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Chapter 60 Stop Loss

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    Having dinner with a friend, we talked about painting and writing¡ª¡ª

    Well, why don't you draw anymore?  There was an art exhibition before, right?

    The eyes are not good, and drawing is too hurtful to the eyes.

    Does the code word hurt the eyes?

    Uh, it hurts too.

    So it's not an eye problem.

    ? Seems to be yes let's just say something.

    I think you should stop the loss.

    Stop what loss?  I don't trade in stocks.

    No, no, I think you may be more suitable for painting. You are very talented in sketching, and watercolors are okay

    Understood.

    I know that you are transparent at one point, not a glass heart, haha The food in this restaurant tastes good, but you don't have to be so polite

    Yo, I forgot to bring my wallet today, oh why is my phone out of battery

    ¡¾Dividing line¡¿

    ? I thought it would be a very painful process, but it's actually not that bad.

    In the afternoon, I have been eating soil in the yard, oh no, digging soil.

    I replaced the three pots of hydrangea with new ceramic pots. The newly bought soil is soft and fragrant, and it feels solid and safe to hold in my hand.

    Trimmed the dead branches and old leaves of the six rose plants, and those few rose plants that were a little wilted stubbornly sprouted flower buds.

    The hexagonal plums, whose flowers had all fallen long ago, regained their color, and some of them stretched out from the fence. It could be regarded as rebirth, and the color was brighter.

    The oriole has long been left with only green bushes, and the previous dense and fragrant bouquet should not come back.

    Xiyan is so well-behaved that it hurts my heart, no matter what she does, she blooms and withers in an orderly manner every day.  The flowers are too light, they fall and are blown away by the wind very quickly.  Occasionally, deep purple marks are left on the ground, only to remember that it once bloomed seriously.

    After tidying up, watering, mud in one hand.  Didn't want to wash either, sat on the steps and waited for dark.

    ? Seeing the curtain call in the daytime, the breeze greeted us kindly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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