Olives

The "way of survival" in this business refers to ecology, and it is necessary to build a relatively comprehensive color spectrum, and black, white and gray are indispensable.A big net, a few crucial points, and twists and turns to inquire about each other, basically know a little bit about the details, and even make connections without meeting each other.To be more precise, the public security departments of the government more or less have such an umbrella, and there are always times when it is cloudy and rainy to hold it up.

Jiao Liru invited her four times, but Ma Yuan refused to meet her three times, but she agreed to meet her for the last time, and met at a noodle shop outside the detachment for 10 minutes.Jiao Liru's conditions are waiting for Ma Yuan to consider.Ma Yuan is in plainclothes today. He poured vinegar into a noodle bowl, glanced out the door, took a big mouthful of snoring, and said vaguely: "There are a lot of witnesses, and there is such a big commotion. You should check your permission. Open your eyes and close your eyes." Eyes? Don’t report it to you. Don’t think about it.” Jiao Liru reached out to touch his sleeve, and Ma Yuan kept hiding: “Hey, don’t touch me, everyone here is pretty familiar..."

Jiao Liru rubbed her earlobe with her hand, and said with a smile, "Cavalry, it's up to your opinion, we don't force it, we just fight for it."

Ma Yuan licked the soup on his mouth, put down the bowl and sang softly: "You guys are so busy running around, you have to communicate well? I interrogated him, and he said that the fuck is his hiding place." The gun, he said it was his self-defense, he said it was the person he accidentally killed, you see, he himself vomited the blackness clearly, can I break it into white for him? What am I? Already?" Ma Yuan wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, crumpled it up and threw it away, "Man, I'm afraid I have nothing to look forward to, so I don't even bother to fight for it."

Jiao Liru didn't ring for a moment, and then asked again: "How can I judge Yaya the most?"

"It was judged that he didn't run away. It's better to say that it's illegal to hold a gun. It's rare." Ma Yuan scratched the tip of his nose, and reached into his inner pocket for a cigarette: "It's manslaughter." He raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

Jiao Liru took out her bag, took out a boxed Longines, and pushed it forward along the greasy table: "Find a time and arrange for us to meet."

"Hey no. If you ask for a reasonable request, we will allow it. Don't do it all." Ma Yuan pushed his watch back: "I'm afraid the higher-ups are asking for an investigation. Instead, just keep your head down and pretend to be obedient. Don't be too ostentatious right now. Those iron bumps run by Boss Shao usually don’t move, but don’t pretend that our detachment doesn’t know.”

The meeting was arranged in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and Wu Qimeng's face was as fluffy as a peach when it slanted in from the square window.He really doesn't have to worry about it, he always paints red and white to make it look like a monster. Now it's like a pool of clean water, so it's hard to clarify.Wu Qimeng was handcuffed, and Ma Yuanti, who was wearing a hat, dragged him into the hut with his collar slipped.He sat down on the chair with a smile, put his hands on the table, and there was a crisp clicking sound.Ma Yuan waved his hand and didn't ask for the cigarette that Hou Aisen offered, he took out one and lit it, looked at the clock on the wall, and said, "One hour, it's a little bit, there are surveillance cameras here." Hou Aisen bowed to him.

Waiting for the people to leave, Hou Aisen smirked at Wu Adi: "Don't take your hair if you shut it in, just shave it off and raise it for nothing."

Wu Qimeng raised his eyebrows: "Shut up with a stinky man in a room, and it's safe to shave it off, in case you climb into my bed in the middle of the night."

"Then you're happy?" Hou Aisen satirized him.

Wu Qimeng chuckled: "I'll fuck you!"

I don't know what happened, but I suddenly thought of Li Simin.

Wu Qimeng lowered his head, stared at the pair of handcuffs around his wrists, held his breath, and finally let out a long sigh when his nasal cavity hurt slightly.The eyelids also glowed pink. "Tell Sister Quan Ge Liru, don't bother trying to find me, why bother? I said the gun was hidden by me, and I couldn't find it on Jinding's head. It's such an easy thing."

Hou Aisen tilted his head: "Do you smoke?"

Wu Qimeng shook his head: "He won't let me."

"Who won't let it go?"

"Brother Li, you are awesome!"

"Oh shit." Hou Aisen tore off his glasses and threw them on the table, he didn't know how to enjoy himself after being stunned, "I won't let you be an old policeman. My lungs are almost black, why didn't I see you earlier, just listen What about him?"

