"Talk about Saijiji" in white: oral skills

there's a young woman in the village, about 24 years old.

she came here with a medical bag.

some people went to see her, and she couldn't prescribe her own medicine until evening to ask the gods.

at night, she cleaned up a small house and locked herself in it.

everyone around the door window, with their ears on their backs, listening only in whispers, and no one coughing.

outside the house, a piece of the black hole, nothing.

around the middle of the night, the sound of the door drapes was suddenly heard.

the woman in the house said, "did she come?" a woman said, "yes." and again, "lamey is with her?" it's like a girl's voice says, "come." there's three people talking and talking.

after a while, she heard the drapes, and the woman said, "the six is here?" and then i heard a couple of girls saying, "did chun-mei bring him?" a woman said, "this naughty little guy, he's not sleeping, he's coming.

he weighs 100 pounds.

he's so tired on his back." there was also a warm reception for the women, an interview with the sister-in-law, a consolation with the sister-in-law, and a hush by the child.

listening to the woman laughs, and she says, "it's good to play, but i got a cat all the way out." and then the sound of the speech faded.

the curtains were ringing again, and the house was full of noises, and they said, "how is it so late?" i heard a small voice from a girl and said, "it's over a thousand miles on the road, and i've been with her for so long.

she went too slow." people then asked questions about warm voices, the sound of moving seats, the sound of adding seats, the sound of all kinds of noises, the noise of the house, and the quietness of a meal.

then i heard women asking for medicine.

she said that when she was a ginseng, she thought she was a ginseng and she said white.

after a few consultations, i heard auntie kau asked someone to bring a pen to the counter.

shortly after, it heard the brushes of the paper, the dings of the table, the ink of the ink of the lumbers, the ink of the ink.

then we heard the sound of a collide of the pens thrown on the table, and the soothing of the pedal paper.

after a while.

the woman opened the curtains, greeted the patient ' s name and delivered the bag with the prescription.

when she turned to her room, she heard the voices of the three girls, the voices of the three girls, the voices of the mute, the sounds of the kittens, and the noises of the kittens, which started at once.

the voices of her sister-in-law were clear, her voice was clear, her voice was soft, her voice was sweet, and the voices of her three girls each had their own characteristics, and they could be quite distinct from each other.

i'm surprised that god is here.

go home and try the medicine.

it's not a miracle.

it's a popular way of speaking.

it's just a way of selling medicine.

but she's got a good mouth.

previously, a friend of mine had once said, "when he passed through the market from time to time, he heard the sound of string music, and it was as if the man who was watching was a wall.

he looked at it first.

yesA teenager, singing with a beautiful voice.

He does not have an instrument in his hand.

He uses only one finger on his cheek, and he sings while he presses, which sounds loud and no difference to the string.

He's also a descendant of an oralist。