When Shabi was filming in the afternoon, she felt her waist getting worse and sore, and she was forced to finish the photo. She sat alone on the sofa in the hotel lobby. The little rabbit went upstairs to prepare to pack up her things and go home, but saw Shabi not moving. She shouted a few times without responding. When she got closer, she saw beads of sweat as big as beans on Shabi's face surging down. She was so scared that she immediately asked Qian Shengchan for no reason.
When Qian Shengtong came to the hall anxiously, she saw Shabi running towards the elevator. Qian Shengtong quickly walked over and asked with concern: Xiaoquan (Shabi's surname is Quan, the same surname as Korean MM Quan Ji-hyun), what's wrong?
After a while, I got better. For some reason, I was very tired today.Shabi said angrily, sweat oozing from his forehead wet his hanging hair.
Do I want me to send someone to take you back?
No, I can go back by myself.
Then go back quickly.I'll let the little rabbit go back with you, otherwise I won't feel at ease if you are alone.
Nothing, isn’t Xiao Mu anywhere?
How is he?It's not convenient to live with him.
It's pretty good, I treat him as my little brother, nothing.
A few days later, I found the house and moved him out.
Let's talk about it later.
Shabby calmed down in the room for a while, feeling that his physical strength had recovered, so he said goodbye to the crew and drove home.
On the way to the parking lot, the magnolia trees planted beneath the wall of the hotel bloomed flowers, bringing out a fragrance.
Shabi sniffed his nose and looked up. The leaves of the magnolia were not yet revealed, but the flowers were already in bloom.
The magnolias clustered on the branches were huge and clumsy, and they fought each other with thick arms and legs.
In Shabby's mind, he always feels a cheesy feeling when he regards magnolia as the city flower.
Just like the name of Magnolia, it is a name that is often used in her parents and grandparents. Nowadays, tulips, violets, and carnations are popular in the city. These flowers are elegant, fragrant and light. They are not like a country girl like Magnolia, explaining everything about her at a glance, and it is also very good to show that only the countryside aunts do this.
After driving out, a scent of magnolia came in. Shabby was most afraid of the smell of magnolia mixed with gasoline. When she smelled this smell, she felt nauseous and vomited.
She opened the window wide and allowed the air to enter and exit freely, thinking that this was better.
The car drove onto the viaduct and drove into the never-ending traffic in the city.
What does the city look like?
Shabby often thinks this way unconsciously while driving.
She felt that the city was the intestine, coiled around in circles.
The space of the city is too small, the straight line distance is very short, and it can hardly accommodate many people, so it is necessary to circle around the city like an intestine, and use distance to create space.
In many cases, the viaduct is in meaningless circles. It is in this repetition and cycle that stretches the city’s space and provides a place for activity for more ant colony-like abortions.
You can't be in a hurry in the city, you must give up the concept of time.You clearly see the distance is what you want to achieve, but it will take half a day to really get there.
This feeling is actually the same as climbing a mountain. The peaks are clearly in front of you, but the distance between them cannot be completed in one day or two.
A city is an artificial mountain, and its fundamental purpose is to create more urban space and distance.
As the traffic flowed, Shabby limited her vision to a section of road between a wheel in front and her wheel. She didn't need to pay attention to the city, she just had to see the piece in front of her.
The torrent of the city moves forward unstoppably, like time, like irresistible life, and oneself is like a fallen leaf and a feather floating on it. Life belongs to oneself, but fate belongs to those flowing liquids.
Shabby is not a person who likes philosophical thinking. He is approaching the peak hours before get off work, and the roads are very congested.
She turned on the on-board radio station, and the false woman in the traffic channel was serving the people in a coquettish manner.
There are also some boring listeners who are interested in teasing these women who are as professional as prostitutes, trying to make them something sincere other than professional intimacy, but in the end they are all played with and applauded by these prostitutes in the air.
The female hosts in these channels are too skilled in dealing with visitors. They use their tone that is always parallel to the same height, and they are staggered and sent out those consultants who have nothing to say to.
Once they find that the customers are unfriendly, they will come up with a thirty-six strategy, leaving the best strategy, hang up the phone and play a piece of music.
