(This article is being revised)
"When I have money in the future, I will buy a vending machine and fill it with my favorite food." Lin Xu, sitting on the sofa, Duan Yuyi said seriously, "When I want to eat, I will put money in. In the end, the money will still be mine." He put his hands together in front of his face, with his face on the back of his hands, with an obvious smile on his lips, looking at the man in front of her.
Duan Yuyi, leaning on the sofa, hugging a cartoon pillow, smiling lovingly
Wen Xixi stood in front of Shi Guohong and said with her head held high: "Let me introduce you again. I am Wen Xixi, and I am also a member of your fan group. My purpose is different from theirs. I want to be someone who can stand by your side and accompany you for a long time." As he said, he took another step forward. At this time, they were very close, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats. The girl took a breath: "Shi Guohong doesn't know if I have the blessing to be with you."
Shi Guohong swallowed nervously and took a step back, but Wei Xixi grabbed his collar and pulled him back. "I can see that you also like me." Wu Xixi put his mouth to Shi Guohong's ear and whispered softly.
Chen Zhiyuan squatted on one side of the sparsely populated street, looking at the few pedestrians left on the street. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a puff, and spit out the white mist in his mouth. The white mist in the air was scattered everywhere.
He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and looked at it until the sparks on the cigarette butt completely disappeared.
He stood up slowly and heard someone behind him shouting "Chen Zhiyuan"
Of course it does to this voice
Concept: fog
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Does this Mark have the memory of Mark's life in a parallel space?
Does this Mark have the memory of Mark's life in a parallel space?