It takes a lot of time to organize Qin Ciyan's life-long works.
Doctors are often very busy, and because of taking medicine, Xie Qingcheng is not as multitasking as before. He thought about it, and finally discussed with Li Rouqiu, planning to leave the hospital and become a teacher in the university.
At that time, Li Rouqiu had already lost her feelings for Xie Qingcheng. It was almost at this time that she met the married man she cheated on later, so she didn't care that much about Xie Qingcheng. He said what he said.
But Xie Qingcheng has always been a very responsible person. He married Li Rouqiu after deciding to take rn-13 sustained-release medicine and become a normal person. If he only lived to 40 and died, or if his disease was out of control, he would not implicate a weak woman.
Although he was emotionally indifferent, he had tried his best to live as a normal person, but Li Rouqiu pursued fiery love.
That was something Xie Qing couldn't give her.
In fact, Xie Qingcheng also thought about it at that time. If he went to college, he would always spend more time with his wife during the winter and summer vacations. Although he did not understand romance, he could always watch movies and walk around the streets. In his opinion, it is also an obligation that he should perform.
The resignation letter has been typed and can be handed in at any time.
But at this moment, something happened in Shanghai No. 1 Hospital that made Xie Qingcheng suspend the resignation process.
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"Why are these security measures removed?"
"Oh, this." The staff member who was busy dismantling the scanner at the entrance scratched his head, "I don't know, it seems to be because of a reporter's interview?"
"Shouldn't the reporter interview support the hospital to increase security after the Qin Ciyan incident?"
Another worker was a little more gossipy. Seeing that Xie Qingcheng was interested in communicating with them, he leaned over and said mysteriously, "That reporter has some ideas. He thinks that what others have reported has not been written. He just thought about it. Look at the problem from a new angle, you see, how popular his special comment is."
As he said that, he handed his dirty mobile phone to Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng took a look at it, and it was a large portal website at that time. The headline is a popular social comment, and next to it is a photo of a special commentator. It is a man with a thick neck and a pair of glasses.
Xie Qingcheng stood in the lobby of the hospital where people came and went, and spent a few minutes reading this comment carefully.
It has to be said that words are sometimes much more terrifying than physical violence. In the narrow alleys where the soldiers meet, the killings are like grass without hearing a word.
The reporter commentator wrote from another angle that after the hospital has strengthened its security, it has made it even more troublesome and painful for patients to seek medical treatment.
"Whether it is pregnant women, children, or the elderly, they must be checked at the entrance of the hospital. There are often long queues at the entrance of the hospital. The reporter saw those patients who were already suffering from diseases, waiting anxiously in the open air. I can't help but reflect on the fact that it is necessary to protect the safety of medical staff, but has the convenience services advocated by the state, especially medical convenience services, become empty talk? Is the hospital overkill?"
The report appeared to have a calm tone, but it made many provocative arguments.
Xie Qingcheng was not a fool, he read it very clearly.
After Qin Ciyan was killed by the medical rioters, the security measures of Shanghai No. 1 Hospital were greatly upgraded, and they were indeed criticized. The hospital originally wanted to make the transition like this first, and then slowly improve the convenience of the security check. Who would have thought that a special comment would cause a thousand waves, especially those patients with sad faces holding umbrellas at the door waiting to enter in sequence. The photos spread at an extremely fast speed on the Internet.
The leaders of Shanghai Medical Department were worried about being invited/talked, so they removed the detectors temporarily installed at the entrance, hoping to reduce the risk of public opinion. Of course, they also explained to the doctors that the number of security guards patrolling in the hospital is still three or four times that of the past. .
This is how the hospital appeases the doctors - "Everyone, please understand that reducing the contradiction between doctors and patients must start from the root, rather than relying on an instrument."
So it becomes nihilism.
Who does not know that the contradiction between doctors and patients should be treated from the root
What is the source of the conflict? is human nature.