Shabby heard enough of the sweet and false elements of these women's voices, and felt that they were almost more shameful than prostitutes and actresses who betrayed their bodies.
Prostitutes and female prostitutes betray the vagina, while those female hosts betray the throat.
They are both parts of a woman's body, so there is no need to say that the throat is much nobler than the vagina.
The throat can be monologue, and the vagina can be monologue, and their voices should be equal.
Just as Shabby was about to tune the stage, the female host suddenly changed to another music, wishing to be Xiangxiang's "Song of the Pig":
Pig! There are two holes in your nose. When you catch a cold, you still have a snot.
Pig! You have dark eyes, you can't see the edges even if you look at them
Pig! Your ears are so big, you can't hear me calling you stupid
Pig! Your tail is rolled and rolled, it turns out that running and jumping can’t be separated from it
Oh Wave Wave Wave Wave
Pig head, pig brain, pig body, pig tail
Good baby who never picks on food
After three shots of sun exposure every day
Never brush your teeth and never fight
Pig! Your belly is so bulging, you can tell at a glance that you can't stand the hardships of life
Pig! Your skin is so white, you will definitely invest in that wealthy family in your previous life
Oh Wave Wave Wave Wave
Legend has it that your ancestors had eight rakes, and the fortune teller said that he was destined to be a peach blossom
Hello when you see a beautiful girl
Don't blush, don't be afraid
Pig head, pig brain, pig body, pig tail
Good baby who never picks on food
After three shots of sun exposure every day
Never brush your teeth and never fight. Wave Wave Wave Wave
Legend has it that your ancestors had eight rakes, and the fortune teller said that he was destined to be a peach blossom
Hello when you see a beautiful girl
Don't blush, don't be afraid
You look like her
Xiangxiang sings so cutely.Shabby couldn't help but smile with a little naughty and a little prank.Being a pig is pretty good.She thought about it.
When she arrived in Changning District, Shabi felt pain in her abdomen flashing again, and her waist was sore. She stretched herself into the seat and felt better.
At the vegetable market, Shabi got out of the car when he thought of the person who had promised Xiao Mu to buy vegetables when he went out in the morning.She bought a second-hand bass and prepared to make a boiled fish that is popular all over China.
When Qian Shengtong came to the hall anxiously, she saw Shabi running towards the elevator. Qian Shengtong quickly walked over and asked with concern: Xiaoquan (Shabi's surname is Quan, the same surname as Korean MM Quan Ji-hyun), what's wrong?
After a while, I got better. For some reason, I was very tired today.Shabi said angrily, sweat oozing from his forehead wet his hanging hair.
Do I want me to send someone to take you back?
No, I can go back by myself.
Then go back quickly.I'll let the little rabbit go back with you, otherwise I won't feel at ease if you are alone.
Nothing, isn’t Xiao Mu anywhere?
How is he?It's not convenient to live with him.
It's pretty good, I treat him as my little brother, nothing.
A few days later, I found the house and moved him out.
Let's talk about it later.
Shabby calmed down in the room for a while, feeling that his physical strength had recovered, so he said goodbye to the crew and drove home.
On the way to the parking lot, the magnolia trees planted beneath the wall of the hotel bloomed flowers, bringing out a fragrance.
Shabi sniffed his nose and looked up. The leaves of the magnolia were not yet revealed, but the flowers were already in bloom.
The magnolias clustered on the branches were huge and clumsy, and they fought each other with thick arms and legs.
In Shabby's mind, he always feels a cheesy feeling when he regards magnolia as the city flower.
Just like the name of Magnolia, it is a name that is often used in her parents and grandparents. Nowadays, tulips, violets, and carnations are popular in the city. These flowers are elegant, fragrant and light. They are not like a country girl like Magnolia, explaining everything about her at a glance, and it is also very good to show that only the countryside aunts do this.
After driving out, a scent of magnolia came in. Shabby was most afraid of the smell of magnolia mixed with gasoline. When she smelled this smell, she felt nauseous and vomited.
She opened the window wide and allowed the air to enter and exit freely, thinking that this was better.
