Chen Xu is a poplar flower.
Whichever way the wind blows, that's where he goes.
No matter where you fall, you are not home.
He thought he would be like this for the rest of his life.
Until Lin Baizhou appeared.
Lin Baizhou is a boat, not high-profile, not ostentatious, quietly parked on the water.
He handed Shen Xu an umbrella, a hot lunch and said, "Eat something hot."
Day after day, like water holding a boat, the boat is waiting for the catkins.
What Chen Xu didn't know was that Lin Baizhou was not the wind passing by him.
Lin Baizhou came specifically to pick him up.
Spring is here and the poplar flowers have fallen.
Rootless wandering, he met someone who was willing to let him go.
· This article is also known as "Taming the Rice Ball Spirit" and "Self-cultivation of Facial Paralysis"
The Rolls-Royce of the sexy world × the tractor of the innocent world
Double clean, 1v1
Intention: Wandering is not fate.