But human nature cannot be treated by doctors. If human nature is ill and the disease reaches society, then it needs journalists, artists, and self-media workers who have a bottom line and ideals... Let them throw guns and daggers to question the conscience of the group, they need In a tolerant environment that accepts the contention of a hundred schools of thought, to brew a dose of medicine that can heal the heart. This process will be very long, it may take ten or twenty years, it will require many people to shed blood and tears, burn their hearts and lives, constantly throw small stones at mercenary giants, and need to throw small stones at ignorant, extreme, sinister, hatred, etc. Wait for the flimsy arrowheads to shoot from these natural monsters.
And it is in the constant struggle of ignorance and aura, tolerance and narrow-mindedness, human nature and animal nature that human culture has left its blood-splashed footprints step by step in the long river of history.
Bad fruit cannot grow in three or two days, nor can it be removed in three or two days.
At this time, saying "fundamentally change the doctor-patient relationship" and giving up the protection of doctors is a high-sounding surrender of the hospital leadership to ignorance.
"I'm not saying you are wrong, Auntie, please be patient and listen to my explanation..."
"Director, I'm really tired. I haven't had a sip of water since I entered the consultation room in the morning."
"We all have to learn from Professor Qin and dedicate our lives to our posts."
Encouraging kindness is an eternal truth.
But if it gets to the point where sacrifice is encouraged, it is terrifying.
Xie Qingcheng watched quietly in the hospital.
The doctors seem to have become very tense, bound by an invisible rope, trapping them on an altar called "angels in white", forcing them to place their lovers, children, freedom and even their lives in their professions. later.
But that is not necessary.
You can't blame a person for being selfless forever, but you should go to each other with infinite gratitude for every selflessness. But be aware that their efforts are not for granted.
However, the fact is that during that time, no one dared to have a conflict with the patient, and no one dared to say no.
What's even more pitiful is that many young children... those who are actually Xie Qingcheng's disciples of Qin Ciyan who should be called junior brother and junior sister.
They were truly trapped on an isolated island. As long as others carried out "that's what Qin Ciyan did", any debate would be invalid. They could not swim out of this isolated island. In the end, it seemed that even they themselves I was already numb, and I forgot that besides the doctor, I was also the father, mother, child, and lover of others.
Xie Qingcheng saw that a junior sister had to sign up to go to the mountains for more than half a year of exchange guidance under such pressure, but he knew that her mother had lung cancer, and that was the last time she spent with her.
He saw a junior and junior brother who had just joined the job hiding in a corner crying and trembling after a failed operation, but under such pressure repeatedly asked whether his psychological quality was too poor and why he couldn't do his best.
He watched them as a last resort, watched them go from being forced to numbness in their hearts, and watched them go from numbness in their hearts to becoming accustomed to them.
He felt a pain in his heart.
It was so painful.
He thought, this is not what it should have been like.
Understanding, gratitude, tolerance, where have you gone? Are they destined to die in persecution
Light, hope, kindness, where have you gone? Do they have to live in sacrifice
No.
It shouldn't be like this.
Everyone should live well, and every life must be respected. Sacrifice is great, but it should never be the ultimate measure of greatness, the highest honor.
Cherish dignity, cherish life, cherish every kindness that others give you, and say "thank you" instead of "I want it."
That's how things should be right.
Xie Qingcheng was outside the isolated island, looking at the junior sisters and juniors in the isolated island, looking at those comrades who he was destined to never recognize in his life and could not get the word "senior brother" from them.
He wondered if I could take you out.
Can I take you away before I go.
So later, he discussed with the woman and performed a ridiculous farce. In the farce he is the center of the whirlpool, sinking in the ocean.
He couldn't surface again.
He said those lines word for word, lines he had prepared dozens of times.
He looked at her, and it seemed that he was not looking at her, but the neurosurgeon who had hurried between the gray and white floors countless times.
He saw the old doctor telling the nurse at the doctor's desk that if the patient's family has anything, just come to me, and don't go to Dr. Xie, who is the matchmaker for this matter.
