End of Season

What gets old is the years, what doesn't get old is the same feelings as before In life, there is always a person who plants a flower and leaves gracefully; there is always a person who picks a flower and leaves, leaving a blank space. There is no need to be obsessed with this, because some fates are just passing by, and some are just because of the lack of an unplanted fig. In the years, there is always a sweet time, holding a silent romance, quietly leaning in the moon of the autumn night, with ripples over the years, swaying the tenderness of the past in the warm heart lake; there is always a warmth, accompanying that beautiful figure, writing a name into an intoxicating text, and rubbing it into my tender dreams.

From Smile at the beginning of 2016, to Ghost Academy, Moonlight Lover, Purple Letter, and now to the end of the 2018 summer support season, it has always been with me in my best green years. Starting from the third grade of junior high school, the first thing I did after finishing my homework every day was to read DaDa's beautiful articles. It was DaDa's beautiful articles that accompanied me through the first turning point in my life. Later, when I was a freshman and lived on campus, I was sad for a long time because the school stipulated that I couldn't bring mobile phones~ But it didn't matter. I thought I could continue to read articles after I went home for the holidays. I was still happy😄 Now, I am about to be a sophomore in high school. Two years is neither long nor short, but it is enough to make us more mature. I have grown from the little Gongju who was not afraid of anything and had all his emotions written on his face to a little girl who can face everyone with a smile, not panic when things happen and can calm down instantly. It has a lot to do with the soulful characters in Da Da's works and the literary works I read in my daily life. Thank you for always accompanying us, and we will always accompany you😄 After experiencing so much, in terms of emotions, I always feel that there is a passage that is suitable for the characters in Da Da's works and for us now: A person must experience a love when he is young, think about it, be worried about it, and be desperate for it. Feeling the powerful undercurrent here will be the best time in your life. Only with this desperate love can a life be considered complete. Maybe what makes us so persistent is not that young man, the beautiful time we once loved, the pure joy that has accumulated over the years. Finally~emm~My favorite romance writer is you, my favorite literary writer is Lin Qingxuan, and my favorite psychologist is Freud~Thank you for your company😘😘😘

This time we talk about Yi Shihan. ... ... ... Emmm... ... Who is he? ... Sorry~I forgot~Let's talk about it next time~

I've been following it for a long time, from one account to another. It's the first time I've been looking forward to updates every day. It's the first time I've waited so long for a novel. Around July this year, I heard that the male protagonist had changed, and I thought:? ? ? Then I didn't watch it much, always expecting that the male protagonist would still be Mingda~ I imagined that it would be sweet to watch it again after a while. I heard from book friends that there were very few major appearances in the subsequent plot, so I didn't dare to watch it. I was afraid that Ming Da would be abused as soon as he appeared. I suddenly wanted to watch it a few days ago, and found that the introduction had changed, and the male protagonist had been changed. I was heartbroken. It's not that I don't like Rong Sang, maybe it's just preconceptions. I've already decided on Ming Yuyan. Maybe if Yong Sang appeared first, I would definitely like him. But I still like Mingda. It's not that I think Rong Sang is bad, I just like Mingda too much. After reading the book review, Mingda seems to be alone? But I felt so sorry for him and wanted to rush into the book and hug him. I even comforted myself for a time: If Mingda is not with Xiaobu, I can imagine that Mingda is with me! Although this idea seems funny, I really think so. What kind of boys do I like? Affectionate, serious, dedicated, gentle as jade, handsome Rong Sang may be more suitable than Ming Da, but I love Ming Yuyan. He is dedicated, sharp-tongued, and affectionate He has many good brothers, a good family environment, and handsome appearance. But there is no one who once loved him. Let's talk about Xiao Bu, I am very similar to her in terms of personality, but I can't understand her falling in love with Rong Sang. The big reason for this ending is because of her. I hate her a little for Mingda, but in love, she is right. She just chose someone she loves more now. I am not qualified to blame her. She just gave up Ming Yuyan and someone she doesn't love so much now. Because I didn't watch much of it later, I don't know why Xiaobu fell in love with Rong Sang and why he gave up on Mingda. This ending may be a relief for Mingda, it may be a fulfillment for Xiaobu and Rongsang, but it is a blow to those of us who account for Mingbu. However, the author likes Rong Sang, so why did he write about Ming Da in such a way to attract me. Youth is like this, there are always countless regrets. I can't understand love, and I don't want to understand it. If I don't trust you in love, it's useless for me to trust anyone. But you left me in the end.

