Quick Wear Fancy Whitewashing Guide

Ah, I'm so stupid, I just thought of opening a name calling post now. The format is [name + gender] Such as: early summer, female. (PS: Just keep the name simple and elegant, don't use some uncommon words, and don't use names you've seen in other books or works, so as not to cause unnecessary controversy.) Momo=3=

Let me tell you that I have depression, but fortunately it is only mild, not serious. My depression was forced out by my parents. I listen to them blindly studying in front of me every day. I also want to study, I study hard, and my grades are rising, but my parents don't understand me at all. They work hard. By forcing me to study, I almost ran out of time to read novels. I was so angry that I didn't even know what I could do. Maybe my parents simply wanted me to learn well, but they didn't know how hard I studied. They just kept pushing me, pushing me, and pushing me again, even to the point of restricting my personal freedom! ! ! Every day when I look up, I seem to see their serious faces and mouths that don't know what they are talking about. I escape instinctively. Don't ask me why I'm evading. It's just because my previous resistance was ineffective and I can only do this. It makes me nervous. I hope I can get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible. T^TT^TT^TT^T (crying~~~)

Has the activity level reached 81? Inexplicably excited~

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. I still like you very much, like a whale starving for oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, enjoying it endlessly. I still like you very much, like a subject waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, like the cicadas chirping in the willows, the sunset and the tide, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, never resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night. 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 spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like the spring grass dyeing the green ridge, no doubt. I still like you very much, like a shrew who scolds the street and is unreasonable. I still like you very much, like the rain that falls all night long on green flowers, and Juanjuan does not hesitate to do so. I still like you very much, like the rain falling in the plum rain season, which lasts forever. I still like you very much, like the smoke curling up from a kitchen stove, and Tangli frying snow and falling rain. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with sea fish. It's hard to decide whether to stay or not. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret with thousands of words. I still like you very much, like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, like the sun and the moon taking turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like the layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky and the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, softly dissipating. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, with a glance thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like the last stroke of Mr. Chai Tou Feng, who loves you so much. I still like you very much, like the red curtain on a spring night, which is endless in dreams, and I am still afraid of thinking about you. I still like you very much, like the green leaves of spring and the sunshine of summer, which are not as good as you. I still like you very much, like the green leaves of spring and the sunshine of summer, which are not as good as yours. I still like you very much, like the thousands of piles of snow rolled up by the cliff, all the years are like eve. 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 about you. I still like you very much.

I saw some people say that Lu Shiguang is vicious, emmmm, is it normal? Just like in real life, if your parents nag you a few words, you will still say why you are so annoying and so on. Such an unfamiliar person ruins your love, ruins your life, and is forced to stop all work to come to the hospital to "take care" of her? I think what Lu Shiguang said was very gentle. If it were me, I would try my best to kill her at all costs, because all the glory at the beginning has been destroyed and the glory of the past has dissipated. In fact, he has nothing.

Suddenly I wanted to write down some of my thoughts on this small chapter about false pregnancy. From everyone's perspective, when thinking about a problem, the correct understanding comes from whether the situation is beneficial to them. So, between Zhong Chule and Yang Xinyan, which one is the mistress? Which one is the error? In the author's writing, Yang Xinyan was originally wrong, but no matter what happened to her in the end, as long as Zhong Chule was not allowed to get Zeng, it didn't matter if she died. But the author wrote it down, and I felt that even if it was pretending to be a black-hearted white lotus, I felt happy watching it. But if I really encounter this situation, if I were Zhong and I was counterattacked, I would also invite the counterattacker. Because it's unfair, why should she come back after she has abandoned him? If I were Yang, I would not give in. Because my nature is like this, because I was the one he loved most, and if I pay, I will be rewarded. I have the ability to snatch it, and I can snatch it back. At the end of writing, I can only say that it's useless for girls to fight over each other. Whichever side boys' hearts gravitate to will win.

The final ending of this innocent little girl Zhang Xinwei makes me sad Time always takes away the beautiful things, leaving behind the most regrets and sadness

After I finish the exam on the 6th, I will resume updating. This time it's true, ah ah ah, it's true. If I can't do it again, you guys, just... Just go and take a look at my new article? (Running away with the lid on the pot_(:з∠)_)

There's a strange worm here! ! Where are the police officers? !

I was planning to check it out. I saw that the last update date was 8.9. Okay, farewell. If you still remember it and it's finished, I'll come back after half a year.