He saw the old doctor tell him that the pain is not terrible, you have to believe in your heart, as long as you live, everything can be overcome.
He saw the old doctor walking out of the rain with a big umbrella, stretched out his hand to himself on the steps, and said, does it hurt
He saw the old doctor asking him who decided to make a complete departure from the past - "Xiao Xie, what is the purpose of the famous water calligraphy? Why do you want to write on the scar on your wrist?"
And he answered him: "Because I want to say goodbye to my past self. That Xie Qingcheng is dead, and I will die in the future. The reputation and reputation of my life will be like words written on the water, and eventually disappear. I want to be worthy of the life I have, and I want to do something right."
The old doctor smiled and patted his head: "That's very good. In life, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must not give in and live towards your heart. I'm very happy if you think this way. "
"Xiao Xie, I don't think I saved you wrong."
In the end, Xie Qingcheng looked at the man in the Yanzhou ward who woke up from a car accident and saw him for the first time.
The man had eyes very similar to his father's.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and opened them again—
In front of him was the woman who quarreled with him in front of the entire hospital at his request.
He looked at her, but not at her, he looked at Qin Ciyan's phantom, at the place where Qin Ciyan walked, he finally opened his mouth, he said—
"In my opinion, a doctor's life is far more important than a mental patient's life."
Your life is far more important than mine.
Lao Qin, do you understand
Why did you make such a choice, why not let Elbehai be the first person to find me
I am just a patient, a patient, a living dead, an ordinary person, a lifestealer who has been living in the world for more than ten years.
Why do you think my life is more precious than yours
He fell deep in the center of the vortex, sinking continuously... sinking...
The light slowly disappeared before my eyes.
The dispute is over.
He has been criticized and ridiculed.
Fortunately, the hospital panicked again because of this, worried that such a contradiction between doctors and patients would intensify again.
But that's not enough...
That's not the last step, he thought.
Xie Qingcheng finally stood on the podium to comment on professional titles, telling everyone word by word—
He is resigning.
He said he was afraid.
He said he was afraid, he was just an ordinary doctor. He didn't want to lose his life in this position, he had to live his life well.
He knew that when he said these words, he was already the target of public criticism.
The brothers and sisters he wants to redeem will never know the truth.
They'll spit at him, yell at him, and he'll sneer at them, mean at them, say their teacher—
his mentor.
his half-father.
The most merciful person he will never meet again—
"It's your own fault."
Until a long time later, Xie Qingcheng didn't know what kind of cruelty he was relying on at that time to say these four words firmly and viciously, as if it were true.
He took off his title badge and put it back on the flannel pad.
He raised his eyes and said, this is my last choice.
Let me go into the dark, that's where I came from.
It's just that you can't be so stupid in the future, you must learn to say no, you must learn to protect yourself, and you must know that death is not the only way to prove your own light, but to live well.
My teacher once protected me with his own life.
Now is the time for me to use my reputation to protect you.
I hope you will...
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and strode out of the conference room, behind which was a stormy uproar.
I hope that in the future, you will no longer have to exchange blood and life for ideals, praise, and medals.
Hope you all are well in the future.
If you think about it, it is also Qin Ciyan's lifelong hope.
In 2017, a few weeks after Qin Ciyan's death, Xie Qingcheng left Shanghai Medical Hospital in the name of a coward.
In the same month, worried about the negative emotions of the doctors due to the incident, the hospital, after careful consideration and research, decided to respond to the need for the hospital's security facilities to the society, reset the system to ensure the safety of medical staff, and ask for the understanding of the patients. The equipment is upgraded and improved as soon as possible, which not only keeps patients from waiting for a long time, but also protects the safety of medical care.
And these benefits, Xie Qingcheng could not enjoy.
He returned to Moyu Lane alone, with confusion, controversy, rejection, and suspicion.
Alone, away from the place that gave him a second life.
When he was young, he wanted to be a policeman.