I feel so sorry for Ming Da, woo woo woo woo. If the male protagonist was Rong Sang from the beginning, why did he treat Mingda like this? Why didn't he find a suitable girl for Mingda! ! ! Why let Xiaobu and Mingda get entangled together. I hate it! I hate it! I felt really uncomfortable and couldn't understand it. I even doubted whether Xiaobu's previous love for Mingda was true. If it was true, how could he fall in love with Rong Le again? Alas, Mingda and Xiaobu are not suitable after all. In life, it would be great if I could meet a boy like Ming Yuyan. I would risk my life and give him all my love. But this is a book after all, unfortunately, and we are not the people in the book. Ming Yuyan Ming Yuyan This has to be the nicest name I've ever heard!

19 years ago, she came to this colorful world. She had countless curiosity about this world. Her round eyes blinked and she burst into tears after being photographed a few times. When she was three years old, she had a memory of playing and playing with a little girl one year younger than herself every day, chirping like two little sparrows, jumping up and down. When she was four years old, that was the beginning of the end of all the happiness in her life, which brought shackles to her particularly good sister. That was the year that the child's younger brother was born. Her sister's mother was weak and dying because of the remaining younger brother, and her younger brother was also born. When she was five years old, her sister's mother passed away, and her sister was taken to another place by her father, and she was separated from her. She hid behind a stone and shed tears on a summer afternoon, and I was the only one left. At this time, a little boy appeared with a pair of big eyes, almost as white as hers and with a little baby fat. He was one year older than her, and he filled the biggest gap in her life. He would take her to play Contra, give her chocolates, take her to have water fights, and teach her to play football... This is how she met him in the city. Those two months were as beautiful as a dream, but after all, he did not belong to this countryside, so he rolled up his sleeves and left her. She seemed to have lost something that she could never get back. When she was six years old, she and her brother went to an uncle's house as a guest. The brother returned home without her. She was left at the house of a man who lived alone. The man showed her his reproductive organs. She, who was ignorant of human affairs, turned from a flower into mud. At the age of seven, she is no longer as lovable as she was when she was a child. Her mother is very disappointed when she sees her. She always longs to live like her mother likes, but her mother always talks about how good such and such children are... During the summer vacation when she was seven years old, her fourteen-year-old brother came to her house as a guest. Her brother asked her to play with him on the swing. She went there happily. His brother did some things she didn't understand. He kissed her mouth and asked her to open her mouth. She was obedient and stayed still. Then his brother put his hand into her pants, which hurt her. At the age of eight, her life was so confusing that she was still full of interest and love for everything in the world. However, her status as a borrowed student made the boys and girls in the class look at her with strange eyes. Eight years old is the most innocent age and the most cruel age. At the age of nine, she suddenly became the object of ostracism in the world. At home, she learned to watch what was happening. Her parents always quarreled. Her father was so drunk that he would argue with her mother and hit her when she got home. Her younger brother stayed with her, scared but unable to stop her. At school, campus bullying began to improve to some extent in the third grade. The eldest sister in the class stepped on her desk, arrogantly When she was ten years old, her family's shop was always visited by some neighbors. She once joked with an uncle who bought instant noodles. The uncle had eaten instant noodles for so many days without changing. Unexpectedly, he got angry. Her mother heard the noise and came from the back room and wanted him to pay the bill. He later called the police