As usual, Han Yi walked me to the alley closest to where I lived. We stopped beside a small, abandoned flower bed. The dim yellow light fell across Han Yi’s slightly pale face. He was a handsome man, one spoiled by women. Grinning, I pulled a goofy face at him. Clutched tightly in my hand was a train ticket for seven tomorrow morning. If he decided not to see me off, tonight would be the last time we saw each other before I left this city. I wanted to make him laugh before we said goodbye. Han Yi watched me intently, not looking the least bit amused. I made an even more ridiculous face, but he still didn’t smile. His expression was impossible to read, so I turned away. In the flower bed stood a wild, overgrown rosebush, its tangled branches bursting with large, moon-white blossoms. During the day, swarms of bees and butterflies always fluttered around the flowers. Han Yi was just like that bush.
“You’re just like it,” I said, pointing at the rosebush.
“Don’t you think it’s wrong to just leave me like this, Ning Yushu?” Han Yi took a single step, closing the distance between us until we were inches apart. I thought that was rather rude, but trying to discuss manners with a drunk was about as useful as playing a harp to a thug, so I gave up on reforming him.
You're actually back, after so many years.
It's too inhumane to stop here, keep writing, come on
It's so cute to use donkeys to count heads. Author, I like you so much.
It's been a while since I've been here to take a look, and there's actually a new post, but why is it still stuck in 2009? I hope Sister Gui can come back to fill in the gaps.
I was sorting out the novel list two days ago and found Liuyun Jie. I felt that I had read it, but I couldn't remember the ending. However, it was marked as completed, so I read it again. As expected, it was not finished because there was only the upper part. I just came to ask Wan Yunda when he will write the second part of Liuyunjie, otherwise I don't know whether to classify it as read or unread.
It's my sister's story It is indeed faster to dig a hole than to fill it.
Wan Yun digs holes more diligently than filling them, leaving those of us who guard the old holes and jump into new holes full of tears.
Big ah ah ah ah `You don't want to be like this ah ah ah ` My heart is itching ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Come back quickly ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' I am almost becoming a resentful woman,, `` ----------------------- Iru was hiding in the corner and biting a handkerchief with tears in his face. Ps.. I really like your article. It's plain but very thoughtful. Come on, come on.
Woohoo, don't say goodbye, that's very sad~~~I don't know when we will meet again... Come on!
Such a naughty Han Yi. Why is it that such ambiguity makes Sister Yu Shu sad and she must retaliate against her?