in the month you disappeared

My cousin started to talk about girls. This is a strange thing. He used to be despised by men for dealing with girls. What he loved most was to squeeze into the crowd of grandpas and uncles to listen to all kinds of old and boring stories. Such as the Cultural Revolution, the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, my aunt may not have noticed this change because she was busy with business, but I inevitably noticed it, because he actually reached out to blackmail love poems.

Because I helped my cousin write love poems, I was obsessed with a so-called poetry. I couldn’t extricate myself from thinking about quatrains, obscurity poems, sonnets, and haiku every day. , or because of fantasizing about their blushing and lovely faces after reading, they wrote with joy.

Because my cousin reconciled with me, we decided to work together again, and together with Yun, there were just three of us.

It was this time that my cousin got to know Yun Yun. He carefully copied the love poems I wrote to Yun Yun in his own ugly and inhuman cursive style. I didn't know about this before.Knowing that Yun Xuan came home with me after school, with a slight blush on her face, she asked me in that kind of euphemistic and cute tone, can you read that poem for her?

I was still a little puzzled, and when she showed me the horrific handwriting of my cousin, I was dumbfounded.He said in a blunt tone, you two are flirting, what do you want me to do?Hearing what I said, Yun Ming drooped his eyelashes, bit his lip, held the letter in his hands and fell silent.Since I knew her, it was the first time I knew that there was such stubbornness under her gentleness, and I felt more worried and tossed and turned.

After returning, he scolded his cousin for a while.He saw that my face was blue and white, and he obeyed me very wisely, and vowed to write the squares in the shape of squares. When my uncle heard this, he was also happy, thinking that my sister had a positive influence, so he gave me a pot of sunflowers, and Teach me how to raise.

I kindly agreed, thinking, I just use this to coax her, she might be annoyed by my rough words, but as for why she is annoyed, I have a worry, is she really interested in my tiger-headed tiger-headedness? My cousin (ah, why is it too urgent to meet each other~) Interesting!This worry engulfed me, and it became more and more serious, to the point where I couldn't live in peace for a moment.

I stared at my cousin like a creditor, and for a while I didn't like him everywhere, so why did I just fall in love with him!The handwriting is so ugly, I can’t write love poems, and the flowers and plants are well-raised... well, it’s barely on the same level as me (this statement is not good...), I haven’t seen his room yet!In my cousin's room, there are smelly socks, smelly shoes, smelly shoes, and sweatshirts, and there is nothing that doesn't smell. Next time I come to play, I must ask her to smell the smell, and then come to me again. Delivery in the room...

Sister, sister, what are you laughing at!My cousin waved in front of me knowingly.Laugh, do you care what I laugh at, go and practice calligraphy, I kicked my cousin with the irritability of being woken up from a dream.He smiled strangely, sister, you are not thinking of spring, you are smiling like that.

I was surprised, Sichun? !For those like me who have written so many love letters on behalf of others but haven’t received any, there will still be spring!How did my cousin see it.

Sure enough, people can't think too much, it's easy to cause trouble if you think too much, and there is a scientific basis for this, oh, it is said to be called "Murphy's Law".I don't know Murphy, but I understand the truth.

When the game was approaching, we decided to "investigate" the enemy's situation.

That day, the sun was shining, the weather was bright and clear, and I was in a particularly happy mood. Maybe it was a sign that everything was going well, and we went to visit one by one.

Most of them are classmates who play with their cousins.

When they saw each other, they thought they were inviting their companions to play, and they were so excited, but when they saw the elder sister who was standing behind him with sly eyes, they immediately fainted, and obediently invited us inside to see the baby plant we raised .

As I watched, I was critical, humming to my cousin from time to time, didn't I?is not it?While looking at his brother, he looked at me at the same time, not wanting to offend, so he changed the subject and said, what kind of flower do you have?How many petals are there?

His extremely clever elder brother, who is said to be able to turn the Rubik's Cube back with his eyes closed, is grinning grinningly with a piece of pink letter paper in his hand.

Relying on his special sensitivity to the scent of the opposite sex (even if it stays on the paper) during his estrus period, the cousin rushed forward, and I followed.

My cousin couldn't help sniggering, and I went home under a dark cloud that kept raining.Those girls who received love poems from their cousins, what nympho stupid things did they do! !He didn't even change the titles of men and women, but directly copied them to others!Don't you know that intellectual property is protected?Can't reproduce without permission?Do reprints have to declare the source??? ! ! !Look up to the sky and howl!

I swear I'll never do this kind of crap like shooting myself in the foot again!However, how can you undo the consequences you caused?In order to coax the little beauty well, I thought about it and made a lot of drafts. I think I used to write dozens of love poems without drafting.

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