Later, his biological parents died, and in pursuit of the truth, he could only turn his past dreams into a scar on his wrist.
Growing up, he became a doctor.
However, his mentor who had half-father's grace to him left. In order to save his successor from being trapped in a moral prison, he lost his home for the second time.
He is from the grave.
He will go back to the grave after all.
After resignation, Xie Qingcheng suffered from great mental pain and pressure, and his mental state was very unstable.
Although with his usual self-control and the help of special drugs, he can control himself perfectly and live like an ordinary person. But that blow was too big.
Xie Qingcheng couldn't even go to college for a job for a while.
He is very aware of his condition, he can't stand more torture, no matter how calm he is, he will still collapse.
And if he collapses, he doesn't know what the consequences will be, will it hurt his wife, sister, neighbor...
He had no idea what to do on his own, and he devoted all his energy to arranging his writings for Qin Ciyan. Only in those familiar brushstrokes and words could he gain respite and peace.
Some people, some things, even if they are sympathetic to each other, he can only give up and leave them heartlessly.
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"So I resigned as your personal doctor."
In the icy reservoir, Xie Qingcheng whispered softly. In the face of death, he finally told the secret that he had kept for too many years.
"I chose to settle down and do what he didn't finish, instead of staying by your side. I was almost a cripple at that time... Maybe you never saw it, you would think that I pretended well , very calm, no different from usual."
Xie Qingcheng paused, the biting water seemed to condense his life.
"But my heart is broken. My core is rotten... I couldn't teach you anything at that time, He Yu. I made a choice and gave up."
"...that's the whole truth."
After He Yu heard what he said, he didn't say anything for a long time.
In the empty studio, only Edion's melodious singing reverberated.
The water line has been in the process of telling these stories, has risen to the top, and now the top of their heads has touched the dome.
In a few minutes, death lay ahead.
He Yu finally said softly: "So... you originally planned to take all these things to the grave?"
"Yes."
"You were going to say nothing."
"right."
"You... You see how sad I am. You see I've been trying to find someone who can understand me, but you are yourself, but you don't say anything, you don't tell me anything... " He Yu's eyes were finally filled with Red, he stared at Xie Qingcheng in the water, and kept asking Xie Qingcheng, his voice was hoarse, I don't know if it was absurd, sad, heartache, and confused, "You just need to tell me a little truth, I I can understand you, and I can let you go... You and I are two people in this society who can't get along, Xie Qingcheng! Why didn't you tell me that you were too? Why didn't you want to hug me? Let me give you a hug too? What are you... you know everything... but you don't say anything..."
Tears streamed down his face and dripped into the pool.
"I'm cold... Xie Qingcheng, after so many years, aren't you cold? Aren't you cold... "
He looked at him, thinking about the endless conversations that Xie Qingcheng had with him.
His tears kept streaming down.
He had never cried like this in front of anyone before, even in the face of death, he could listen to the elegant songs with a calm smile and raise his head to greet him.
But at this moment, he knew that he actually had a similar kind alive in this world.
The person who can fully understand him, feel his pain, and understand his suffering has always been... by his side.
Xie Qingcheng told him before to let him get out of his inner shadow by himself.
Xie Qingcheng once asked him, kid, don't you feel pain
Xie Qingcheng tried to awaken his reason in despair, telling him that as long as he was alive, any difficulties could be overcome.
You have to… always trust your heart.
As long as you live one day, don't give up the hope that you can overcome the disease for a moment.
These words... These words, he used to only regard it as a doctor's explanation to a patient.
But it turns out…
But it turned out that it was Xie Qingcheng's heartfelt words boiled down by his own blood and tears! It's the deep sea cry of another mental Ebola sufferer.
That was the road Xie Qingcheng had stumbled through, the love-hate separation he had experienced, the blood from his wounds, and the tears in his eyes.
Xie Qingcheng didn't say anything. Nothing can be said.
It's only up to him... standing stupidly.
