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He almost ran into the post office MBT Tabia Grey, quickly running out of their own to do things, not to hesitate, not regret.
Out of the post office door, he's a lot easier, even pleasant hum home tune. He rise see sky, Sun has rises to has, that is eight or nine o'clock of Sun, as boom, as vitality, as warm hearts, as collection letter people up, he believe this is God to he of test, he believe as long as crossed this road hinder, he of life must will again covered with Sun, he seemed saw Nie Yuyao to own go to, again listening was he of love he of ideal, this all, too beauty too beauty has, he cannot restraint live own of imagine.
Together sudden of sharp harsh of sound resounded to the skies, interrupted has he all of fantasy, that eight or nine o'clock vibrant of Sun still hanging in heaven, he but like dreaming General of plug Shang has Angel of wings, he began in sky fly, exhausted effort, to find to lover of direction, he of body increasingly light, but eyelids but increasingly heavy, he tired has, he wanted to, last night that a night of toss finally up has role, he finally can good sleep one has, no troubles, no sad, on so comfortably of sleep one, like a children as.
At the moment of close your eyes, he murmured a sound MBT Tabia Tan, the "language of Yao, what are you doing now? ”
As if the world is really like in the novel written by electromagnetic induction, so at this moment, Nie Yuyao should be the severe beating of an eyelid, but unfortunately, life is life, never as bizarre twists and turns as the novels, terrifying.
Nie Yuyao at this moment in the kitchen, busy Zhou Nianhai breakfast, last night, she was supposed to mean enough to leave, Zhou Nianhai collapsed to let her have no way to think of anything else, she can only stay, she had no choice.
She is very hard for frying with a poached egg when she hears the phone ringing. She was on the Bell in the familiar, that's sharpin. She is initially startled, thinking that sharpin came, however, saving all sentient beings in the past, only to find themselves worry, that mobile phones are lying still in barrels of waste paper, speaks to her face, left their master, how mean enough  MBT Tabia Military, what a cold, she couldn't resist Zhou Nianhai sorry.
Display a strange number on the phone, she hesitated, still.
"Hey, Miss sharpin do? "Phone head, a man's voice came.