"Enough is enough. I was so stubborn back then. He said things are different." Wu Qimeng glanced to one side, but he didn't know what he glanced at. "I regretted it in the end. He didn't trust me until he died." With a smile, this smile is so bitter.

Who has ever seen Wu Qimeng show such tenderness and nostalgia?He should have always been Jin Ding's evil-minded and out-of-control yard.Hou Aisen felt uncomfortable in his heart, and was in dull pain.He knew that there was no room for reparation for this regret, and the person who should forgive him the most had already gone to a place where he could not be touched or seen.What do you think?Life and death, even if you have a lot of money, you can't get back to being alone.Hou Aisen swallowed hard, waved his hand and said, "If you're sorry, don't be silly anymore, and cooperate with the horse detachment to interrogate the matter. Sister Liru is going to be so worried. Don't you take care of everything if it wasn't for you, what about doing charity? How is it that your prison food is more delicious than outside food?"

"Who took it?" Eyelids rolled, Wu Qimeng casually licked his mouth: "It's me."

Hou Aisen thumped the table, and there was a bang, "It's you fucking son of a bitch!"

Ma Yuan opened the door and raised his head in response: "Hey?" Blinking at him.

Hou Aisen clasped his hands together, sighed and bowed his head towards him.

Wu Qimeng giggled, and a series of quick and crisp sounds came out of his throat.He stretched his arms and lay flat on the table.His left cheek was pressed against the table, facing the white wall.After a while of silence, Hou Aisen saw a glistening puddle formed on the table.His throat tightened, and he turned his head quickly, aiming at the ceiling.

"How long does the teahouse stop?"

Hou Aisen cleared his throat: "Brother Quan is going to Guangzhou for a while, and he will repair it for a week, and it will open in April."

"Where's Old Qiang?"

"Brother Quan arranged for us to escape. He is recovering from his injuries in the guest house, with wounds all over his body."

"It didn't hurt his vitals, did it?"

"Where are you referring? If you want to say that his two kidneys are alive and kicking." Hou Aisen still lit one, ignited it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wu Qimeng giggled again, and then asked: "Where's the little one?"

"Who?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"It's normal for a big one." Hou Aisen folded a small box with gold paper from a packet of cigarettes, and flicked the ash for Wu Qimeng, "Xiao Liu had a high fever for a few days. I think it was purely frightened. Brother Quan was a little too forced. Xiao Liu Lan's arm is broken, it's up to you. I said you are awesome, you dare to push that kid down from the second floor? Will he hit the back of his head? You will pay for both lives? Do you have to come over?"

Wu Qimeng rubbed his sleeves, and the handcuffs rattled: "What else? Get them in together? He will be in charge of the yard after that."

"Adi Wu."

"Who told you to call me by my first and last name? Am I called this?"

Hou Aisen was louder than him: "You fucking don't call this, you call it an ass! Are you just smashing the cans and not wanting to mess around anymore?"

Wu Qimeng shook his head: "I just want to mess around too much."

Hou Aisen rolled his eyes.

Wu Qimeng lay back on his arms for a while, then raised his face and said a word: "I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person."

After speaking, I laughed so much.

Some people are right, they say that Shao Jinquan has a good eye for judging people, and the few capable people under his command are all ruthless and sentimental. They are vicious, and they are also deep, and Hou Aisen is no exception.It can’t be said that you have been close to each other, but these few people who have been so different from this in the past few years can be regarded as mixed from colleagues who are a bit defensive to brothers who don’t charge you for life. In the end, they were unlucky and should recite words, and one died and the other was injured , go in one, why not gouging out his flesh?He is not good at reading. When he dropped out of school, he let the flow take its course and became a hooligan. He wore glasses and studied literature to pretend to be deep.No, I just became a jerk unknowingly; but it can't be said that bastards are all wolf-hearted bastards, and Hou Aisen is not a hero, he also values ​​friendship.Wu Qi dreamed that he had a pale face, and his eyes were shining brightly. He was busy, and after he finished laughing, he satirized him sarcastically: "Why can't you take a fancy to me? You can't bear to-"

Hou Aisen leaned forward and leaned against his ear: "Let me tell you something."

Wu Qimeng elbowed him: "Don't get so fucking close to me."

"He slashed Maoer once that year, and you didn't leave when Jinding opened the market. I burned it with him for two nights. Remember?"

