A.
"Sweet cake, sweet cake, little sadistic sweet cake. Who wants to buy sweet cake?"
In the biting cold wind, Zhanyi carried a bamboo basket and hawked along the street. She was wearing a shabby cotton skirt, no shoes on her feet, and her skin was bruised from the cold.
She shouted to everyone who passed by, but her voice was too quiet and no one heard her.
"Who wants to buy my sweet cookies..." The girl's voice became smaller and smaller. She huddled in the corner with the cold, hugging her bamboo basket tightly.
The sweet cookies have lost their warmth, and the overnight food has lost its market.
The girl was tired, hungry and cold, so she took out a pancake and ate it, and then took out another pancake and ate it... The girl finished all the pancakes, and she burped, "It tastes so good!"
"But sweet pancakes can't seem to be sold," she thought, "then I'll learn to make some poisonous pancakes, hoping someone will buy them."
B.
"The person in the mirror is a peerless beauty, but she is also flesh and blood. She will turn into ashes after a fire. You look at this small handful of ashes. You know how amazing she was during her lifetime. But at this moment, will you fall in love with these ashes?"
Qin Yi looked at the wasteland at his feet with an indifferent expression, more like a machine than Sano, a real machine.
Every time he left a story, his heart became colder. Even if one second he was testing the pressure resistance of the mattress with his lover, the next second he would sort out his emotions without any hesitation.
The textbook Badio is ruthless.
But Qin Yi did not admit that he was a scumbag. He felt that the word scumbag was too harsh. He just gave people the life they wanted. Cheating on feelings is out of the question, they are indeed loved. It's just that it's not the real him.
(The above is purely a suicidal statement, what follows is the original intention of this article)
Only love and coughing can't cover it up
Love, such a beautiful word, the corners of your mouth will turn upward when you read it.
Love is eternal, and it can last through life and death.
Love is like a shooting star, just like a flash in the pan.
When you are in love, just one look is heaven.
If I don't love you anymore, it's superfluous to think about it.
But why should I still sing about love?
Because when the flowers bloom,
You won't think about the hardship of waiting,
Nor would I think of the desolation after the flowers wither.
All my heart and eyes are filled with is the fragrant color.
Finally: sweet love, I hope everyone can have it!
The first world: Transgender woman × Qin Yi
The second world: The female CEO who loves no one × the time-traveling man (unwritten)
Purpose: Praise love, love without distinction.