He stood alone on the reef, wailing, and on the isolated island in the sea, he could not get any response for a long time-he thought he was the last dragon that did not die.
But it turned out that the "human" on his altar had the same blood as him and the same terrifying wings as him.
Xie Qingcheng... didn't say anything.
Say nothing! ! !
He Yu closed his eyes hard, and couldn't help but beat him and scold him. He questioned him, resented him, full of hatred, anger, sadness and hardship.
He said: "Xie Qingcheng, I really hate you. This is more painful than if you didn't tell me the truth. Do you hate me to death, and then tell me such a thing at the end, you don't tell me until the end, Just want to tell me, I've never been alone, have I?"
He cursed, leaving in anger.
But in the end, he hugged Xie Qingcheng tightly again—
In shivering ice water.
In a dark room where it was almost breathless.
In the dark, where no one is, before life and death.
The dying dragon hugged him tightly, crying, cursing, and wailing, but even his fingers were shaking, but he seemed to squeeze Xie Qingcheng into his own flesh and blood.
They are the two loneliest people in the world.
Before death came, one of them finally took off the mask so that the other could see their similar faces.
Before death came, one finally took pity on the other and told him that he was alone in the world.
The water finally submerged to the nose and mouth, and life and death were only in an instant.
He Yutong's eyes were red, and he looked at Xie Qingcheng deeply - his eyes were like hatred, resentment, forgiveness, and deep depravity. There were too many emotions in it for a while, and he was eager to express it in these eyes. In times of joy and sorrow, live up to the last freedom.
Endless summer, in blooming flowers.
The scarred Canglong bears a heavy shackle, bears a secret shackle, and bears the sin of forbidden drugs.
Canglong looked at the little child curled up on the steps.
It's like looking at the old self after so many years of wandering and struggling.
He extended his human-like hand to the young dragon.
In his mirror-like pupils, the figure of the child was reflected.
He said-
"Little devil, don't you feel pain?"
He asked that because he knew it was painful.
Before the pain of numbness and despair, the pain of gouging out the bone is not worth mentioning at all.
Xie Qingcheng himself had experienced the kind of pain that could crush a giant—knowing that he would not live for long, he felt that he was useless, and that no pioneer had ever walked out of this quagmire alive, and had to live in this quagmire.
He knows all this.
But he couldn't tell He Yu that it was very painful.
He could only ask.
He remembered how the doctor in the past comforted himself with blood on his hands. He can only imitate it, and then pick up the shrunken baby dragon with the face of a normal person.
He knew that He Yu wanted a companion and a little encouragement from his peers.
He is not without the slightest mercy.
But he has too many things to do, and he is so cruel to himself, let alone He Yu? His only tenderness became the handsome text he signed on He Jiwei's letter of appointment.
When he was still within his power, he accompanied him as a psychiatrist, enlightened him, and that was all he could give him.
This is Xie Qingcheng's last remaining energy.
not much.
But he gave it all.
He lost his dream for the truth.
For the sake of my sister, I lost my health.
In order to overcome the disease, he lost the meaning of life.
In order to live the meaning of life, I lost my peace and serenity.
He lost his parents, half-father, and a new home that he had finally found. After he lost his police rank, he lost his white clothes. In order to protect those juniors and juniors who didn't even know him, he even gave him the last place in the pulpit. He will be expelled, and even a desk will be lost.
In his life, since that rainy night, he has been unable to hold anything.
He is never at peace.
Even for the sake of clarity of mind, he had to sacrifice even the most basic emotion of being a human being - he kept telling He Yu to "be calm". But it was not demanding, nor was it an order.
It was the bloody Canglong telling the little dragon cub how to go the farthest on this road full of thorns.
It was the spell that guarded the mountains and rivers he himself had traveled so far.
He wished he could understand.
That's all... what he had, what he had left.
He gave Xie Xue his company, Chen Wan his courage, Aunt Li filial piety, and Qin Lao his gratitude.
