The first snow of winter fell on Yuncang Mountain.
There was a gathering in the circle, and Young Master Wen, who was tired of seeing the warblings and swallows, took out the clarity from his drunkenness and walked up to Tang Zhi and broke a branch of white plum.
Wen Huaizheng had a smile on his face, and when he asked the question, his voice dispersed into the thin blade-like hunting wind: "Try with me?"
Tang Zhi liked him. He knew that this was not his cup of tea, but there was nothing wrong with passing the time.
Tang Zhi didn't let him send her off when she went abroad, and he was the only one among a group of old friends who didn't tell him. She left cleanly, leaving only a bookmark made of white plum.
It was the rainy season in London and the wind was blowing hard.
The arrogant man's hand was cut by the glass, and he stood in the rain in a panic, with a mixture of blood and rain dripping from his fingertips, watching her get into a strange luxury car.
The car window slowly lowered and Tang Zhi spoke calmly.
"It's just for fun. I did wrong you before. Don't take it seriously."
When the plum blossom snow falls back into my palm again, I want to smell you and kiss you.
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The Second Ancestor×Bai Yueguang
HE, reunion after a long absence, chasing his wife at the crematorium (micro)
There is no prototype in any of them, the whole is imaginary, the city is interspersed with a small part of the campus, the pseudo-libertine
Intention: do it and cherish it