Wu Qimeng stood up suddenly, and grabbed Hou Aisen's collar, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

Hou Aisen stepped back, raised his neck upwards vigorously, looked at his pale face, and said, "I asked him, you stupid idiot, you're out of your mind, are you his old man, what did you owe him in your previous life? You don't like him. He shook his head and told me in a daze. "

Wu Qimeng's jaw was trembling, his eyes were staring without blinking, and he looked cautious.

Hou Aisen hit him in the ribs: "I'll tell you when you come out in two years."

"Don't lie to—"

"I lied to you and I will die." Hou Aisen swore fiercely.

It was early spring, Hou Aisen walked out of the inquiry room, but was jolted by the fragrance of flowers in the vestibule of the detention center.The flower is gardenia.Hou Aisen leaned against the wall of the detention center and rubbed his eyes until his eyelids became red and his eyeballs were almost squeezed out.

"It's strange that it bloomed so early this year." Ma Yuan said at the door, "You can pick two flowers and put them in a bottle to make you fragrant."

"It's probably not enough to support you." Hou Aisen stood up, patted the ashes, put on his glasses and said, "Let's go, I've troubled the cavalry."

The cunning rabbit does not mention the three caves, you must have two caves, don't be an old nest, it is so noisy that there is not even a place to sleep.One year when the crackdown was severe, a murder case broke out in Hongshanan, and Jinding got involved in it, and suddenly felt in danger.At that time, Shao Jinquan asked the backbone to "strategically" hide away. Those who had their hometowns would go back to their hometowns to have a look.A guest house in the south of the town was abandoned, and the whole house was rented out, and this time I lived here too.When it was dark, Jiao Liru wrapped a silk quilt to take with her, and asked Lao Su to pack some men's underwear and southwestern preserved meat.Old Su wanted to take it up, but Jiao Liru didn't give way, Old Su snorted bitterly, "Then I'll go back first?" Jiao Liru nodded, "Be careful."

After years of disregard, the ceiling light had collapsed, and the corridor on the second floor was dark. A few interlaced wires were pulled between the two opposite doorknobs, and Liu Yadong's wet clothes were hung all over.There is an astringent musty smell in the air. You say it is silent, but there are actually some slight movements.

Jiao Liru's shoes are made of soft leather with tendon soles, and they are almost silent when they step on the old thick blanket.His tall and slender figure is leaning against the white wall next to the door of a room, with his hands on his sides, his chin raised slightly, Jiao Liru can see clearly when he approaches, the shuttle pierced by his throat is rolling up and down, and his chest is moving together. Fell, the whole body was in a state of tense tension.Also approaching, Jiao Liru could hear the muffled murmur of male and female love coming from the side room.Eavesdropping, full of selfish desires.This should be an obscene and embarrassing scene, but it is funny because of the urgency of Hu Ziqiang's green pheasant.Jiao Liru snorted, and Hu Ziqiang turned his head.

With a bang, he stepped back three steps, and swung open with a loud "ah", and the movement inside the door seemed to be silent for a second.

Hu Ziqiang stared like a deer, his face turned red: "Li, Li, Li—"

Jiao Liru made a silent gesture: "Shh." Pointing to the bag in her hand: "Take it back to the room."

There are lights in the room, but it is not bright, it is dim and yellow, illuminating the mess.The quilt is not folded into a pile, the mattress is filled with the old face of Grandma Zhang, and the instant noodle boxes on the table are stacked one after another. The taste is unspeakable, and there is a faint smell of hair milk.Compared with this pile of "upside down", the bed next to the window is neat and solid, at least in its place, and there is a box of longevity begonias on the edge of the eaves.Obviously Lanzhou's nest.

Jiao Liru just stood there motionless, put down her things and glanced at Hu Ziqiang, with a blaming smile on her lips. "You two boys, always make the house look like a doghouse."

She took off her red jacket, and inside was a white linen dress made of seahorse hair, silky and soft, looking fluffy and slightly swollen as if she had gained a lot of weight. "Bring me the broom outside the door." Jiao Liru turned to Hu Ziqiang. Stretching out his hand, the five fingers are painted in general blue.

Hu Ziqiang hadn't seen her for a while, unconsciously, his eyes were straight, he looked at her thirsty, and pursued her.The culture he has learned is difficult to describe the feeling just now, because it is not pure, it is like an electric shock, it is like being smashed by a mother, and it is like being smashed by a lover, the two kinds of shame mixed together, he almost vomited in horror.