He gave protection to the doctor.
Give knowledge to students.
There is also a sick body, which can contain the remaining sins, puzzles, secrets, pain, abuse - he placed them in this body.
He kept the sick body to himself.
And the experience of this sick body, the hardships he suffered in his life, are useless to anyone, only He Yu is not.
Therefore, he left the experience to He Yu.
It was the last thing left on his body after he removed his flesh and bones, and it was the only thing that could be given to others.
Although He Yu didn't appreciate it very much, he always didn't want it. He always felt that what he said was wrong, that he didn't understand, and couldn't empathize. But he really can't say more, more naked/naked.
He never intended to recognize him, only at this moment, death befalls both of them. The blue dragon will die together with the young dragon. At this moment, he finally transformed into a huge feathered wing, stretched out the spiny-tailed dragon head, shook off the dust all over his body, and emerged from the body of a mortal. of lamentation.
He turned his head and looked at the little dragon cub who was staring blankly at him.
Finger touch.
He said-
This is the whole truth.
He Yu looked at him...
He Yu was undoubtedly resentful. is deeply resentful. No one was easily relieved of being deceived for so long.
But in that resentment, there seems to be a kind of emotion that has never been seen before.
That was the emotion Xiaolong had when he looked at Canglong's deep, vertical and horizontally mottled scars. The scars were too deep and heavy, with blood, flesh, bone, and the slow-beating, sick heart in Canglong's chest.
Normal people would have died from such injuries.
If you don't die, you will definitely ask to die.
For Xie Qingcheng, every moment of his life depends on courage and the strength of people's hearts. His life is full of torture, how can there be any enjoyment.
It turned out that the only one of his kind was trying to survive like this.
Flooded to the eye.
Gradually, their breathing became uncoherent, and they could only rely on their backs occasionally to grab the last bit of air.
—
But the dome of the studio is not completely flat. There is a narrow platform with an inclined angle on the narrow platform, which is the place where the big water will finally flood.
It's a pity that the narrow platform is only big enough to accommodate one person. If you climb up, you will have a few more minutes of life.
A few minutes of vitality can wait for a moment and a half after the other person is completely submerged, maybe someone will find out, and someone will take the survivor away...
He Yu was silent - he was silent in front of the truth.
Then, he did something that Xie Qingcheng never thought of.
He Yu was young and hot-blooded, and with such expenditure, he had much more energy left than Xie Qingcheng.
He used the strength that Xie Qingcheng couldn't resist, and suddenly carried the man onto the narrow platform.
Xie Qingcheng couldn't struggle against him. Xie Qingcheng lost too much physical strength, and he was held down by He Yu from the water just as soon as he moved.
The boy raised his head and looked at Xie Qingcheng with a pair of red almond eyes.
He Yu didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say.
His own heart was already in a mess, and he didn't know whether it was hatred, hurt, pity, regret, hopelessness, or loss.
He just looked up at Xie Qingcheng like this, restraining him tightly, not letting Xie Qingcheng come down, and not letting Xie Qingcheng exchange places with him.
At the moment when the ice water completely submerged the top of his head, He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng with moist eyes, his lips opened and closed.
The voice was weak, like a drowned corpse in a shipwreck, a treasure... quietly sinking into the water.
But Xie Qingcheng was sure that he still heard it.
He heard the boy talking.
Just like the young man who risked danger to return to the fire and rescued those patients who might be a little bit similar to him.
He said, "If you can live. Xie Qingcheng."
"Then you must not remember me like you remember Qin Ciyan."
"Because I hate you, you lied to me, you abandoned me... I hate you, I don't want to be remembered by you... I have to go first, you will be the loneliest person in the future. You have no other kind... Xie Qingcheng, you Put on a mask and go back to normal society."
"Forget these things."
"You're not that old, and if you could live, you could start all over again and get something... something you've never had."
The jellyfish sank into the ocean, without a spinal cord, without a heart, without eyes, as pure as a cloud falling from the sky.
