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By Ye Fei Ye
Joe Ann cried for a long time, only stopped crying. She raised her hand and wiped away the tears on her face. She glanced at the door of Qiao’s house, but did not go in, but took a step directly and rushed to the community. Going to the door.
Joan did not know what happened to him. When Joan walked through the door, her whole person panicked and went to hide. Because she was a little anxious, she accidentally got to the side and left only the branches. Rose vine, sharp branches, scratched her wrist, she took a breath, she subconsciously grabbed the wound, and then waited until Joan’s figure passed by the door, she took the step again Going out, standing at the door, looking at Joan's good back, the look is a bit complicated.
"Summer and summer?" As Cheng Hao’s voice sounded, Joan’s shoulder was caught, and she slammed back.
"What are you looking at?" Cheng Yanwen asked Wen Wenrun, looking down at her sight, seeing the street under the fascination of the streetlight, the empty street, the eyebrows screamed: "Jojo?"
"Go away." Joan Xia smiled at Cheng Hao, his face pale.
"What's wrong? Uncomfortable?" Cheng Hao worried about Jo An Xia's shoulders, and then saw her slamming wrists, and the brow wrinkled more away: "Injured? How to get it?"
"Nothing, it was accidentally scratched." Joan Summer was a little tired. After saying this, he got into Cheng Hao’s arms and leaned his head on his shoulder.
"How can I be so careless?" Cheng Hao took advantage of the landlord, and the words of grievance were a little bit distressed.
Joan did not speak, just slammed his head on his shoulder, and tears rolled off his eyes.
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Joan came out of the community and chose a direction indiscriminately, walking aimlessly.
On the streets of New Year's Eve, there are almost no cars and no cars.
The busy shops on both sides of the street are closed at this time, and occasionally there are sounds of guns that are far or near.
Joan had been away for a long time before he stopped. At this time, the night was deep, and on New Year's Eve, there was almost no taxi. Joan went to the bench of the bus stop and sat down.
After waiting for about ten minutes, I didn't wait for the bus, but I waited for an old lady who crossed the road.
The old lady seems to be very old, her hair is white, but the road is very stable.
When the old lady was about to go to Joan’s side, she suddenly came over from a corner and got a motorcycle. The speed was very fast. She didn’t hit the old lady, but it was almost the same as the old lady’s speeding past.
The old man was frightened and did not stand still for a while and fell to the ground.
The motorcycle did not stop at all, but accelerated the speed. With a blink of an eye, it disappeared without a shadow.
The old lady sat on the ground for a long time, and did not stand up. Joan had seen many reports, that is, the good-hearted people saw the old man fall down and helped, but they were beaten up. She also worried that she was in a hurry.But when I think of New Year's Eve, an old man, like himself, is alone in the street, without the companionship of his family. It is really pitiful.
Joan hesitated for a moment, and finally stood up and walked over. She hadn’t come and asked if the old lady had anything. The old lady was suddenly seeing her for a second. Shouted: "Year?"
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