Zhao Sen covered his eyes, Zhao Sen smiled, Zhao Sen can make bread, Zhao Sen and I are together.
Zhao Sen is missing...
Luo Hengtang has a mobile phone specially used to record Zhao Sen. His life is filled with Zhao Sen's breath, strong but not strong, and will disperse with a gust of wind.
Four years of separation.
When they said goodbye, Zhao Sen closed his eyes and said.
"Luo Hengtang, I can't look at your face."
Luo Hengtang thought, I will catch you.
Forced to inherit the family property, Mr. Luo, a famous painter in Yunzhou City, became a complete Zhao Sen fanatic.
Later, Zhao Sen's hand was tightened, and he tilted his head and asked Luo Hengtang.
"Why don't you speak?"
Luo Hengtang said in a low voice, putting his hand in his arms.
"I'm afraid you'll run away, but I think if you like me, you won't be too far away from me."
When the Benguela cold current carried cold snow and fog across the African continent, it collided with the deflected atmospheric circulation. The fog forest on the coast of Namibia ushered in a winter rain that had never happened in a century. At the same time, a forest called Zhaosen also received heavy rain.
Concept: The cute penguin turns into a cruel little rabbit