Bedroom door crying yesterday, today, the door crying sleep. May I ask who are crying, no more than friends or old pro. Wei Qing to both the long, quiet quality of husband also occupied by the enemy. Qu index in the world, to close tears to think to themselves. He are less than me, first for Izumishita people. Today I head half-white, nothing body go far. Good mad yuan doctor, met twenty-spring. Xi Jianjun children, this Wenjun grandchildren. Survivors to make the boss, the dead has become dust. Shengping house sooner or later, open brow a Jianjun.