Give Us a Warm Little Time

I'm not Yun Duo, I don't have Tang Yibai I'm not Li Weiyang, I don't have Tuoba Jun I'm not Du Xiaoshen, I don't have Luo Yi I'm not Xue Shanshan, I don't have Feng Teng I'm not Li Huizhen, I don't have Bai Haoyu I'm not Chen Xiaoxi, I don't have Jiang Chen I'm not Lin Jingxiao, I don't have Lu Yang I'm not Xiaojiu, I don't have Bei Xiaowu I'm not Jiang Sheng, I don't have Cheng Tianyou I'm not An Chuxia, I don't have Han Qilu I'm not Qu Xiaotan, I don't have Mo Liancheng I'm not a Geng Geng, I don't have Yu Huai I'm not Hua Qiangu, I don't have Bai Zihua I'm not An Ming, I don't have Tao west I'm not Bei Weiwei, I don't have Xiao Nai I am not Xiaohong, I have no Qiushui I'm not Feng Qingchen, I don't have Yuan Ling I'm not Song Jiaming, I don't have Li Yuzhe I'm not Lixia, I don't have Fu Xiaosi I'm not Yan Mo, I don't have Lu Zhiang I am not Zhang Guoguo, I don't have Li Yunkai I'm not Li Li, I don't have Pei Shangxuan I'm not Jiang Li, I don't have Mo Yan I'm not Bai Qian, I don't have Ye Hua I'm not Xiao Shuiguang, I don't have Zhang Zhenglan I am not Qiao Anhao, I am not Lu Jinnian I'm not Han Xingzi, I don't have Li Juntai I'm not Di Qier, I don't have Jiang Yinglian I'm not Ai Xiaoyu, I don't have Su Zhi I'm not Gao Ran, I'm not arrogant I'm not Situ Mo, I don't have Gu Weiyi

I like both books very much, but I feel that Little Beautiful is better. However, the author said that this book was written earlier than Little Beautiful, so I just like them both very much anyway.

Like the author said, there's really nothing to comment on. But fortunately, we all like to watch this kind of thing. It is very dull and happy, and there is a sense of happiness in life.

It's just as beautiful and cute as Little Beautiful. After reading it in one sitting, I think of my college days. It's so warm and beautiful that it's indescribable.

A suffering person said to the Zen Master: "I can't let go of some things and some people." The Zen Master said: "There is nothing that cannot be truly let go." The bitter person said: "But I just can't let it go." The Zen master handed him a water cup and poured hot water into it until the water overflowed. The sufferer was burned and immediately let go of his hand. The water glass fell to the ground and broke. The Zen master said: "Actually, there is nothing in this world that you can't let go of. If it hurts, you will naturally let it go." The sufferer said: "Can I change the water glass?" The Zen master smiled slightly and said, "Okay." He took out a water glass from his bag and said, "Let's try again." The Zen master poured water into the cup again, and the water overflowed. This time he did not let go. The Zen master asked, "Isn't it hot?" The sufferer said, "It's hot." The Zen master asked again: "Why don't you let go?" The sufferer said: "She gave me this water glass."

Fu Pei was possessive of Mo Mo, not like him at all. How could he keep saying that she was his, and at the same time openly interact with her roommate, break her heart again and again, and expect her not to leave him? It would be too childish and ridiculous.

This is a book that makes me suffer from diabetes. It's so sweet that it couldn't be sweeter. I feel that in the play, apart from the male and female protagonists, the reason why the characters exist is just to help the male and female protagonists get together and promote the development of their relationship. Let me count the divine assists in the book. The first one to talk about is the male protagonist Gu Weiyi's graduate tutor. He is simply a great supporter of the male and female protagonists. Not only does he support the male and female protagonists in dating, he often gossips about their development progress, and also gives the male protagonist some love tips. He also took out the secret book of chasing a wife and gave it to the male protagonist, although it was of no use. A very funny and weird existence. The second one is the heroine Situ Mo's first love, Fu Pei. It was because of him that Situ Mo met Gu Weiyi. It was also because of his behavior that aroused Gu Weiyi's protective desire. Although there was some unhappiness between them, it soon passed. Since the arrival of Fu Pei, our little Baidu prince Gu Weiyi rarely uses Baidu. He directly asks Fu Pei if he has anything to do, and Fu Pei is also one of the strong assists. The third one was the doctor in the hospital. His misunderstanding made the two of them unable to deny it but to admit it. In the first moments, there was a spark between the two of them. It can be said that it was a divine assist between Gu Weiyi and Situ Mo. The fourth one is the cute little Leilei from the laboratory, a typical straight man from science and engineering and a lover of gossip. He has never been in a relationship and has always wanted to give Gu Weiyi some advice, but they are all detrimental. However, his Situ Dingdang is also a thermometer for the male and female protagonists. The fifth is their roommates. The male protagonist and the female protagonist each have a roommate, and they are in a love relationship with each other. Then he asked them to go out to play together. During the play, the relationship between the male and female protagonists quickly soared. And at that time, we also took the first photo together. In this book, apart from the male and female protagonists, everyone is really a helper in promoting the development of their relationship. Not only some people but also others, such as our cute little cat Situ Dingdang, and our cute automatic sweeper Yuanyuan. Of course, Du Niang can solve the male protagonist's problems anytime and anywhere. This book is really too sweet, too sweet, too sweet. The important things are mentioned three times, which is very beneficial to everyone.

