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Twenty-seven-year-old Lin Shan has become famous, and every photo in his life account that was picked up by black fans is beautiful and bright.
At that time, Qu Nan stayed up late to finish the project, clicked on this hot search on the subway, looked at the cute face in the photo, but what he was thinking about was that stupid kid who no one loved -
When he was ten years old, he was sent to live under the roof of his own home. He slept in a cubicle, wore old clothes, and used facial cleanser as facial cream. There was no smile on the face of the thin melon seed, and more of it was always in suspense, holding on to the tears that must never fall.
Those tearful eyes used to be Qu Nan's nightmare for many years. The girl once cried and pushed her away, saying, "No one loves me."
He also held her hand on the day of separation. For the first time, he held her in a pleading tone and said, "I just want to be with you, anywhere."
But you can't drink the water of love without filling your stomach. If the sisters are so ideal, they really have no future.
After so many years, Qu Nan still has not regretted his original ruthlessness, especially after seeing these happy-looking photos today.
She laughed to herself and walked out of the elevator. The voice-activated light at the door was not on, but the figure in the darkness was so familiar.
"Long time no see... Sister."
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After many years, they were not exactly old lovers, but when they met again, they both became red-eyed.
My sister seems to be still the same sister. The stupid kid pretended to be a fool and finally found out——
I might still be that stupid kid, as long as my sister is still here.
[Ingredients for this article: Three grams of rental house literature + half a spoonful of love-hate entanglement + a little green plum + a chopstick of sister dog + a little bit of real fragrance + the reunion of two people...
Finally, pour in guaranteed 1v1 boiling water and take it out of the pot!
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Concept: It's all my sister's fault
