Don't read yet! ! ! ! ! ! The whole text has been overhauled! ! ! ! ! !
If you want to see it please remember:
1. The Chapter title is what I am updating, and the rest will be completely changed by me. It is best not to read it, it is really bad.
2. The updated perspective of the main text is biased toward group portraits, with multiple perspective changes, especially in the first case, which has no fixed perspective. Don't worry about the protagonist being marginalized. The two protagonists have obviously more perspectives, but they switch quickly.
3. If you don't understand the first two chapters, you don't need to read them. It won't affect your understanding. If you find it boring, you can skip the first half of Chapter 0 and 1. The second half will start to become coherent.
In the past that comes back again and again, we are groping for an old path towards the past.
We must go through hard work and bluntness before we can wash away the filth all over our bodies.
Even if I am bruised and bruised, I still have to give everyone a clean slate, and give this era a clean slate.
Now that you have shouldered the responsibility, you must protect it. It is not for me to play the tragedy of the world, but I just want to give an explanation to those souls who often call in their ears. They have nothing but us.
Behind every tragedy there are unknown experiences, and those heard are never just stories.
It's that question, who am I, why do I have to face this, can you please let me go?
We pay attention to ourselves, but forget that behind politeness is also a layer of heart-to-heart barriers. Only after it happens can people realize something and be willing to solve it, otherwise everything will be covered up by layers of secular sand.
Gong, the innocent ruffian police officer, and Shou, the little dwarf professor who emerged from the mire and remained unsullied (PS: both Gong and Shou are a bit dramatic)
On that day, the trees were withered and the grass was yellow, and the sunset reflected the high fence. The sun sinking into the pond water was burning with sparkling light in the mist, and I said in retrospect: "A lifetime is too long."
"Yeah, it feels long just thinking about it." Qiao Yue sat on the fence and swayed her legs. "Even if we are at the end of the road in the future, at least for now, if we are together for one day, that is one day."
"Okay."
Qiao Oak was possessed, and his slender arms were wrapped around Ni Qi's neck.
"As you said, a day together is a good day."
"Yeah, that's what I said."
Niqiu hugged Qiao Yue's waist and wrapped his coat around his shoulders.
"A day spent together means a day spent loving you."
"When I was young, I always felt that a lifetime was still far away. Now, ten years have passed, and you see, Qiao Yue." Niqi put his arm around Qiao Yue's shoulders, put a fleece jacket on him, and pointed his fingers towards the long distance. "Every day, the scenery is not the same as before."
The hedges are still high, but the fish in the pond are already leaping out of the phosphorescent stream.
Qiao Yue looked indifferent, "You say it again?"
Niqiu tilted his head and said, "Why are you so fierce?"
Qiao Yue opened his coat and her words were trembling with anger, "The day we are together makes us fall in love."
Ni Qiu suddenly stopped.
"But no one did it, not even for a day."
Qiao Yue's eyes were slightly opened, and with a thin layer of heat floating around her mouth, she slowly uttered a few words, "Winter is here."
He looked at the elongated shadow on the ground, and his heart felt cold again. The winter sun was so far away.
·The writing is sketchy, just read it.
·Create a mountain essay, practice writing and rhythm
·Working alone to code words, not for anyone to see, not for making money, just for love
The copy will not be revised when it is completed in early 2020, because the stupid author has forgotten what he was doing when he wrote this paragraph (kneel down). This hole will be filled in, but when it will be filled is currently unknown.
Purpose: A harmonious society