She was proficient, and quickly folded a quilt, "Who is Jiu Qiang in the room? Miss?"

"No." Hu Ziqiang shook his head, seeing a strand of her curly hair fall to her chest as she leaned over again, "It's called...Xu Qingqing."

"Who?" Jiao Liru raised her head and smiled, looking surprised.

There were lines on her forehead, revealing her age completely, and Hu Ziqiang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "My name is Xu Qingqing."

Jiao Liru stomped on a fast-moving bug, "Why aren't those two here? Xiao Liu just recovered from her illness."

"Go out, yo, get some fresh air."

Such a reason sounds absurd to middle-aged people, Jiao Liru giggled.She asked again: "Why don't you go together?"

"I don't know." Hu Ziqiang looked suspicious, frowned and smiled: "I feel that Yadong is a bit repulsive to me recently."

"how could be?"

"I can't figure it out... I still don't think so in the martial arts school."

Jiao Liru stopped talking, put down the broom and looked tired, sat on the edge of the bed with her waist down, her buttocks pressing down on a sleeve of an old winter jacket.That old jacket belonged to Hu Ziqiang, and he was staring at the piece of fabric wedged into her plain crevice.Jiao Liru rummaged through her bag, lit a cigarette and sipped it, kicked off her leather shoes, raised her right leg, and rubbed her five crowded toes.When not talking, Hu Ziqiang would be extremely cramped, because he couldn’t feel the barriers of age and concept. Once she was in the posture of a woman, she began to emit the smell of Li Guo’er’s ripeness, closing a room, pure male and female, He will be even more panicked.But after that contact, like the end of the semester, the two of them actually never had any physical interaction with each other.

Jiao Liru's feet were ruddy, and she was wearing a pair of glass stockings mixed with silver thread, which had a phosphorous powder-like shimmer.Her toes are painted the same general blue as her fingers, so bright, like a butterfly resting.Her heels rest on the eaves of the opposite bed, her legs form a bridge, and her arches are turned inward.She pressed the tip of her nose softly to her knees, arched her back slightly, and sighed, "I'm so tired..."

There is wind rustling outside the window.Hu Ziqiang matured rapidly, and suddenly, he wanted to hug her and want her very strongly.

Jiushan was originally called Hatoyama.Dove is a bird with bright feathers, small and long tail.Legend has it that overlooking from a commanding height, the mountain is vaguely like a bird wagging its tail, with a triangular beak.It has been called "Jiu" for hundreds of years. It was not until the Japanese invaded China that people knew that the word "Jiushan" was the surname of devils.So he waved his flag and changed his words: change to wine, whoever is called Hatoyama, is a traitor, and will be shot.For a reason, someone copied a good news - that there is actually a house deep in the clouds on the top of the mountain, and in the house lives a withdrawn, reclusive old fairy.The old fairy has extraordinary skills, he can turn stones into gold and jade, and shed tears into wine. When he takes a big bath, the water in the pool becomes an endless fountain of wine.

Speaking dryly, Liu Yadong sat down on a raised stone.Throwing away the pine branch in his hand, he grabbed Lan Zhou's clothes and said, "Chuan'er."

Lan Zhou stopped with one arm hanging, holding a freshly folded ginger tree in his hand.

Liu Yadong had a sudden fever a while ago, neither high nor low, 38 degrees. He took medicine, drank water and fell asleep, but the temperature couldn't go down no matter what.Lanzhou's fractured bone can just wait for it to heal, but Liu Yadong's high fever is unpredictable and difficult to diagnose. Lanzhou and Hu Ziqiang are worried.Tu Wen was wrapped in cloth all over his body, shaped like an Egyptian national treasure. He moved his lips and said, "Damn it, this is called a fart disease. You don't need to use the positive ones to use the negative ones. When you turn around, ask someone to go to the village and call you a dance master." , Drive away ghosts and things, and the medicine will cure the disease, and it will cause a fever.

Hou Aisen poured the porridge and pickles into his mouth and told him to shut up.After feeding him, he dug out a box of alcohol and cotton, and told him that physical cooling should be useful, try it, if it doesn't work, I'll take him to the railway hospital, it can't be like this forever.At that time, Liu Yadong had been sleeping in the guest house for four days, his face was yellow and his eyes were uncertain, and he often wandered into the distance.

