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When will there be a follow-up~? !
Suddenly, for the first time, the thought of actively thinking about [Lian] Tian came up in my heart. While hesitating, the little fish jumped happily. [Chat]?
Stunning and beautiful modern writing, haha, I wanted to write a long review, but I really didn't know what to write, so I finally decided to comment on the plot behind it, haha, don't be offended... With the game window open on the computer desktop, looking at the villain in the game, waving the sword mechanically, numbly killing the nameless monster, my heart... Suddenly became empty. Many times Xiao Yi felt that she was like a character in that game, and the master who controlled her was the world, which tightly bound her, unable to struggle or escape, and could only be a puppet. Xiao Yi raised his head and looked beyond the computer to the window. Before he knew it, night had fallen. I felt a little irritable and confused, and for a moment I couldn't tell where I was. "When you told me you loved me" was still playing on the stereo, and Jessica Simpson's voice sounded a bit heartbreaking at this moment. Looking back carefully, it seemed that I had forgotten when I turned on this song. Not wanting to turn on the light, the dim light from the monitor became the only light source in the room. Xiao Yi leaned back into the soft chair and watched everything quietly. The fierce fighting in the game, the brilliant traffic outside the window, and the endless sky in the distance, dyed a bleak gray-white color by the brilliant lights. Suddenly he thought of that flowery smile and the disappearing years in that colorful season... Xiao Yi felt that he should write something down, opened the notebook, looked at the blinking cursor, and found that his mind was surrounded by a thick fog, and his thoughts were trapped in the thick fog, and he could not find a way out. In fact, most of the time, Xiao Yi didn't think back on her original intention. She preferred to bury her memories. Put on heavy armor and a mask as light as the breeze, surround yourself heavily, tie yourself in a transparent prison, and then look at the blooming flowers in the distance and the people who are rushing through your life. The group chat window kept ringing, Xiao Yi clicked on it, and the screen refreshed quickly. There were already hundreds of messages. He browsed them casually, looking at the erroneous conversations inside, and couldn't help but draw a smile at the corner of his mouth, lonely and slightly sarcastic. The Internet is like this. Everyone is familiar yet unfamiliar, distant yet close. Even people who have known each other for less than two minutes can still have a happy chat, even though most of the time, they don't know what the other person is talking about. Xiao Yi did not show her talent for chatting. She just sat in front of the computer, quietly, letting her thoughts wander, and unconsciously typing on the notepad: There are thousands of scenery in the journey of life. However, among these thousands of scenery, who is whose scenery? Who will stay for whom? Do you only realize when you look back that the long journey was accompanied only by that unforgettable loneliness? Then start to long for, start to hope, start to search, trying to find a legend that is only about heart and love? Xiao Yi stopped tapping and thought of that name again, that poignant name - Manzhu Shahua. Author's reply: Thank you Wushuang for your long review... Unfortunately, I forgot to write the title. But I am still very touched. I have been a bit busy recently. I may update it faster after I get over it.
The boy here runs so fast!
The mask is only taken off online.
He's a little confused when people call her, haha
In fact, every story is very cliché, the important thing is that we all enjoy it --------- I feel the same way Xiaomei, your articles are always different.
In fact, every story is very cliché, but the important thing is that we all enjoy it.
Sofa. Sit on the sofa for the first time. The legendary sofa. Stay tuned.
Sorry~~~OTL Habitually typing a line and pressing Enter will cause the previous post to be spammy ~ Embarrassing The non-fantasy story really makes people feel realistic about real life \>-</Support