Nanju

[The text is finished, I hope this story will make you feel the warmth of healing] This book has been signed to a physical entity, please pay attention to the specific progress @ Eat a Poem Li Jue picked a man for himself. Poverty, danger. Like a wolf lurking in the silent wilderness. Northern orange and southern orange, oxygen is you. ·Beautiful and powerful academic god × rebellious wild girl ·Double c two-way healing Life is too bitter, but with you it becomes sweet Pre-released article "Three Thousand Steps to Listen to the Wind", please cuties to collect it! The fifth car Yan Qing stopped stopped a man driving an off-road car to attract people. Her eyebrows are charming, her smile is lazy, and the cigarette placed by the window lights up the grassland wind. Repeating the question "I lost my wallet, can you lend me some money" four times, she smiled and turned into: "I want to go swimming naked on a winter night at the river in front, can you give me a ride?" The man smiled slightly and handed her the cigarette. Yan Qing didn't answer and naturally got into the passenger seat. She took a cigarette from his cigarette case and put it into her lips with a smile. She looked at him with a graceful and charming figure. Lou Yu leaned over to light a cigarette for her. A beautiful liar who tells lies falls in love with a rich and promiscuous young master. The two had fun riding horses, dancing on the edge of the cliff, and having fun under the stars. It had only been half a year since they returned to reality, and the two parties evacuated quickly and maturely. Eight years later, Yan Qing is the prima ballerina of the ballet company, a courtesan on the fame and fortune scene, with countless servants in her skirts, and not a single leaf touching her body. The man held the big front door in his mouth, wearing blue work clothes that had been washed white, and leaned over to lay tiles on her wall. She took out a cigarette, and the designer and supervisor handed her a light. Her eyes passed through them and fell on the white mud spots of the man's messy hair. On a sultry summer night, Yan Qing was pressed behind an iron shelf in a hardware store, and the hem of her haute couture skirt brushed against a rusty pillar. Yan Qing smiled teasingly: "Why did you become rice rice?" The man's rough fingertips touched her bright red lips: "You have become a cinnabar mole." Barren, night foggy, grass blades rolling. After listening to the wind for three thousand steps, my soul is still wet. ·A beautiful dancer at the peak of her career × a rough man at the bottom of his life ·Double c, thick arrow ·Reunion|Road Story|Rough Chinese|Pride and Prejudice|Use and Enjoyment ·The soul is still wet - Neruda Purpose: Facing difficult life with a positive attitude