Incense one hundred pages

The sky is like black charcoal, carrying ash. The darkness before the typhoon came. I tossed and turned on the bed to relax and didn't have the heart to relax. After selling the stock joyfully, I was lonely and bored at any time, empty at any time. Fingertips have points to flick against the walls to rhythm, knocking on their own figure world. I can't help but go to the stock market, I can't have no rise in my hands, I've relied on the stock market to give me hope, stocks have tied up my state of life, how can I watch others shout that they have made a lot of money, how can I see so many stocks rising to leave me behind. Wouldn't that make me lose my soul and lose my spirits, what do I do to save the overflowing anxiety in my heart, and the rain and clouds at any time?

How the sky lit up, how the typhoon blew over, no one saw their actions, the hula hula wind pushed and shoved around, countless pairs of wandering tentacles, claws, and wings. Knocking on window frames, knocking on glass, pulling on doors. Outside, the leaves were rattling and shaking upside down, the branches were powerless to follow the swaying of the wind and split, and the roots bluntly protected their position. Not every tree has that kind of ability, the aging is precarious, the ground around it is soft and open and retreating, and there are a few whiskers that appear for the first time that are more delicate than the branches in a state of prayer. The coconut leaf opened a large comb and spiraled through the provocation of the wind, the coconut ran on the road and rolled over, suddenly standing like a top waiting, the wind took the whip and jerked violently, the coconut tip stood up and turned non-stop, turned to the wall and lay down and moaned.

What follows is the torrential rain pouring down, the rain after being rewarded by the wind, which can perfectly disperse itself - such as note... The long flute was cut off by the waist, and the round drum beat the ground for a few miles; such as a piece... Smoke came out of the fierce beating, smoke like a veil, trance fog; like a strip... The rain that was originally here suddenly fell elsewhere. The rain is extremely arrogant, unrestrained, and noisy... Attack... Attack.

In this summer, I was suddenly soaked in cold sweat in the fire, and I hugged what kind of warmth?

Oh we can have a whole day today. Every sleepy eye opened his mouth, and all of them came and were silent. Such weather is cheering, you can lie on the bed without getting up, Cao Lan said: "No one is allowed to get up today." Qianying said, "No one is allowed to eat today." I said, "That's a good feeling, I can also lie in bed." Cao Lan said, "I'm afraid that some people can't do it, I don't believe you can see it, and see whose man will knock on the door in a moment." Qianying said, "My family will not be honest." "Li Ya said: My prince can't either." Hongmei said that although her Chen Mo was not her silence, she would come when she said it, smash the wall with her fists, and gollum and gollum... hehe... The wall laughed and she laughed too. Then, she began to crackle at the bed board that Cao Lan had smashed with her feet on the top bunk. Cao Lan also lifted her legs up and stomped on the top bunk of Hongmei, laughing incessantly. Hongmei said, "When I find someone to tear down this wall, I can sleep next to Chen Mo." Cao Lan said: "You two are also next to each other now, they are all on the top bunk, you don't use the wall as a barrier, there is no wall at all, you two are next to each other, hehe." Hongmei said: "I also think it is, Chen Mo's brother is wearing a shorts, you didn't see it, I saw, Chen Mo's muscles are so developed!" "Knock, knock on the door twice, the whole room of people burst out laughing, all in one voice, who? Whose family? The prince said at the door: At noon, everyone eats a box lunch, and the Hunan restaurant opposite has meat and capers, and no one who is ordered by the civilized leader should not go out.

At this moment, only I did not plan the bed and did not sing, they were all happily on the bed, as if the typhoon had blown under the bed. Cao Lan stood in the middle of the room with her hair scattered, twisting her waist, humming how hard it is for you to love me, how hard it is! Then I changed the words, thank you for the arrival of the typhoon.

I can't let go of this great time, Chen Mo said that every day I am a red plum blossom dishonest, I want to just fight for the day and night to be enthusiastic. Hongmei said and took the yukata and went to take a bath. All the men in the living room are up to negotiate the same thing, concerned about the good situation, everyone is talking about the universal obvious, everyone is hanging on their lips; that is, the property price has reached four thousand, and it will rise to the finite or infinite, the situation is unstoppable, and it is still a good straight up.

