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There is a smell of meat around the Temple of Heaven on the sixty-first day.
"Aunt?"
Mochow looked up at the sound. It's time for the sunset to be sad. It was dark in the small kitchen, and the open fire in the kitchen rang happily. In the reddish light and shadow, a figure leaned lazily against the door.
Looking from this side, we can see that the Spring Festival in the garden is blooming brilliantly, and clusters of spikes and white and yellow flowers make the teenagers seem to come out of the flowers. Mochow's heart trembled, and her eyes followed the boy's black hair, caressing the golden-edged side face, and finally fell on the hastily covered skirt-half-opened and half-closed skin shone with charm.
"Aunt? What are you doing? "
Seeing that there was no response, Xingyun came in and took the chopsticks in Mochow's hand. It seemed that she had not adapted to the dim light in the room. He looked down very closely and looked at Mochow in some confusion.
"Hume? ! ! "Mochow, whose thoughts were interrupted, subconsciously raised her head slightly to meet the warm breath of the clouds. Once upon a time, this polite little man had grown too big, and he needed to look up. Is even breathing with the breath of a pure man? !
That smile flows like the spring breeze in March, and that smile shows that ...
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