Mo Xiaoran, the outstanding man of Difeng High School and known as "God". And Chen Guoxin, who was known for his excellent conduct and academics in the past, one is the student council president,
The other one is an accountant. Apart from the contact at work, it can be said that there is no relationship at all. They are two people who take different paths during the day.
People.
But their real relationship is that of boyfriend and girlfriend, and their true personalities are not what they appear to their classmates. Mo Xiaoran is wild, and he is also
The eldest brother of Di Feng's "Ling She", Chen Guoxin, loves to make trouble and is an out-and-out little girl. Their relationship has always been a secret. No one knows.
This life would go on so peacefully, but suddenly one day, a boy who was as good as Mo Xiaoran entered their life, and the original life was changed.
This balanced relationship becomes unstable.
Mo Xiaoran was suspicious, Guozi was hesitant, and finally the relationship between the two developed a rift until it broke apart.
Mo Xiaoran, Mo Xiaoran, I have called your name more than once, but you are like a gentle breeze flowing through my fingers.
Go, Yue Qing woke up from her dream, but this past love has become that confused dream...
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Angels and demons, good and evil, often only touch each other for a moment...
In this life, I only love you,
I traveled through thousands of years just to find you,
Even if I betray heaven and earth, I don't care!
I just want to be with you...
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Angel, devil, an ordinary girl. He is a little arrogant and indifferent, like mud; he is a gentle prince, like grass; she is lovely
Girls are pure lotuses. The three people had unfinished love entanglements in their previous lives, only because of reincarnation, when angels and demons met
that moment,
A new war begins again...
The eyelashes are curved and the eyebrows are like water.
Mei Ying is sparse, the ice is melting, and the east wind is changing the years.
Traveling in the golden valley, walking in the alleys of copper camels, walking on the smooth sand in the new clear weather.
Long memory mistakenly follows the car, and the butterfly is dancing.
Fragrant and thoughtful, the peach leaves under the willow trees are randomly divided into different homes.
In the West Garden, I drank and sang tea at night. There were bright lanterns blocking the moon and flying canopies blocking the flowers.
Orchid Garden is not empty yet, the pedestrians are getting older, and it will be difficult to come back.
The smoke and wine flags are tilted, but leaning against the tower, I see crows roosting every now and then. I have no choice but to return to my heart, secretly following the flowing water to the end of the world.
In the dark, God seems to have his own arrangements. If meeting you was a mistake, then why did God let me travel through thousands of years to come to you?
The splendor of the palace, the beauty of the country, and the supremacy of power, all of which I found were so pale and powerless the moment you disappeared.
Therefore, in thousands of rivers and mountains, I only look for you; in the wind, flowers, snow and moon, I only miss you; in the cold palace, just because you are not there, it becomes an abyss of Shura...
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