Li Ya wore a small flower skirt without a waist, and twisted a few steps to the waist line to come out. "Prince, I think our building is shaking, will our building be blown away by the typhoon, can we be blown into the sea?" Li Ya wrapped her arms around the prince's waist and shook his body. "No, if you scrape, you can only scrape to the sky, and then fall down and hang on the tree, there will be no danger." "Is that us together, and you're going to grab me and scrape me into the sky, right?" Cao Lan sat on the edge of the bed and tapped his teeth with his teeth, clucking. Yang Mei said: "Cao Lan, are you sweet, or are you gritting your teeth?" "I don't, I want to eat licorice ume."

Hongmei was wearing a flesh pink silk pajamas, revealing two feet from the bathroom door, revealing the heat, and the faint fragrance of the bath liquid, and then the calves stepped out symmetrically, standing by the door and rubbing her hair with a white towel, her face had a rose, and there was a petal slightly trembling in the lower part of her neck, she walked step by step, took a step back to look at Chen Mo, walked back step by step, sprinkled rosemary with her hand all the way, and she entered the room with the open door from the living room. I gathered everyone's clothes on the balcony and saw clearly, and the passion of civilization was radiated out. Civilization turned on the tape recorder, and the music remembered, "Late Love."

"All come out, dance, dance with the typhoon. Hongmei came to dance, I heard that you are as light as a swallow, dancing with you is not dancing, it is led by you to dance, appreciate ah! ”

I sat on the edge of the bed folding clothes, Cao Lan's mind was sensitive, aware of this is a tendency, she said to herself: "Don't look at how tall you are, to people's shoulders, the heart is short, there is no decency, and the man's color is also." "If I didn't know that she liked civility in her heart, I wouldn't be able to hear it." However, I will hear who it is, Civilization is indeed not very tall, he should also be an ordinary man, and I think it is not! Celibacy and liking for women are two personalities that exist at the same time, just like a mask can be put on at any time. "Sister, go, I'll teach you to dance, and I promise you'll be able to keep up with the rhythm and go in the morning." I was pulled by Cao Lan and walked in the music. This feeling is really beautiful, the music makes me forget where I am, the gossamer is emitted in the body, the roots are pulled up, pulled to where I don't know, just feel like I want to fly! The melody is a lake of water... Passionate; a lotus... Like a Qingyang; a Fuso... The heart goes to the sun; one is intoxicated, one is sad. I saw the distant mountains, I saw the vast sea, I seemed to be swept away by the waves and disappeared...

I didn't hear the typhoon roar all morning, in fact, it was even more crazy. It's not a room outside, and we're all drunk and tired of jumping.

After lunch, Hongmei shouted that she was sleepy and slept for a while, and her eyes looked at Chen Mo, and that look made Chen Mo soft and drunk. Cao Lan and I sat in the living room after the silence, I did not have the habit of taking a nap, Cao Lan was a mixture of five tastes.

"Sister Lan, you don't sleep, I'm lying in your bed." Hongmei told Cao Lan to close the door casually. "Well, cover your own quilt." Cao Lan whispered to me as she agreed, "Did you see that?" Civilization looks at the eyes of the red plum, and they all emit auroras, hypocrites, women are too difficult! ”

I talked to Cao Lan for a while, I went into the room to take out the knitted sweater, Liu Jia and Yang Mei in my lower bunk lay together and chatted, and Li Ya and Qianying went to the prince's room. Hongmei and Chen Mo were lying on Cao Lan's lower bunk on the right and chatting. "Sister, don't you take a nap?" "Oh, I don't sleep, you sleep." I came out and closed the door. After a while Cao Lan quietly entered the house and took out a book, and the two of us whispered on the sofa, and he said, "They are all asleep." She didn't close the door.

More than an hour later Civilization came out of his own room alone, "So quiet, all sleeping?" "Oh, yes." When I returned to civilization, Cao Lan did not look up at her book. Civilization looked at our room when he came out of the bathroom, and then he went to the door and looked at it, and as he walked, he said that he didn't feel hot when he slept together and covered the quilt. to be continued

2021.2.20