Almost everyone likes to bring in youth and memories when telling stories, but I am still particularly verbose among them. This story is a bit old, and the old ones turn yellow and turn white, and may be unbelievable. This is an article that wastes a lot of tolerance from readers. The secret love that has been buried for many years seems to be focused but not dedicated, and it turns around again and again. I can't figure out the will of fate, and the plot is dark. Green vines, green leaves, seven or eight fruits. The color of the dust on the mind has changed, but the cinnabar and yellow paper are not abandoned by the sky, attracting the eyes of gods and Buddhas. Then I woke up quietly, accumulated the momentum accumulated for many years, eliminated the false and retained the true, and wandered through the three thousand small worlds. Climb up through the clouds, with green thunder in your chest. That person, that person. That person. In the past life and this life, the friendship is mottled. The last thing she remembered was a young man in a gray-blue hoodie, flicking his finger in the dark corridor and turning on the light, and he was lost forever, as if he was seriously ill. After so many years, half of my soul is dead. In this case, I will accompany you for a few decades to prove the truth again. I can do a lot of things, so do you want me? Liu three years.