He wasn't a prince on a white horse, halo and all, just a shy young man as pale as the moon.
It took her only a second to fall for him.
Youth was a song, their love a crystal dream. The poetic years of their youth changed overnight; the blossoms scattered, their traces vanished, and no matter how hard she pursued them, they were gone.
Years later, they met again in a different place. Could they revisit the past?
Resentment, estrangement, conflict, or feelings neither could understand?
They laughed and joked about how lovely a chilly autumn day could be. Then the moon rose, and their dreams grew sweet.
In this drifting life, the finest ink leaves no words.
This is a modern romance, with the first half set on campus and the second in the city. It may be a bit muddled, and it may be clichéd. As usual, I wrote it for my own amusement and to share with friends. If you can't bring yourself to read on, dear readers, please feel free to move along. Just don't tear me to shreds, okay? Hehe.
My dear wife made me an artistic cover that I love to death. I'm so happy!
Here's my new serious historical romance, dear readers, be brave:
Historical transmigration:
Completed short stories:
My little garden, please come and keep me company ^_^:
Story recommendations:
Second Mom's urban romance:
Xiao Bing's lighthearted historical transmigration:
Theme:
The "crazy" character of this extra is very different, but it's better than nothing. I like it, the more the merrier!
After reading, I feel dizzy...
First of all, congratulations on finally finishing the article. Send big bouquets of flowers Secondly, I hope to see Yan's new writing. I really can't wait. What kind of style will it be? How about writing about time travel again? O(∩_∩)o... Recommendation: Read an article "Shicha" that I have been following for almost a year //www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=378487 This is another article that has touched me for a long time. It makes me want to have a crush on Duan'er. Hoho~~~~~~~Float away and edit the article
Sprinkle flowers…
Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Making the wrong friend of the Nie family is a great regret in An Yan's life. After many years of literary and elegant appearance, it was destroyed in one day. He wanted to counterattack, but was actually attacked. He fell into the hands of Lin Mo, who was extremely sinister. How could he survive? Woohoo, I sigh that life grows and hates the water.
I have been following Liangmo step by step since I started writing Yanzhi, and I have made many comments just to get a glimpse of the beauty of the sky beyond the story. However, He Xin lowered his head and lowered his eyes, with a look of regret on his face, and said: "Extra, I am incompetent." I thought about it for a long time and couldn't bear to force it, so I quit the list of miserable people forever. But today, the breeze came from outside, laughing and cursing, and the manners were elegant, which really won my heart. My long-cherished wish has come to an end, and I am very happy. After thinking about it for a while, I slapped the table and got startled. I quickly grabbed someone in front of the hall, "Hey, you always say that you are short of the extras, and I believe it. But who is responsible for today's results? Hand over all the remaining extras quickly, I will spare you and go." If you don't comply, I will take you away and go with me to the appointment under the flowers. I will stay with you for three days, so you can think about it yourself. You can choose between the extra appointment and the appointment under the flowers. In fact, hey, I love the appointment under the flowers more..." He looked up to the sky and laughed. . .
It's too profound, I can't quite understand it
It was well written, warm and delicate, and I couldn't help but read it in one sitting.
Is it over? So fast~~ Congratulations~~
Oh my God, it's actually over, and I'm still scrolling here. . . . . . I still haven't finished my thoughts, Dad, please do some extras, please. . . . . .