The first time Lu Jingchen saw Shen Qingyue, he was in high school at a private school in Luo City.
The man was surrounded by stars and the moon, his angular face was covered by the golden sunlight, and the breeze gently blew through the branches, making a rustling sound.
Noble, noble and handsome, like a god.
The girl stood aside, her eyebrows were calm, she was wearing a red half-length skirt, her skin was fair, like a mansa flower blooming in hell.
Unparalleled elegance, turning all living beings upside down.
He flickered the light with his fingers, squinted his eyes, and through the blue-white smoke, Shen Qingyue's face slowly overlapped with the face in his mind.
The encounter is always unexpected, but the departure is always planned.
Shen Qingyue integrated into his life in the simplest way, but left him in the most tragic way.
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Lu Jingchen's article:
"Your name is beautiful."
"The world is safe and sound, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you."
Live up to the Tathagata,
Don't let me down.
Qingqing, Qingqing.
At that time, Lu Jingchen looked at the beautiful face of the woman on the tombstone, and touched her face with his slender fingertips, as if he wanted to touch her temperature in this way.
The most regretful thing in life is not not being able to love, but not saying goodbye properly to the person you love most when you still love me.
It turns out that love has always been a matter of one person, one person sheds tears, one person is sad, the beauty is red and the hair is white, and it will never be spoken out.