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Section 1 Late autumn and light winter
Mao Mao rain is indispensable in early autumn.
The surface of the thirsty gully is the scar left by rural children. These scars are like psoriasis, covering the mother's skin, like naughty children, gnawing milk on the mother's glistening chest, while those restless little hands touch the breast and grab the scars with their nails because they don't want to be satisfied with their mouths.
Tian Guangpu held Meng Dashuai while playing cards and said, "What is this deck of cards? I think it's ruined. " Yan Lao Bayi stared at Tian Guangpu with her child in her arms, pretending to be very anxious, holding Tian Guangpu's hand and saying, "This can't be done. My cards are good. "
Tian Guangpu shook off Yan Laoba's hand, curled his lips and said, "If you lose, I won't play with you." Meng Laowu swallowed, played another card and said, "Old Eight, you are wrong. No matter how good the card is, you can't touch Guangpu's hand. Guangpu is a new wife who has just passed the door. "
Yan Lao smiled, and his face was covered with deep traces left by years, which could be compared with the wasteland on Xigang. He said, "After all, Guangpu still wants me to call me Eight Lords. -What's wrong? Grandpa shouldn't pull his granddaughter ...