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Chapter 28 Mosquito coils and fireworks

Women in their twenties are most afraid of being ordinary. A reader said: "Blandness is like a mosquito-repellent incense, which can be lit all night dully; when it is turned off, there is still lingering air." That's really good.Mosquito coils, like fireworks, have smoke and fire; they are not as explosive as fireworks, but they can repel insects and kill mosquitoes, which is very practical. Looking at the fireworks, it is bright, but it is short-lived; it is also because of the short-lived that it is bright. Just think about it, fireworks last for one day, one month, one year...Day and night, there is no blue sky above the head, and explosives under the feet; when people are in love fireworks, deaf, blind and head explode, that "brightness" is really the greatest torture.

It's a pity that women all pursue splendor, and there is no market for mosquito-repellent men. When a woman marries a mosquito-repellent-repellent man, she longs for the bombing of fireworks more and more. "You weren't such a mosquito-repellent before." The woman complained, but in fact, she had already made up her mind: if she meets a firework-shaped man, even if he is an ugly man who is battered and battered, as long as there is fire in his eyes and smoke under his belly, she will Lie down and scream, "I want to watch the fireworks!" A fireworks-type man, he slips away after blowing up. He doesn't care about mundane things like repelling mosquitoes. "If I leave at this time, I will leave you with good memories; I have nothing to give you, I just want to leave you with good memories." The firework-shaped man said.The woman was very moved, and he was doing it for her own good.

When a woman is old, life is sad, and she feels that there are many mosquitoes, and insects bite her feet in the middle of the night. She began to learn to "appreciate" the practical value of mosquito-repellent-type men, and gradually understood that this kind of man burned himself and burned his long green into long rolls of ashes, for the future without mosquitoes, for the "home" thing. "You also have a benefit." She praised him, although she still thought of a marigold blooming in the sky on a certain year, month and night. I am a mosquito-repellent incense type?Firework type?I am a mosquito coil, but it will explode.

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