My Legendary Years

"What is it? I don't know what you want to say. Can you just say what you want to say? I'm grinding with me here..." the more the young people in front listen, the more they feel wrong. I don't know why they suddenly don't want to go.

"Can you roll the calf quickly? I really don't want to talk now. I'm convinced. Can you roll the calf? I'm fucking begging you, can't I?" the young man behind shouted at the top of his voice.

"I'll go. I'll go now. I wanted to go just now, but I don't want to go now, because you're always driving me out here. Tell me from your heart. What's wrong with you? What do you want to do now? Why do you always drive me out... What does it matter to you if I can't go now?" the young man in front continued with ink.

"I don't want to talk now. You hurry to roll the calf..." the young man behind waved his hand.

"...." the young man in front was stunned with his teeth clenched, then asked with a big mouth: "can you tell me something from your heart now? If I leave now, are you going to expose me immediately? Then let the police find me? Do you think so now?"

"Are you fucking sick? I have nothing to do with you. What are you doing? Can you tell me what you think?" the young man behind has been so angry that he doesn't know what to say. He is completely ignorant. Now he finds that he doesn't talk to this person on the same channel, just like a fucking fool, Said a lot.

"I'm not thinking about it. I just saw you always kicking me out here. I just want to ask you very seriously. Are you going to report me now? There's nothing wrong with you then. Tell me your heart. Do you think so?

”The young man in front looked at the young man behind very carefully and asked.

"Oh, fuck you, I'm really convinced you now. I really don't know what you think. I'm free to report you. What are you doing? Tell me now, if I don't have anything, what can I report you? What can I get or what?" the young man behind me shouted with a big mouth.

"I don't know why you want to report me now, but it's certainly not that simple. Otherwise, why do you keep asking me to go? How do you explain it? Just say how do you want to explain it?" the young man in front asked.

"I don't have a fucking explanation. You can go if you want to go now. Don't grind and chirp here. Do you hear me?" the young man behind stared and shouted, and then said to me, I don't have any communication with you now. Can you understand what I mean? " The young man in the back looked askance at the young man in front and asked.

"I don't understand. I just don't understand why there is no fucking need to communicate between us. I just want to ask why there is no need to communicate. Now the problem is how there is no need to communicate in front of us. Can you make it clear to me?" the young man in front shouted at a high voice.

"Oh, my grass, I'm really fucking satisfied now. I find it hard for me to talk to you. Do you have a fucking brain? I want to ask you now. Do you have a brain?"

"No, it has nothing to do with whether I have a long brain now. If I don't have a long brain now, I should go now. What the fuck am I still doing with your ink?" the young man in front shouted in silence.

"OK, OK, you can do whatever you like. It has nothing to do with me. What should you do now? I won't fucking talk..."

The young man in front was stunned when he heard this, and then ran under the car with steps.

But just got out of the car and came back fucking again.

"Why are you back?" the young man behind shouted with a broken expression.

"That what, I suddenly think of a question now..."

"What's the problem?" the young man behind asked some speechless.

"I just want to ask you now, what's your plan on my side?"

"Fuck you, I don't want to talk to you now, grass!" the young man behind scolded silently, and then directly put his head over you.

After cleaning up for a long time, the young man in front finally felt that he had almost wiped the fingerprints in the car. He turned his head and looked at the young man behind him and said, "what, I'm ready to go now. When the police come, don't say I'm with you, you know?"

"I see, don't fucking ink, get out of here!" the young man in the back scolded silently, then stretched out his hand to light a cigarette and squinted at the outside of the window.

"That what. You say I don't need to clean up my hair now, otherwise I say this hair seems to find me?" the young man in front seems to ask very carefully.

"Why don't you get the fuck out of here? I found that you can't ink so well. Who's doing nothing to find you? What are you talking about here?" the young man behind scolded speechlessly and then said, "don't talk nonsense. What should I do? I don't like to see you again now. Do you understand what I mean?"

"No, I think it's better to be careful."

"Are you fucking out of your mind?" the young man behind shouted angrily.

"No, you're so busy. What do you say you're always eager to do with me? What the fuck are you doing with me day by day? Why are we not getting along when my brother is dead?" the young man in front tilted his eyes and shouted at the young man in the back.

"I don't want to get along with you now. Get out of here. I don't want to talk to you now, okay? Get out of here, okay?"

"I see, I see. Don't fuck with me here. Now I feel like you're like a fool. What a big thing, what are you doing with this calf?" the young man in front scolded silently, but he still didn't get off the bus.

"No, you don't get off the fucking bus. What are you doing here?" the young man behind asked speechlessly.

"Well, I just heard what you meant. Are you not going to get along with me?" the young man in front tilted his eyes and asked cautiously.

"No, am I fucking with you? What's the matter with you? Do these things have anything to do with you?" the young man behind asked speechless.

"It doesn't matter. Why doesn't it matter?" the young man in front quickly nodded.

The young man behind took a silent look at the young man in front, then said with a big mouth: "then tell me, what's the matter with you, what the fuck do you want to do now, can you make it clear to me?"

"No, I was a little timid after I heard you just now..."

"Oh, I fuck you. You're free. What are you afraid of? What the hell do you want to do? Just tell me if it's ok? Can you stop talking to me here? I fucking find that you're so inky!" the young man behind shouted with big eyes and a white face.

"I'm just afraid. If you say what you say, think for yourself whether it's a little scary?" the young man turned his head and looked at the young man behind him and asked.

"Why are you scared? I'm here to tell you a ghost story? What are you afraid of? Come on, you fucking stand up for me and let me see what's the matter with you, what do you want to do, what do you want to do?"

"No, I'm not. I just want to ask you if you don't treat me as a friend now?" the young man in front asked with his small eyes askew.

"Why the hell don't I take you as a friend? I just don't understand now. How can I fucking say that you can believe me? What do you want, or I'll kneel down for you now, and you'll be satisfied, won't you?" the young man behind stared at the beads and shouted.

"Grass, now it's not a question of my satisfaction, you know? I just want to ask if you will betray me. Just tell me what you think and it's over, okay?"

The young man behind him was silent for a moment, then clenched his teeth and said: "I've told you several times. I don't know anything. You just can't understand. Now this person is not you. What can I say about you? Tell me what I can say to the police. The police can take care of me or on the ground. If you want to go now, you'll go right away. Don't grind and haw here. If you don't want to go , you just fucking take it here. Do you hear me? I really don't want to talk to you now. Can you understand what I mean? "

"If I go now, you can't betray me, can you?" the young man in front asked with his eyes tilted very seriously.

"Don't worry, I'm not a fucking friend now. If I go in, I won't say anything. Even if I say, this person has nothing to do with you. No, we can testify to each other. Do you understand what I mean?"

"OK, I see!" the young man behind nodded and ran under the car.

The young man in the back narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man getting off the bus. In fact, there was no other idea in his heart. Now he just wanted to wait for me to go upstairs and take down the camera after leaving with the girl. As long as he got the camera, Ya had no worries at home.

"Bang!"

Just then the door suddenly rang.

The young man behind was stunned. He saw the young man in front running up in a panic, then pointed to the outside of the car and shouted, "it's over, there's an accident!"