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return. I still like you very much, like the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like the clouds that wander ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the stars that smash into the earth until death. I still like you very much, like the sunshine that fills the sky and the earth, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart, crisp and charming. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea, breathing softly and full of madness. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that has been waiting for many years, standing alone. 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I still like you very much, like the sky full of meteors falling to the ground, and the fireworks are wanton. I still like you very much, like the waves hugging the rocks again and again, trying their best. I still like you very much, like the fish returning to their hometown along the ocean current, meeting by chance. I still like you very much, like the whisper of the wind in the ears, my heart beats. I still like you very much, like the babbling children learning to speak, unable to express their feelings. I still like you very much, like the chirping of Zigui in the rain. It is better to go back. I still like you very much, like the uncontrollable murmurs in a dream, it's all you. I still like you very much, like dressing up and waiting for a ten-year holiday. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like longing for you that flows eastward like a river, non-stop. I still like you very much, like the cliff flattening and a whole forest regenerates, and you are in the shade. I still like you very much, like yellow flowers piled all over the ground, with old friends thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, as if it's like a lump in my throat, and I'm so sweet. I still like you very much, like the sea changing into the mulberry fields, and the stars changing. I still like you very much, like the yellowed passage in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, losing the voice. I still like you very much, like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, without complaining. I still like you very much, like the old opera excerpts in the old city, with gentle words. I still like you very much, like the overlord bidding farewell to Concubine Yu, the love has to be forced. I still like you very much, like a lonely star falling over the moon, I can't bear to abandon you. I still like you very much, like a quiet pear blossom, drifting away in the wind. I still like you very much, like red beans dim and lovesick. I still like you very much, like a spring swallow shears the rain, regardless of the wet clothes. I still like you very much, like the sand rising thousands of feet in the desert, no one asks about you. I still like you very much, like the rain falling on the lake when people are frightened to join each other. I still like you very much, just like the ancient green lantern Buddha in Shaolin Temple, I don't want to cross myself. I still like you very much, like a deer hiding in the deep forest, standing alone, timid and looking forward to the end. I still like you very much, as obsessed as drinking poison to quench my thirst. No medicine can cure it. I still like you very much, like rain falling 70,000 meters from the sky, not afraid of turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the sunshine all over the city and the spring breeze ten miles away. I still like you very much, like mulberry trees moving across the sea and orange trees growing in the north, out of season. I still like you very much, just like a soldier riding a thousand miles alone, with enemies in all directions. I still like you very much. Du Ruo is old and defeated Tumi. I still like you very much, just like the dead grass burns out and the wind rises again last night. I still like you very much, like a hermit drinking in the mist of the mountains and getting drunk with the afterglow at night, and my mood is as clean as a ray. I still like you very much, like a worm shaking a tree without overestimating its own abilities. I still like you very much, like falling into a boundless nightmare, sleeping deeply and unable to wake up. I still like you very much, like sand in my eyes, tears like rain. I still like you very much, just like year after year, the weeds are meandering all over the mountains. I still like you very much, like a roc that rides on the wind for ninety thousand miles, and cannot rest on a tree. I still like you very much, just like grinding and dyeing plain clothes, enjoying the fragrance. I still like you very much, just like Jiuqing Shenglan, the heart is still in love, the west city sings and sings, the brocade lingers and the phoenix breathes. I still like you very much, like a silkworm willing to reel silk, regardless of life or death. I still like you very much, like the spring breeze ten miles away, not as good as you. I still like you very much, even if we will never see you again in this life.

Is there anyone who is attracted by the beauty of the male protagonist of the TV series and reads the novel like me? 😋😋😋

Little Time is as witty and humorous as Little Beauty. Highly recommended. Gu Weiyi, like Jiang Chen, loves the heroine coldly and arrogantly, and he is not considered affectionate, but his deep love can be seen from his uncontrollable smile, from his casual care for Mo Mo, from his jealousy, and many details. Like Gu Xiaoxi, Mo Mo is an optimistic and straightforward girl. She has been in love with her first love for a long time, but she is tired and lets go. Although she did not get back together with her first love like Xiao Xi, she also met the outstanding and arrogant scientist Gu like Dr. Jiang. I like their flash marriage. You don't have to have a car and a house to get married. As long as you have the ability, everything will be available. Don't be controlled by money, although life is really inseparable from money. Love the happy ending!