Harp, white bones
I carefully remove the lock bones on the left shoulders to my husband. There is a crisp separation between the bones and bones. She immediately felt that there was a strong wind to enter the body, and the pole stunned her entire body as the whirlpool. She swayed on the cold wall. The husband's eyes stared at the bright bones. He actively grabbed the bone from his wife. Of course, he did not forget to thank. He put him fascinated on the forehead of small white bones. The forehead is rushing sharply, but the face of the small white bones is still the colors of peony. The husband kisses her face desperately, constantly, ah, dear, how should I be grateful? How much I love you. Two small white bones began to cover three quilts were slept. One of the bones was pumped, and her body is all holes. How to get the autumn wind has so much this, it is almost flying like her whole body like a kite. The husband is a master, he is now processing a harp. He has also done the flute before you. Harp has a total of thirty-seven small white bones, which is much more than before those musical instruments. Its external frame is hard to clavicle and arm bones, and it is also very flexible as the ribs. The harp is the most satisfactory work so far. He has used it than he is expected to be three times longer. Many nights, small white bones are lying in bed, watching the husband's back. The husband lifted the swaying knife, her husband pinned her bones, and his unremitting efforts have made those bones to be polished with ivory. Husband is slid through the harp with a long little finger, and the music is rising from the air, just like a crystal without weight, it is lighter under the three blazing oil lamps. The crystal is slowly rising, and the birds outside the window are full. The husband opened the window very much, and all the birds came in. At this time, just a crystal movement arrived at the ceiling, and they broke. The birds immediately rushed up, and each mouth was put on a broken crystal, and then quickly scattered. The room was restored to calm. The husband is full of red, and he is also immersed in the sound of the moving Pearl. After a long time, he rushed to bed, picked up the weak little white bones, full of love, touched her not many bones left, said with a trembling voice, baby, you are the best, you are always the most good. Small white bones really like this moment. She likes her husband, like the fruit of the fruit, like her husband, the bird and his clothes collided with his clothes, like her husband, like a child, rushing to her bed, like him like a waterfall It's full of passionate strokes, of course, she also likes the sound of crystal and birds. Many nights, small white bones felt that the body was like an old clock table, slowly continued slowly than the time, slowly continued, allowing the wind in the whole cloister to wear in the body. She felt that he fill the wind in a plucking white dress shirt, like a sail. She was very sad when she was so sad when the three small white bones were released. Because she lost two clavicles. How much little white bone is like her clavicle. They were detached outside the white skirt, the natural gloss of the bones came out from the skin of the lotus, and the music was fixed at her, and she followed her. The story of the summer. The small white bone is desplifies this clavicle while crying. Because this clavicle was removed, her neck could not hang the silver necklace. At the moment of the bones left the body, Xiao Bai Jing heard it, and the item fell into her body and rushed into her heart. They are swayed, swaying, and the entire body of small white bones is full of metal echoes. Worse, the pendant is a sharp rhombus, which scores her heart are scar, bloody. But the necklace is the husband. The husband is extremely joined to give her, the pendant and her clavicle are gently impact, and Ding Ding's voice. The husband is intoxicated, that fall. The husband saw Xiao Xiaobang crying, quickly said, dear, don't be sad, how about you lose all the bones, I will always love you. Baby, you are always the best.
You raise your head to see our achievements. After the husband is behind, there are many fearful instruments. Xiaobai sperm feels that they have a whole room like a big furniture. They are from her body, they look like this. When the four harps are still in three bones, small white bones have suffered from depression. She is calculated, and when the harp is completely made, she is just finished. She is very satisfied with this answer, she is not in her bones. Although she can't hold her neck now. Most of the day she is lying on this wide big bed. She used her husband to give her a wood instrument activity, look like a clumsy lane puppet. However, what is the relationship? The small white bone can wait for the arrival of the night from the whole day. Waiting for midnight after the husband's red face, waiting for footsteps and stroke, waiting for the child. She is very satisfied. But now Xiaobang couldn't worry about her situation. She was a skinny woman, now she lost almost all bones, the body is getting lighter, more and more, she really wants to float like a kite. Moreover, winter is coming soon, the north wind is extremely fierce. She is not worried about herself, she is rushing. When her husband hugged her, she worried that the hug was not tight, she was rushed from her husband's arms. When she made love with her husband, she worried that she would take the wind from her husband's ups and downs. Every night, my husband opened the window, she had to wrap the quilt tight, otherwise the wind will take her from the bed. Yes, Xiao Bai Bone is now covered with four quilt, only a heavy thing, she is safe. One night, she dreamed of her and her husband for love, her husband Khan Jinjin is heavy and firmly pressed on her body. How secure and happy. When she woke up, her blush, she told himself that this is impossible, so what should she do now? "I still die." Xiao Bai Bijing is discussed with himself. At this time, there was a big wind, and the body swinging, and the item fell sharply cut the wound just a good. Xiaobang intensity, she is still not seen by the wind, may not see her husband. "I can't even give him even again." What is bad situation. When I took a countdown of the third bone from her husband, Xiao Bai's bones began planning their death. At this time, she was hard to cry. She is so soft now, even if there is enough strength to kill themselves, or climb the high place to jump down. The diamonds of the rhombus are obviously a tight weapon, and her heart is full, it has been drilled. "But the tool should be good", she wants. Walking around, she thought of her husband's engraving, but her husband had went out of his tricks, and the knife never left. So what happens. The eyes of small white bones fall on the husband's instrument. harp. There is a special spitral in the middle of the harp. Maybe it is to look good, the husband has to put this most in the middle of each other. The top of this root has a soft set, because it is too sharp, the husband has been divided by it. But the husband is obviously not a remember, because this is the most obvious clear, her husband likes to slowly stroke it with her hand, and her face has a more satisfied expression. "I just borrow it." The bones of the small white bones have been given to her husband are husband, so she said to borrow it. She thought she was dead, her husband can also take out the bones from her body, continue to insert into the harp, but the harp is still intight. The husband took the last bone. Winter is coming. When the husband went out the next morning, Xiao Bai Bang Jing walked his eyes looked at him. She thought: I just borrowed it, he won't be angry. The sixnnar bones are really beautiful. The small white bones are placed in hand for a long time, insert it into the body. The blood came out, and the white drumd sail was in the red ocean. The soft body is nailed to the wide large bed. All sunshine shot from windows is sucking on this streamed bones. There is a large piece of bird covers the entire window, and the gods look at this singular thorn.