and said that her mother wanted to kill him. She watched her mother being taken away by the police. She only thought about why I am alive, why I am still alive... In the same year, my brother got seriously ill and went to the best hospital in the provincial capital for treatment. Her parents went to accompany her brother and left her to her aunt. No one cared about her life or death. They didn't see her for three months. The wind was biting that winter, so cold... When she was ten years old, the boy with a smile as bright as the sun transferred to her class. The girls in the class all liked him very much. He was always praised by the teacher, had excellent academic performance, was very good-looking, and very lovable, but she just looked down on him and insisted on competing with him. She did not hate beautiful things, but she was too dark. This kind of beautiful sunshine would prick her all over. When she was twelve years old, someone would always press her chest while she was riding her bicycle to school. She was in pain and always avoided it. She wanted to complain, but she was afraid that the person would find someone to make trouble for her poor family, so she had to hide whenever possible. When she was thirteen years old, the eldest sister in the class noticed her feelings for the boy. The teacher became suspicious of her because he changed seats. From then on, he pulled her hair every day in class, stepped on her shoes during exercise, and took off her pants during physical education class. She had no choice but to tell the teacher, The teacher took money from the eldest sister's family and left her alone. She told her parents, but the parents thought it was just a little fight between children and nothing. She was frustrated. Looking at the height of the fourth floor of the class, she wanted to jump countless times, but she was not even qualified to die. At the age of fourteen, she finally saw the boy from her childhood. His baby fat was gone and he was much taller. He had a smile on his eyebrows and his dimples seemed to be filled with water. She was about to call out his name when she saw a girl from the same class running out from the front and holding his hand. He smiled at her. The way he looked at her made her feel suffocated. Well, what else do you expect? How could he remember you? She smiled self-deprecatingly and disappeared in the crowd. At the age of sixteen, she already knew how serious her depression was, but she still looked so normal during the day, pretending to be crazy alone, but at night she was constantly tossing and turning, crying alone. Seventeen years old, seventeen years old like flowers, where is her seventeen years old? Faced with the insults of her classmates, the ridicule of her teachers, the betrayal of her friends, the deception of her loved ones, the annoyance of her parents... Every day she hears the world's denial and criticism of her. It seems that she shouldn't appear, shouldn't live in this world and be an eyesore. At eighteen years old, what can she fight for for herself? How could she live? Going to college...? What's the point? Live or die? One day her mother asked her to go to bed early and not go to bed at two o'clock in the morning every day. She said what she was thinking, "I think there is no point in living." Her mother was very angry and said, "You don't have any meaning. Why am I still alive?" She walked this road cautiously. She was really tired. She wanted to fall into a long dream, a dream far away from this world. She didn't want to think of her life, which was as bad as a mess. There was probably no worse person than her in the world. She was hated by the whole world, including her parents, friends, relatives, classmates... She has been thinking about the meaning of her existence. She cannot say anything when she is bullied because her family is too weak. She cannot talk back when she is beaten or scolded. She has to be blamed. She is a bully for the class. They also poke her spine and say bad things about her. She gives them everything they want. She has nothing of her own. She finally lost the ability to love. She tried to accept everything the world gave her, but she couldn't accept anything. She also wants to say to the world, I'm so sorry, I dirty your place.

