In my impression, whenever a person is fat, the flesh on his body should be soft. When I entered this factory to work in August 2016, I was only 92 kilograms, but after four years, my weight soared to more than 100 kilograms. Although he repeatedly complained that the food in the canteen of the factory was unpalatable, he still gained more than ten catties in this environment.
There was an extra circle of flesh on the stomach for no reason, soft like a pile of fluffy cotton.
? Body changes from 18 to 30 years old. Witness the changes of the years.
However, is there such a person by your side. He is fat and has a big belly. I've always wondered if such a big belly would be as soft as a soft quilt if it wasn't a woman who was pregnant and grew on a man.
Of course, I will not ask him when I am full and have nothing to do.
"Is your belly soft? Let me touch it."
The man must have rolled his eyes at me.
"Are you crazy?"
I think the reason why people get fat is because they have extra fat. Fat is always soft. His stomach must be very soft. Is this really true.
By accident and coincidence, I collided with his stomach.
It was an instinctive reaction, and I immediately apologized.
But at the moment of collision, what I felt was not soft, but as thick as a wall.
After a long time, I felt pain in my back. Forces are reciprocal. He never asked if his stomach hurts.
We always like to jump to inferences for things we take for granted. When you are hungry, you will think of eating to fill your stomach. This is an instinctive human reaction.
I think of everyone well. Although I know that not everyone can let me treat it sincerely.
It is not clear why a scholar meets a soldier.
I have read a lot of books, but many people around me have only graduated from junior high school. Can I discuss politics, geography, history with them. Probably not being called a lunatic, but also a fool.
When I created [Blue Forest], a lot of materials came from what happened around me.
The emotional line is the bright line. The frame of the story is the circle in which I live.
I write very fast. Because this is my life.
What is written on paper may be another matter, but it has only been dealt with by me, coupled with imaginary rhetoric, in the final analysis, it is still a small matter that happened around me.
The journey of life is so far away. Meet different people, different stories happen.
I stood on tiptoe and tried to look up to tomorrow. It will come tomorrow, just later than expected.
I know she lied. In front of so many people, I didn't expose it. Only at that moment, I knew who she was.
Can the relationship between people only be maintained by interests? Why can't we treat each other with sincerity and sincerity, but insist on intrigue, life and death, is the end?
I suddenly have a lot of dissatisfaction with this world. Suddenly found that it is best to live in a dream.
The best of me. dreaming. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com