders that were slightly hurt by Wu Xie's chin, and looked at Wu Xie's face that seemed to have softened a lot.

"Well, it's a dream. It's not a dream." Although he didn't know how he judged it, Wu Xie felt that what he had just had was just a simple dream.After all, there is no other person, only yourself.Even if it is a dream, it is unlikely.

Holding Wu Xie in his arms, which was bulging due to the quilt, Zhang Qiling patted his head with some distress.Because of what happened a while ago, Wu Xie has basically been out of the gate these days.But even so, the whole person is still gradually thinning down.Zhang Qiling has worked very hard not to let Wu Xie worry about himself during the three daily meals, eat and sleep on time and live like a normal person, but Wu Xie has gradually become no matter how much he eats, he is not fat but thin.

Zhang Qiling knew that this was because Wu Xie's dream ability began to consume his power rapidly again.Looks like it's time to urge Hei Xiazi and Xie Yuhua again, why did I go to Baodao for so long without hearing a word