Outsiders look at them like monsters. Ninety-five percent of them are water life, how can they have feelings
But maybe it has.
In its short life, it once loved the world very much.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this deep love that transcends the flesh and blood that they can spend the long 650 million years on this earth...
He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng with wet eyes, and then, little by little, he was submerged by the flood.
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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: おみつ 2; 50579820, やまだ, phoofy, 41850226, butter scrambled eggs, アヤ, もつ, Zai Miaomiao, Xi Xiaoxi, Shuxia Moli, 55611803, Rabbit Yusan, Feixue 1 left rhyme, Ah Jing, ah;
Thank you for the little angels who threw mines: Yinuo 4; Ma Wen, Jiang Fengwanyin~, Ouyang Fuxue, 54700175, y1s1, Wanning Baby 2; Li Li, Zhu An, 55354494, Chu Wanning at the top of death and life , Wushan grievances, 48719370, りょうこ, すいせい, sunny, rustling, nutel, Weiyi's late night, starry, reader, magpie, そると, for the night Xieyu, nanashiro, saku, p sauce loves to read books, a Xiao , Xianlin Yehe, Miss temper, りり☆, Energetic girl Erpizhu, 40689553, 灬 Yichen, next door tomato, unfortunate flower, 41850226, Luohua Heming, 52750185, あみ, れんれんねね, trick, Night Ning scold me again~, old 3, there is a lot of meat in the flesh hhh, -artificial moon-, Ah Jing, linger, Yuanyuan will always be number one in the world, I will give you a prosperous life, worry, nine days, shell_liang, ほのか, I'd better change my name~, 47899837, Wanning lovely love, three thoughts, 47039440, Chi Xia, only this name is worthy of me, seven nights away, okie sound, 妉mian, the god of Anacus, Moon and tides, かな, blue leaves and blue nights, すんり(sunri), aiba phase leaves, charibasa, あっくん, かげる, cooked soybean milk, Aoi Xiaoxiao, kyuu, rice fruit crystal, kikyowith, seventy-four, a small left Zuo, only I squatting alone, Aunt He of Qingcheng, 19938652, I am a big baby of Chu Wanning;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 79 bottles of Haitang Weiyu; 40 bottles of meat buns and other trucks; 49861780, 30 bottles of meat buns wife, Xi Xiaoxi; opiu, Haloxylon, give you five Mao money, soft his daddy , No. 9 Tusky 20 bottles; Fat Ding who eats pudding, can't do it, can't do it 15 bottles; 53135937, happy oranges, wireless, Begonia Swallowtail, small ginkgo, Siji, Kuanmian, nida511, big! Red duck !, 40594860, river bone, good dust auspicious time, give you a prosperous life, the meat bun is brave and the wife follows closely, longwu, x, 10 bottles of Changbai Mountain Sacred Tree; ;I still didn't go to bed early today 7 bottles; Good night, homework & school 6 bottles; I only love the top of the dead and the cabbage, aruai, sapaguita, Yi, Yehe! ! ! , 5 bottles of the old Tongxing that stopped; 3 bottles of snow cakes, jy pomegranates, and sunflowers; Erha and I grabbed my wife, sasa, how gentle the wind is, , 2 bottles of 枡; Lonely twilight, Canxia, my favorite, Wanning, A child packs a sack, Frostfall, hpiliph, Beiming Youyu, Monroe Lulu, Gushui, Baobao adults, aolishx, oonchild, Gunara Darkness, Yin Qingyi, Jizai Ningning, Wanning feeding fish, pigs Pig girl, listen, the toilet guard, shell_liang, waste player No. 1127, yh, Su Fangxia, Moli under the tree, apple16429, woodpecker bird, Erha in the cat's nest, He Dan, ayaxwz, South or North , Picking up a bottle to buy a book, a big face with eye feces, falling flowers and cranes, only this name is worthy of my bottle;
Thank you Baobei, I will continue to do things~