①I heard that the battlefield was the place where their dreams began again. This may be a beautiful dream, but it may also be a nightmare. After going around and around, Bu Yanxi finally found Ming Yuyan. In a place where war is raging and smoke is filled. The fearful breath of death spread to the entire battlefield, and intermittent screams resounded throughout the vast land. She finally waited for him, the man who had appeared in her youth and given her the vision of a beautiful dream. The sentence that often appeared in the disdainful Mary Sue plot in the past has become a true portrayal of her heart - she once had a startling glimpse, and since then she has amazed time and warmed the years. Hospital, The smell of disinfectant spreads, making people feel uneasy. The corridor is full of people coming and going, compact but unhurried. They are obviously accustomed to this. Countless fresh lives disappear here, and countless seriously injured soldiers get up here. At this time, a nurse entered a high-end ward with daily intravenous drip. There were two people in the room. One of them stood with his backlit. He had a rare oriental face. His facial features were three-dimensional and deep, which were unpredictable and distinct under the refraction of the light. His military uniform did not look bloated at all, but added a bit of slender and handsome appearance. When he heard the door open, the man frowned and looked at the nurse slightly impatiently, without any trace of the laziness of his boyhood. The nurse sister was just about to speak... "Ming Yuyan, General Ming, I'm going to get an intravenous drip. Is there anything else you can do?" The woman on the hospital bed interrupted her. When she said the words "General Ming", she deliberately emphasized her tone. The nurse sister just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to ask this oppressive man to leave, but she caught a glimpse of the woman's expression. The corners of her mouth twitched and she silently closed her mouth. The woman's tone was clearly unforgiving, but she blinked her big eyes, which seemed to be filled with starlight. She stared at the man called the admiral for a moment. When she saw that the man was showing signs of leaving, tears immediately flashed in her watery eyes, and the accusation she expressed became more obvious. ② Ming Yuyan lowered her eyes helplessly (cursing secretly, you annoying little goblin, just think about it, anyway, I think so), and whispered to the nurse aunt: "You can go out first." Nurse: "Okay, sir." The door slammed shut, and the little nurse who was kicked out secretly complained about how she could have listened to that man's words... In the ward, Buyan Xi pursed her lips, trying to suppress the slight upward curve. But he said forcefully, "Why did you stay? I still need an intravenous drip." I didn't realize that this tone sounded like a girlfriend in love acting coquettishly to her boyfriend. Ming Yuyan didn't answer her, but slowly approached her, with the corner of his mouth curled into a smile. As the distance decreased, pressure followed. Bu Yanxi stared blankly at the man walking against the light. The boy in her memory had grown up and became a soldier in charge of his own affairs. His expression was naturally distant, but a little more steady than before. The boy in my memory has really grown up. "You..." Bu Yanxi just started to speak, but was interrupted by Ming Yuyan. "After all these years, you still haven't changed at all." The same aloof and awkward tone. Ming Yuyan didn't criticize the latter sentence, but there was a hint of teasing in his eyes. Bu Yanxi's face turned slightly red, and she said with a hint of anger, "So, you should have changed a lot." Ming Yuyan paused and said helplessly, "You clearly know that's not what I meant." The distance has come. To be continued ③ The distance has come. Bu Yanxi clearly heard her violent heartbeat. She stared blankly at Ming Yuyan, all kinds of indescribable scenes that might happen next flashed through her mind, a blush crept up on her cheeks, and her eyes wandered around. "You... What are you going to do?" Bu Yanxi asked weakly, looking unconfident, a bit like a little hamster that stole food and saw its owner. It's so cute and silly that people can't help but think... Ming Yuyan still said nothing and gradually walked to the edge of the bed. Chrysostom finally spoke, "Remember Tum interesses?" Buyan Xi blinked her eyes, which were filled with mist and flickered with doubt, "Ah?" "That blackboard report." A trace of nostalgia flashed in Ming Yuyan's eyes, and he looked at Bu Yanxi intently and seriously, as if he wanted to carve her into his bones. Bu Yanxi noticed the hot sight, turned her body in the opposite direction, and her ears turned slightly red. But when she carefully studied Ming Yuyan's words, something flashed in her mind, and Bu Yanxi fell into deep memories. It seemed to be afternoon, the sun was setting, and behind him was a pair of strong arms. He