We lit a bonfire to cook in an empty space in the woods. The bonfire was burning brightly. We sat around the bonfire and continued to talk and laugh.
Shuyi started to operate the washbasin from nowhere. He took the basin as accompaniment for everyone, while Ergouzi whistled in coordination.
Gui Fengqi used a bed blanket as a temporary Peking Opera sleeve, and sang in a falsetto voice, singing at a voice that was even worse than a crow's voice. You Si Ji, Ah Wu Donkey, and Pork Three followed her and danced around, starting with a big twist.
While twisting his buttocks, he looked at Brother Gui, and he was only two steps away, so he was basically going towards Brother Gui.
Brother Gui is really tough. In this situation, it was really difficult for him. He still had a strong face. Without my order, Brother Gui would not touch a hair of their hair. They also knew that Xiao Ma
Liu touched his arm tentatively, and Brother Gui was a little embarrassed and angry; then Ah Wulu scratched Brother Gui, Brother Gui continued to remain stiff and sculptured, and stammered: "...I'll chop you."
Ah!" In the end, there was a group of people who attacked Brother Gui at the same time.
At this time, Brother Gui's cold face turned into a smile. Everyone tickled Brother Gui fiercely. Obviously they knew that everyone is afraid of tickling flesh. Brother Gui laughed and scolded: "Son of a bitch----hahaha--"
---Let go---your grandma!"
Zhu Tousan kissed Brother Gui hard on the face, and we were all speechless for a moment. Brother Gui froze for a few seconds, then his face changed drastically, and he retreated like a plague, tripped on a tree root, and fell to pieces.
He fell and rolled backwards several times. There was a burst of laughter.
They decided to help him, Ergouzi was the first, Yousiji was the second, and then the whole group rushed up.
Now all the bastards in the orphanage are huddled together, truly integrated, because fate has long linked our group of people to each other. We are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into each other; we are a group of the best.
People who love life, love it so much that they are even a little shameless.
These are the best years of our lives. We have so much energy that we have no place to vent it. We are noisy, fussy, and needy. We keep fussing all the time, and we still don’t feel tired until the evening.
Accompanied by the firelight in the forest, the more ecstatic I became, the lonelier I felt. I sat silently by the river near the bonfire. In the midst of such a fireworks carnival, I suddenly felt so close to the sky and the fireworks. I couldn't help but feel that I was so close to the sky and the fireworks.
Reach out and pick it up.
I suddenly heard a voice coming from behind me. It was rapid, powerful, almost synchronized with the heartbeat of a human being, and was occasionally accompanied by a joyful shout. I turned back to look at the source of the voice - Mian Tang, who was looking up.
The moon has a singing style that I have never heard before. It is completely wild. His expression makes me want to join them. It is an unmistakable fiery expression. Such moonlight is worth it.
Fusion.
Eat granulated sugar to turn it into water, eat rock sugar to turn your mouth into water
A bowl of cold water and a piece of paper, whoever has a bad conscience will die first.
Pony Six laughed. Pony Six sang the ending happily, "Who - will - die - first - myself?"
In the middle of the night, I think of my god sister, and I don’t regret it if the wolf eats my brother.
There are as many stars as Beidou in the sky, but you are the only one in my heart.
"You - one - one -"
I am winching water from the well and pouring it into buckets. I know what my sister is thinking.
Running a horse on the wall is too low, but standing face to face I still miss you.
I will make friends with you in the Yang world, and you will be a husband and wife in the underworld.
"Match - husband - wife - myself"
Ah Wulu yelled: "The young master is already asleep..."
One bowl of millet and two bowls of rice, I still miss you when we sleep face to face.
"Still--miss--you--"
Zhu Tou San laughed so hard that his body trembled violently. While laughing, he gnawed on the chicken leg, which looked as ugly as a dog chewing.
Unruly, rough, and rogue, I commented in my heart. And he responded with a song: A depressed, autistic, suspicious, and prejudiced person is a monster. I thought of the ferocity of wild wolves, the agility of leopards, the heroism of brown bears, and the wisdom of primates.
, really like him - a changeable and terrifying demon.