情的……

  <></span>鲜果子<></span>嘿呦……鲜果子嘿呦<></span><></span>

  <></span>饮子……嘛儿消热滴呦<></span>消热饮子呦……<></span>

  <></span>一般子<></span>甜嘤嘤<></span>二般子<></span>焦酸滴滴<></span>五娘子膏子糖……嘿呦<></span><></span>

  <></span>钵子面<></span>吃来<></span>嘿<></span>吃来<></span><></span>

  <></span>锯木头……锯呦……<></span>

  顾昭用一种只有他能走出来的<></span>历史步伐在快步的走着<></span>眼睛<></span>耳朵<></span>鼻子<></span>满满的溢出来都是福气<></span>巨大的满足感滋润着身上任何一个感官<></span>他完全不管身后<></span>小侄儿看着自己<></span>如看乡下人一般的鄙视眼光<></span>

  他的鼻腔如此酸楚<></span>谁能懂得他心里的感觉呢<></span>光这一观<></span>当世<></span>后世<></span>谁能有他这般大福气<></span>看惯了钢铁石粪森林<></span>看惯了川流不息的车水马龙<></span>谁能还有福气来这里……与这些<></span>会呼吸<></span>会唱卖<></span>会真实的与他交流的古人走在一条街上<></span>

  顾昭止步在一家酒肆门口<></span>看着俊俏的买酒的女娘<></span>她穿着一件短布红花衫杉<></span>腰身用大块锈了花纹的束腰勒出腰型<></span>拖着一件长裙<></span>板腰挤出两块酥胸<></span>一道深壕沟<></span>她没有贵重的首饰<></span>