said lightly in French, Tum interesses. Recalling this, a trace of self-mockery flashed in Buyanxi's eyes, how could she remember something so clearly so long ago. The love was so deep that every moment they spent together was deeply integrated into her narrow heart that could not hold too many people. Ming Yuyan noticed that Buyanxi's mood was obviously wrong, her eyelids twitched, and she suddenly pressed forward and pushed Buyanxi to the head of the bed. ④ Buy Yanxi, who was reminiscing, felt a dark shadow flash before her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, she saw Ming Yuyan's enlarged face. Their distance is very close. Buyanxi was like a frightened rabbit, running back, "Bang", that was the sound of hitting the wall. Bu Yanxi pushed Ming Yuyan away while covering the back of her injured head. She looked at Ming Yuyan with an accusing look on her face and cursed fiercely, "Ming Yuyan, you bastard! Why are you so close to me all of a sudden? I don't know, don't you know whether men and women are intimate or not?" A faint, deep voice sounded, "Tum interesses. It's the same as i care about you. It means..." Ming Yuyan paused and looked at the fierce woman with gentle eyes, "I like you a little bit." Buyanxi didn't speak, she looked at Ming Yuyan steadily. However, the inner story is that I feel that I have been stunned too many times, so, ahem! Pretending to be calm, his tone was cold, "I already knew it." Looking at Ming Yuyan's half-smiling face, Bu Yanxi seemed a little scared. So, she hooked her hand at Ming Yuyan, with a charming smile at the corner of her mouth. Of course, this was just how charming she thought she was. The reality was that Ming Yuyan looked at Bu Yanxi's idiotic smile, and suddenly stepped forward, hugged Bu Yanxi, and said helplessly, "Bu Yanxi, why are you so..." Before he finished speaking, Bu Yanxi pushed him away regardless and sealed his next words with her lips. Time seemed to have stopped, leaving only the footsteps of people coming and going outside and the sound of wheels rolling. Outside the window was flying dust and the scorching sun, reflecting two beating hearts. Bu Yanxi closed her eyes gently, and put her hand on the other person's shoulder casually. Ming Yuyan's clothes were wrinkled by Bu Yanxi, but he didn't want to notice at all. Each other's breaths were intertwined with each other, with red clouds floating on their faces, as if they could only hear each other's breathing. From then on, the longing spread, and the joy of finally meeting again after a long separation began to ferment. After an unknown amount of time, Bu Yanxi loosened her grip on Ming Yuyan's collar, turned her face to the side, and her delicate lips were freed. Ming Yuyan's breath blew against Buyanxi's ear. Just as Buyanxi was about to push him away, she heard a voice, "Kissing is not done this way." Immediately... To be continued ⑤ "That's not how you kiss." The words were full of temptation. Bu Yanxi's face turned red, and she changed the subject forcefully, "I didn't expect you had a crush on me before... Hahahahaha." Ming Yuyan's deep gaze made her laugh awkwardly. "Didn't you already know that?" Ming Yuyan chuckled. To be honest, he was very satisfied with his current posture. In his memory, the petite girl huddled softly and weakly in his arms, their inaudible breaths intertwined together, like lovers who were separated through life and death but deeply in love with each other, a lover who belonged to him alone. What should I do? Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? What should I say? This Ming Yuyan is too much! How could you embarrass me so much! Bu Yanxi, who didn't realize that she was stupid at this time, thought so. But her vision gradually blurred, as if there was a beam of light pulling her towards memories. The halo created ripples one after another, and the scene was frozen, showing his lengthy figure being straightened. What happened? Bu Yanxi tried her best to think. But the consequence of this was a more severe headache, and she couldn't help but hold her head with both hands. Ming Yuyan's anxious shout gradually faded away, "Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi! What's wrong with you, Xiaoxi!" Then, there was no consciousness. ... When I opened my eyes again, I saw the white ceiling and the mixed smell of disinfectant. Ming Yuyan sat beside the hospital bed, holding her head with one hand, as if she had fallen asleep. Bu Yanxi looked at him in a daze. There was a faint dark shadow in his eyes. He must not have had a good rest for a few days. Further down, there was a thin stubble. Could it be that life in the army was not good? Looking down, Bu Yanxi's face suddenly turned red at the thin lips. She remembered that lingering and thrilling kiss. "Kissing isn't done this way, how is it done?" Unknowingly, Bu Yanxi expressed the question in her heart. At this time, she didn't notice Ming Yuyan's slightly trembling eyes or the flash of the corners of her mouth.