The car drove onto the viaduct and drove into the never-ending traffic in the city.
What does the city look like?
Shabby often thinks this way unconsciously while driving.
She felt that the city was the intestine, coiled around in circles.
The space of the city is too small, the straight line distance is very short, and it can hardly accommodate many people, so it is necessary to circle around the city like an intestine, and use distance to create space.
In many cases, the viaduct is in meaningless circles. It is in this repetition and cycle that stretches the city’s space and provides a place for activity for more ant colony-like abortions.
You can't be in a hurry in the city, you must give up the concept of time.You clearly see the distance is what you want to achieve, but it will take half a day to really get there.
This feeling is actually the same as climbing a mountain. The peaks are clearly in front of you, but the distance between them cannot be completed in one day or two.
A city is an artificial mountain, and its fundamental purpose is to create more urban space and distance.
As the traffic flowed, Shabby limited her vision to a section of road between a wheel in front and her wheel. She didn't need to pay attention to the city, she just had to see the piece in front of her.
The torrent of the city moves forward unstoppably, like time, like irresistible life, and oneself is like a fallen leaf and a feather floating on it. Life belongs to oneself, but fate belongs to those flowing liquids.
Shabby is not a person who likes philosophical thinking. He is approaching the peak hours before get off work, and the roads are very congested.
She turned on the on-board radio station, and the false woman in the traffic channel was serving the people in a coquettish manner.
There are also some boring listeners who are interested in teasing these women who are as professional as prostitutes, trying to make them something sincere other than professional intimacy, but in the end they are all played with and applauded by these prostitutes in the air.
The female hosts in these channels are too skilled in dealing with visitors. They use their tone that is always parallel to the same height, and they are staggered and sent out those consultants who have nothing to say to.
Once they find that the customers are unfriendly, they will come up with a thirty-six strategy, leaving the best strategy, hang up the phone and play a piece of music.
Shabby heard enough of the sweet and false elements of these women's voices, and felt that they were almost more shameful than prostitutes and actresses who betrayed their bodies.
Prostitutes and female prostitutes betray the vagina, while those female hosts betray the throat.
They are both parts of a woman's body, so there is no need to say that the throat is much nobler than the vagina.
The throat can be monologue, and the vagina can be monologue, and their voices should be equal.
Just as Shabby was about to tune the stage, the female host suddenly changed to another music, wishing to be Xiangxiang's "Song of the Pig":
Pig! There are two holes in your nose. When you catch a cold, you still have a snot.
Pig! You have dark eyes, you can't see the edges even if you look at them
Pig! Your ears are so big, you can't hear me calling you stupid
Pig! Your tail is rolled and rolled, it turns out that running and jumping can’t be separated from it
Oh Wave Wave Wave Wave
Pig head, pig brain, pig body, pig tail
Good baby who never picks on food
After three shots of sun exposure every day
Never brush your teeth and never fight
Pig! Your belly is so bulging, you can tell at a glance that you can't stand the hardships of life
Pig! Your skin is so white, you will definitely invest in that wealthy family in your previous life
Oh Wave Wave Wave Wave
Legend has it that your ancestors had eight rakes, and the fortune teller said that he was destined to be a peach blossom
Hello when you see a beautiful girl
Don't blush, don't be afraid
Pig head, pig brain, pig body, pig tail
Good baby who never picks on food
After three shots of sun exposure every day
Never brush your teeth and never fight. Wave Wave Wave Wave
Legend has it that your ancestors had eight rakes, and the fortune teller said that he was destined to be a peach blossom
Hello when you see a beautiful girl
Don't blush, don't be afraid
You look like her
Xiangxiang sings so cutely.Shabby couldn't help but smile with a little naughty and a little prank.Being a pig is pretty good.She thought about it.
When she arrived in Changning District, Shabi felt pain in her abdomen flashing again, and her waist was sore. She stretched herself into the seat and felt better.
At the vegetable market, Shabi got out of the car when he thought of the person who had promised Xiao Mu to buy vegetables when he went out in the morning.She bought a second-hand bass and prepared to make a boiled fish that is popular all over China.
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