Chapter 2103 : I have to guard against the real and the false 7
People cannot define a million as a rich man, while 999,999 yuan is considered a poor man.
Similarly, Yin Yijie and I seem to be difficult to completely separate the alcohol and water without using very high-quality techniques; steaming is definitely impure.
Perhaps, this is fate, but it is also true.
We influence each other and have entered each other's lives, even if the purity reaches 95
In fact, our penetration is at least 20%, maybe I can think it is 30%.
This kind of bond can no longer be easily removed.
It is easy to be distracted, and the time after being distracted is also very fast.
By the time Brian came back, the get out of class was over.
It’s good to finish the get out of class. The long day is finally coming to night again, and then the day is over, and then tomorrow.
If today is not good, we will throw it away; when tomorrow comes, we will slowly get out of the quagmire.
Oh, a bad poet, the poem is terrible, but the meaning is always good.
When sorrow or depression becomes the poet's sorrow and depression, it will become much deeper and more graceful as if it were rendered by poetry, and we can even understand it as a quality.
"Sister, aren't in a better mood yet?"
Brian handed me a bouquet of flowers and nine white tulips.
I said:
"In this weather, if you hold the flowers like this, it will easily wither. I think the locust flowers on the branches are good."
The ancient schools like to plant cedar and poplar trees, which seem to appear taller and more arrogant, but there are not many locust trees.
Actually, I think the locust tree doesn’t seem very large and popular, and it doesn’t have the atmosphere of a book. Maybe the locust tree does not belong to the knowledge-generating tree species, I think.
Brian scratched his head, shook his tail, and Xiaofei was proud.
I have heard of dogs looking at stars, but I have never heard of dogs watching flowers. What does it mean?
Mingfeng simply ignored this and said with a smile:
"Let's go, someone will invite you to dinner tonight."
I shook my head repeatedly, refused, and didn't go.
The man thought it was terrible, so terrible. When I mentioned him, I tend to be anorexia.
If I think about what happened to him that night, I might as well vomit, so what else can I eat?