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Don't want that post, rewrite it, this is the part where Chu Jianming and Pan Yunfei wrestle with each other.
I'm sorry I didn't come at the moment. When this book is published, I will send 100 to my brothers. If it's not enough, I'll add another 50.
A crescent moon appeared in the cold clouds. At that time, the sky was blue and the stars were clear. Ming Jian and Lao slanting are sitting on the roof of their home, looking up at the vast starry sky. The snow stopped, the sky cleared up, and the snow under my ass hardened into a thin shell in the night wind.
"Your mother's cooking is really delicious." Pan took out a pack of cigarettes wrapped in white and handed them to Jian Ming.
"What brand is this?" Jianming asked.
"Lucky, imported cigarettes taste good."
Jianming took the cigarette case, smelled it and put it in his pocket: "Take it home for my dad to suck."
Huang Lao crooked took out another box of cigarettes and handed it to Pan, one for himself, but didn't give it to Jian Ming, so he put the cigarettes in his pocket again.
"This man is very stingy." Jianming said.
"Do you smoke or not? I'll give you one if you smoke. " Huang Lao said.
"I don't smoke, my father smokes, and my father is very kind to me." Jianming lowered his head, and the shoelace of one shoe was opened. He tied it slowly.
Jianming is wearing black corduroy cotton shoes with two patches on them.
"What are you wearing with such broken shoes? ...