
Don't Be Too in Love in the Arena
by Being Chic Is Not Showing Off
About This Novel
Standing at the end of the Luohe Bridge was a young man in black and white robes holding an umbrella. His face was as handsome as stars, and the drizzle passed by him like a fairy. Song Qingqing resisted the excitement of shouting loudly, her eyes were filled with peach blossoms, she patted her thighs, and shouted in her heart: I can do it! ! ! Another young man walked up from the other end of the bridge. He was dressed in brocade and splendid clothes. His face was like jade, he was handsome and handsome, and he was smiling. Song Qingqing's eyes are bright, I can do this too! The people on the bridge seemed to know each other. They stood side by side talking by the bridge. Song Qingqing touched her heart and sighed: "Oh, these two people are so good-looking! ... It's so hard to choose!" When the junior brother next to him heard this, he silently put down the chicken legs, looked at the two handsome men in the distance, smacked his lips, and couldn't help but say to the senior sister who was imagining a bright future: "It's okay, people always have dreams. When I was a child, I was always worried about whether I would be a knight or a rich man when I grow up. It's really difficult to choose! I understand you!" Song Qingqing: You still understand me! Then the two brothers and sisters, who had similar smells, took advantage of the excitement and bought another roast chicken. After eating it, they took the remaining money and bought five heads of Chinese cabbage, three pounds of white radish and some green onion leaves. Then they were scolded as a matter of course and took on the chores for the next month.
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