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Chapter 18 Hot Blush

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    I can't refuse, so I have to go together with two people.  He said he just took my car casually, but in fact, we walked for most of the journey.  I was pushing the cart and she was on the other side of the cart.  Her home is not far from the school, so even if she walks like this every day, it's not a big deal.  We walked together like this, and we persisted for more than two months!

    It's November.  One day, a cold wind suddenly blew, and poplar leaves, locust tree leaves, elm leaves, and other unknown leaves fell from the branches, like a defeated team routed.

    The fallen leaves are still green, but the whole body is covered with small red spots, and the whole body is still moist.  The leaf veins are still green, as if they are extremely brittle, and the "click" is really easy to break.

    She pinched the leaf stem and shook it back and forth.  The wind blew up, and the leaves that were very close finally let go, hitting many branches and leaves, and finally fell down.

    Another gust of wind, they will swirl one after another, very like scattered snowflakes, and like countless butterflies: floating down, flying down.  Dancing and spinning.  Throughout the forest, there are always some leaves falling in unison, like a row of teams, and there are always unevenness between different teams.

    It's a bit of a taste of succession.  So, wave after wave, they rushed down with each other, like a flock of wild geese, like a flock of flying pigeons, like a flock of children just after school.  With happiness, exude freedom.

    The fallen leaves were wetted by frost, dried by the sun, and gradually turned yellow.  The yellow leaves piled up all over the ground, gorgeous and gorgeous, covering the land like gold.  The wind continued to blow for several days, and when it was bitingly cold, the tree was bare, only the bare poles remained. When the wind urged, the branches swayed, shaking in the wind like steel wires, and flashing shadows.  The leaves on the ground are all dried up, like dried pancakes, once stepped on, they are crispy and crispy.

    Xiaoyun has already put on a high-necked sweater, red.  There is a windbreaker on the outside, white.  Black leggings, yellow cotton boots with fluffy fur on the top of the boots.  At that time, this was a very fashionable dress. Every time a bicycle passed by, the people on the bicycle would always look back at this place a few times.

    With her hands in her pockets, she has freshly permed curly hair, lively eyes, and bulging cheeks, as if she had applied rouge, extremely rosy.  The skin was smooth and white, and the whiteness made the hair so black and the woolen sweater so red.

    "Are you still planning to take the senior high school entrance examination?"

    "Examination, I have to try anyway." I was very confused, study?  snort!  Stuff that makes me sick.

    "Oh, my cousin is going to technical school."

    "It must have been driven away by the teacher."

    "He said he chose it himself."

    Choose yourself, choose a fart!  Every time the senior high school entrance examination is approaching, students whose academic performance is below the middle level will always be driven away. The main reason is that they are afraid of delaying the study of students with good grades, and the admission rate is the lifeblood of the school.  The practice of the school is notorious, and almost everyone on the earth knows it.

    "If your academic performance is not good in your grade, will your teacher drive you to a technical school or health school?"

    "Yes." I laughed unconsciously, thinking you know it too.

    "Oh, what a tragedy." She took a deep breath, her well-developed breasts shrugged, and finally let it out after panting enough, her firm and fat buttocks also trembled a few times.  "I'm afraid, when the time comes, I won't be able to escape." The voice was delicate.  She pretended to cry, and covered it with her hands, her body twisted, and her feet kept kicking the ground.  She looked like a four or five-year-old girl crying and acting coquettishly.

    I couldn't help laughing out loud, she moved her hand away, opened her eyes to look at me, also pursed her lips and blushed, as if apologizing for the gaffe just now.

    Under the setting sun, the two walked forward at almost the same pace, and looked at each other again. My face was hot, and her face was also flushed.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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