There are countless bedbugs under the mattresses in the guest house, biting people's skin, causing unbearable itching and rashes.Hu Ziqiang pulled Liu Yadong up, took off his unlined jacket, and saw that there were light pink marks on his shoulders and back.Liu Yadong’s vain appearance of being played around without saying a word is fresh and interesting, like a black panther curled up with thick palms, you were wary at first, but now you feel how soft and pitiful he is—it is also a rare opportunity to gain the upper hand .Hu Ziqiang said in the tone of an elder, coaxing you not to feel cold, I will wipe you with alcohol, let the boat support you, if you feel dizzy or uncomfortable, just say so.Lan Zhou touched his chest with one hand, and Hu Ziqiang bent down to tear the cotton wool.Liu Yadong glanced at Lanzhou, his head slowly drooped, and his forehead was pressed against his neck.His hair was wet and slightly hot, and the weight of it was like a tongue licking.

In the smelly room, Hu Ziqiang walked past the two without noticing anything, starting from the sole of Liu Yadong's feet, and focused on wiping his calloused areas with soaked cotton balls.He becomes the background.

Lan Zhou looked down at the left side of his shoulder, Liu Yadong's side face, brows, eyes, nose and mouth, valleys and peaks, the familiar outline was even more jagged due to illness.By coincidence, Lan Zhou stroked his lips with his thumb, which was hotter than usual, and more plump and moist.Itching, Liu Yadong let out a sluggish hum, his arms filled with lead, hanging still, his mouth was rubbed into Lanzhou's neck.Lan Zhou smiled softly, breathing weakly.

The coldness and numbness of the soles of the feet spread to the back of the limbs, Liu Yadong moved his knees to change his position, and turned his arms backward to scratch the rash.Lan Zhou did it for him. His fingernails were very short, his movements were cautious and weak, and the red marks left disappeared immediately.Liu Yadong whispered: "Heavier."The voice is sticky and hoarse due to illness.Lan Zhou then struck too hard again, Liu Yadong hissed and rolled his eyes to look at him.Moles, blood streaks, scars, rough pores, places that have not been observed before, are so clear that they are slightly deformed.Once they looked at each other, the two looked at each other greedily and got up, looking around with one face.

What Lan Zhou found was exhaustion and restlessness; Liu Yadong was terrified, what he found was blame and pity?

Hu Ziqiang turned back and said, "You're done with your feet. Come on, let's wipe your armpit instead. This is more itchy than rubbing your feet."Liu Yadong was holding Lan Zhou's hand tightly, looking down, unable to see clearly.

The next day, Liu Yadong vomited a lot, and his temperature also dropped, turned into lung fever, and started to cough.

Only when overlooking a county, the lights are scattered, the bright places are extremely bright and the dark places are extremely dark, can there be a false appearance of prosperity.At this time, you can talk nonsense, pointing at it from a distance, insisting that it looks like Victoria Harbour, but in fact it is not bad, it is only a bit shabby, because I have never seen it before.White bark pines are planted all over Jiushan, and the leaf sheaths will prick the scalp when they fall into the hair.Lan Zhou stuck one of the hairpins, sniffed it under his nose, and asked, "The story you just told...who told you?"

"My grandma." Liu Yadong picked up a grass stalk, took a deep breath of the smell of the mountains, "it's dead."

Lan Zhou didn't speak, just sat on the rock next to him, letting the cold tide and mountain wind blow.The two of them had just come down from the top, and there was no Qiyun, let alone the old fairy, only a forest of white-bark pine trees.All the way through the bushes, go up silently, and come down silently.At this time, resting on the flat slope of the mountainside, the horizon is flat, high and dangerous, as if far away from the world.The moon is also not clear, a faint disk.Let's talk about the horror, there are a few half-collapsed wild graves in the shadows behind.

Liu Yadongming couldn't explain the detailed situation, so he cut the complicated and simplified: "I was confused at the time, so I opened it, and it made my hands hurt."

Lan Zhou asked what happened next, and he continued, "The man's knees started to ooze blood."

It's so fucking different from beating, that thing is called a gun, something that can take your life if you don't pay attention.The stubborn Liu Yadong also had such unspeakable panic, he couldn't forgive himself, and high fever accompanied him.Lan Zhou's pity included his personal understanding and not to blame, Liu Yadong was shone by the twilight and curled into his body.

Liu Yadong leaned on Lan Zhou's shoulder: "I've been dreaming these days."

