Two passers -by, one bright and one dark, each prepares.
The grandeur and lively of the post -lined ceremony could not hide the killing of Wu Hu Shuo's side. The son Bai followed the side of the nineteen, and used the kind of eyes to die, and he was in his heart.
It's so many days.
After knowing that he couldn't persuade the son, he no longer said much, accompanied the nineteen, and he tried to take on trivial matters.
Nineteen practice, he was stunned, sweating to hand the towel, thirsty to send tea. [
Nineteen meals, he accompanied him, three meals a day, conditioned by himself, and picked up the dishes that his brother liked.
Without talking nineteen, he followed his face to find a topic, from the memories of mutual support from childhood to the process of pursuing the entire growth process.
Then, then
After this development, a few days later, nineteen could not stand the son of the son's white god.
"Xiaobai, you can go yourself, I can do it." His wording was as gentle as possible, and he didn't want to hurt his son Bai's enthusiasm. Unfortunately, because it was harassed for too long, although he reminded himself again and again, he reminded himself again, nineteen
The expression is still stiff.
"I'm not busy,, brother, accompany you." ‘Accompany’ to change his mind, do n’t go until you do n’t go.
"Practicing merit, someone is here, I will be distracted." Even if it is good, the eyes of the son Bai Lai can't help but have to shudder.
The son Bai immediately walked quickly in the corner, squatted down into a ball, and the red clothes covered his face. "I won't let you see it, you will not enter the magic."
Is there any difference?
Nineteen helplessness.
Gongzibai's idea was to make up the bar and he had been on the bar.