It is said that the war-torn battlefield is the place where their dream of reunion begins again. This may be a beautiful dream, but it may also be a nightmare. After going around and around, Bu Yanxi finally found Ming Yuyan. In a place where war is raging and smoke is filled. The fearful breath of death spread to the entire battlefield, and intermittent screams resounded throughout the vast land. She finally waited for him, the man who had appeared in her youth and given her the vision of a beautiful dream. The sentence that often appeared in the disdainful Mary Sue plot in the past has become a true portrayal of her heart - she once had a startling glimpse, and since then she has amazed time and warmed the years. In the hospital, the smell of disinfectant spreads, making people feel uneasy. The corridor is full of people coming and going, compact but unhurried. They are obviously accustomed to this. Countless fresh lives disappear here, and countless seriously injured soldiers get up here. At this time, a nurse pushed a daily intravenous drip cart into a high-end ward. There were two people in the room. One of them stood with his backlit. He had a rare oriental face. His facial features were three-dimensional and deep, which were unpredictable and distinct under the refraction of the light. His military uniform did not look bloated at all, but added a bit of slender and handsome appearance. When he heard the door open, the man frowned and looked at the nurse slightly impatiently, without any trace of the laziness of his boyhood. The nurse sister was just about to speak... "Ming Yuyan, General Ming, I'm going to get an intravenous drip. Is there anything else you can do?" The woman on the hospital bed interrupted her. When she said the words "General Ming", she deliberately emphasized her tone. The nurse sister just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to ask this oppressive man to leave, but she caught a glimpse of the woman's expression. The corners of her mouth twitched and she silently closed her mouth. The woman's tone was clearly unforgiving, but she blinked her big eyes, which seemed to be filled with starlight. She stared at the man called the admiral for a moment. When she saw that the man was showing signs of leaving, tears immediately flashed in her watery eyes, and the accusation she expressed became more obvious.

I read such touching words as Shiba I feel I need to say something I don't have the literary talent of Shiba I can't write such sentimental words Not as smart as my eggs I can't even write cute and cute words. I just want to express my thoughts briefly I need to read your article Not just because of your writing style And a group of friends So what I want to say most here is Can you update 2 chapters a day? Guaranteed 2 holidays and 3 holidays! Today's 2 chapters, please share with me Please write more when writing. Asking for articles Please keep updating The above 6 lines are the key points!

If the love between Ling Yanqing and Ye Yi is sometimes gentle and sometimes turbulent, Chu Ling and Nie Sihe are the reflection of dust and glass, then Bu Yanxi and Ming Yuyan are under the gun that will not stop until death, but they hide the softest and lingering breath. ... When did she start paying attention to him unconsciously. In the two years of junior high school, there was no conversation at all. The dimples looming around his mouth, and his breath as fragrant as a lotus flower, all these seemed to determine his extraordinary status. Maybe it was the casual glances in class, or maybe it was the rumor that he "liked Lu Qingqing". In short, it seemed that no matter what he did from then on, he would always be there. Feeling aggrieved for her friends, deliberately "stealing" the so-called "love letter" out of revenge, and speaking sharp words that were clearly against her will, all of this made her uneasy but also a little bit excited. But she also grew up pampered, and the pride in her heart made her unwilling to apologize, let alone explain. As a result, the tension between her and him became more and more intense and entangled. She was once angry that she would always "defeat" him unconsciously, and the words that came to her lips turned into a sharp sword, so the jar was broken and the situation became more and more out of control. Thinking of him in my mind, I accidentally did the love test, but the next day I pretended to be careless. But there was like a wild beast in her heart, and her nervousness, anger, shame and anger could all be seen without realizing it. She thought, if, if she had made it clear to him from the beginning, if she had never had an undercurrent of conflict with him, if everything was just the beginning, would they be able to start over? However, she already has a fiancé, and he is already a prestigious military officer. Everything is no longer an if. If, in this world, there really is an if.