Blood Love Flower

Large camphor trees are planted on both sides of the street, densely pressed down. The soles of the feet feel heavy. "Go forward, what are you thinking about?" "Yanyan." The setting sun passed through the glass window and was cut into a diagonal grid by the cross window frame. The light was bright and dark, reflecting the flickering in her eyes. The ends of her hair were shrouded in the dim afterglow. She posted a message on WeChat, saying that she seemed to be gilded. She always likes to turn on the warm yellow light in the bedroom, but this time she turned on the warm yellow light but huddled in the corner, the outline of her favorite plush doll being blurred by the black. After thinking about it for a long time, I sent a message to Xia Qijun: "It's me saying goodbye to you." She was in pieces and he couldn't pick them up. Their love is humble, fierce, and sick. Attachment is the most essential love for boys. Before she left, she wrote: "I have some regrets. If nothing else, I especially like to watch you smoke. I feel that I haven't seen you enough at this stage... I know that my love is pathological, mixed with my own desires." "Even though I reflect on you, I still long for you. I want to know more about you. Time flies so fast and my days are short." "Remember? My kitten didn't bring me any luck either." Xia Qijun rarely cried, but when Lao Li opened the envelope later, he saw that many of the words were blurred. Remember what is my favorite flower? Pink poppies.