Yes, if this is the case, I will accept my fate.
Secondly, as the saying goes, he knows that he is victorious in all battles. If the day comes and I don’t send the old man in the car, how can that old man stand me? He can never be able to wrap me upstairs with a stray bullet from a pistol. Let it collapse.
Thinking of this, I felt that the future was bright, and I almost shouted, "My life is okay."
Third, I really didn't see Grandpa Zheng's skill punching Rolls-Royce with a punch. You said that even if you let Pangzhenni do it, you might not be able to do it so beautifully and make the car turn so many laps. Even if you don't look at the big money in Rolls Royce, the master's skill is basically the concept of monsters.
I didn't see it at the beginning, but if I knew it now, how many skills would I still pester him to learn? Don’t forget how my grandpa’s family is a bit close to the Zheng family. You know, grandpa Zheng didn’t miss my grandpa’s house when I was young.
Now that I have finished thinking about everything I should think about, I struggled to sit up, dragged the slippers on my right foot and the cast of my left leg to the window of the ward, pulled over a chair with my right right hand, and then kneeled and squatted. When I stood up, I could see the scenery outside the window clearly.
What appeared in my eyes was the hometown in the memory of the early nineties, the continuous red walls and blue tiles of the old houses, the ancient bluestone and red brick roads, and the rows of schools in the distance of the French phoenix trees. Old-fashioned cement bridges, and large tracts of fields across the river.
I raised my head and glanced at the hot sun, then lowered my body to look at my thin hospital gown. At this moment, I thought of the future governor, Mr. Arnold Schwarzenegger, a well-known actor who is still not well known. That sentence said in a certain movie.
iwillbeback.
Well, it seems that this sentence does not fit my current state of mind, because his old man said that he will come back, and I have already come back.
By the time the family came, it was already 5:35 in the afternoon, and at this time, I had written the text of a 16-size homework book with a pen.
These characters have a common name, called fantasy literature.
It is the end of June and the beginning of July of 19, and there are still nine years to go before 1998. T City is just a coastal city that is getting rich first through reform and opening up. In this era, the forty-five reprints of Ryo Mizuno’s Rhode Island Chronicles in Heisei have occurred forty-five times. Children in China have just come into contact with Masami and his likes, and the zodiac turns them around. In addition, They don't know anything about fantasy, don't talk about fantasy.
What if I use these time to write a few books and put them in the magazine? Don’t forget that my dream is to become a great writer who doesn’t need to look at the face of the bookstore owner, as Tanaka said. At the same time, I am also ready to take responsibility. Someone said the word love to me. As a man, I am right. Should give her a happy future.
Since I have a dream, I also want to realize it, so I decided to write a few short stories and then put on a vest and send it to a certain publishing house. Because according to common sense, it is good for a seven-year-old child to be able to read and break chapters. I don’t I hope I can use the boring reason that I can be smart because of a car accident to deceive the cunning people at home.
Not only does it have to roll the exemption dice, but it also has to roll out five points in a row. It's not almost, but I don't have strong luck at all. From another perspective, if I really have such a strong luck, then the two bullets should not greet me.
Therefore, this afternoon time passed quickly. When Zhang Yafeng appeared at the door of the ward holding my dinner box, he happened to see me sitting in the hospital, using his right hand to write something on the notebook.
"Cousin, what is delicious?"
Looking at the lunch box, I thought of the delicious fried pork slices. Grandma's craftsmanship back then was so good that there was nothing to say.
"Fried pork slices and oily bamboo shoots. Grandma heard that you are awake, and it doesn't matter if you can't eat it anymore."
Zhang Yafeng is already nine years old. According to her birthday, she is two years older than me. At this time, most of the little girls are wearing ponytails, wearing large white undershirts and long cyan skirts, and they have pretty little faces. With a smile of Wen Xin that belongs to her sister.