"Yeah." The horizontally striped skin of Mujiangzi was twisted, and there was a seed in it, which tasted spicy.

"I took a gun and shot them indiscriminately, and I killed them all, lying on the ground in disorder, with blood everywhere."

"What do you mean?" Lan Zhou showed him the smell on his hand, Liu Yadong wrinkled his nose and turned his head, "You didn't kill me."

"I don't know, I woke up when I pointed my mouth at you." Liu Yadong rubbed his eyelids: "I still feel like holding a gun in my hand..." He turned to Lan Zhou, as if asking for a gun. Embrace.

Life is impermanent, and the Yi people say, "Ghosts work with me, and ghosts make me meet." The rough roads in the world are all caused by ghosts and gods.The name of the spring anti-curse is "Xiao Bu". Lan Zhou has never done a Bimo manipulative spell ritual, but he is used to it since he was a child, so he still knows the general process.He said: "Give me your hand." Liu Yadong: "Which one?" Lan Zhou couldn't remember the specific steps, as if he was stupid.He blinked his eyes and said wildly: "Men left and women right." This was a bit of a charlatan, Liu Yadong was amused, and obediently stretched out his left hand to him: "But I shot with my right hand." Lan Zhou hit him With a twitch of the palm of his hand: "Don't interfere, don't disturb me." Lan Zhou's lips twitched, and he silently recited "Nez Popa", which is the origin of the Ghost Sutra.Mora Gete, Paper Festival Boguo, Yi language is mysterious and mysterious, Liu Yadong is at a loss.It's just that Lan Zhou's expression became more and more relaxed, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and he smiled slightly during the chanting, a little smug, Liu Yadong was stunned when he didn't pay attention.Now you say wow!The sky is full of stars, he is not willing to take a distracted look.

Lan Zhou opened his eyes, clasped Liu Yadong's hands together, pressed them close to his chest, and said, "I just helped you get rid of the bad smell and bad luck, and your hands are clean now, this is what my father taught me."

Lan Zhou seems to be saying: The tree is red now.Simple, stubborn, full of love.To those who don't understand the folk customs of foreign races, there is always a sense of determination to sacrifice the soul, a kind of rough and sneaky but vigorous force, which is easy to be infected.Liu Yadong wanted to say, don't indulge me, otherwise I don't know what kind of bastard I will become.

Lan Zhou's eyes were deep in the mountains and dense in forests, and suddenly the fog broke through, and he began to cry, and water slid down from his eyelids in big drops.He cried in a low voice, but it broke Liu Yadong's heart.The narrowness of their lives is frightening. It seems that only each other is left, and Hu Ziqiang is an outsider.Liu Yadong wiped his tears with his hands in a panic, Lan Zhou was also wiping himself, and then he held his hands again.The two embraced lightly unconsciously, handing over the weight of their hard bodies to each other.Liu Yadong began to repeat the cliché "I like you" at a loss, Lan Zhou was immersed in the sudden outburst of emotions, and kept silent, saliva was ringing in his mouth, and he gulped down the choked mouthful.Instinctively.I pooh, out of craving.Liu Yadong raised his head slightly, although his movements were hasty, but he rested his mouth on Lanzhou's body very quietly.

Tu Wen couldn't make a big move, and took the lower position, being ridden by Xu Qingqing, who repeatedly asked her three times.She was crying on the way, Tu Wen thought she was in pain, and said that I would finish soon, she jumped up and grabbed Tu Wen, murmuring eagerly: "You continue, you continue." Her voice was trembling, and her body was covered with bruises.Cao Lu and Xu Qingqing's faces are very similar. Tu Wen always wanted to recall her exact face, but he couldn't remember it. into prostration.She lowered her waist, twisted a pair of bright red teary eyes and said, "Quick, come quickly."

Tu Wen's wound began to hurt, and his lower body swelled, and the flames were booming.Why did you come to me?What do you mean?What do you think I am?Am I fucking giving you money or not giving you money?He had indeed suffocated enough, soaring that he couldn't worry about it, so he climbed over and stabbed with his gun.Xu Qingqing stuck out the tip of her tongue in pain, dazzled by Tuwen, she poked her head to kiss her numbly.The night in Bajiao Town is a little bit dark to the end.

At the end of April in Sushui in 05, the police filed a case. Wu Qimeng was suspected of illegal possession of a gun and was sentenced to three years in prison.