Self-Rescue Strategy for Short-Lived Bai Yueguang

[End of main text/End of extra chapter] The current story next door is updating [Rose Delusion] "Sentimental Painter×Near Year Puppy" In this barren land, you are my last rose. ——Neruda On a rainy day, the bar was in chaos, and the broken glass shards were scattered like diamonds. Shang Wan stood in the back alley smoking a cigarette, waiting for the boy to come out. After that night, Shang Wan had a blooming rose on his ankle. Where he kissed her carefully, it bloomed as brilliantly and decadently as an oil painting. Zhou Yiyao couldn't keep her with his commendable love and sincerity. Just like time cannot keep a rose that will wither at any time. ** Later, someone asked Zhou Yiyao, what is your relationship with Shang Wan. Zhou Yiyao: Lover Shang Wan: younger brother Zhou Yiyao:? #Sister, that's not what you said last night. ** Non-unit case/Vitality little fairy & scheming white and black The clouds have no intention to come out of Xiu, and the birds know when they are tired of flying. On their wedding day, she was dressed in a bright wedding dress, but he was still as cold as the snow on the mountain. He still remembered her saying, "I am sending you a full moon. No matter where you are in the future or how far apart we are, as long as there is a moon, I will be thinking of you. If there is no moon, it is the day of dawn. " At dawn, all the monsters and monsters are no longer in the world. The souls of those who died unjustly will find rest, and those who died unjustly will be innocent. It snowed heavily that day and it was a rare sunny day. The injustice is redressed and the great revenge is avenged. Jiang Juan kissed her forehead and said, "Zhizhi, I will also give you the moon. " ** Many years ago, the first time they stayed together. Song Zhizhi gave him a safety buckle. "You always dress like this in white. " Song Zhizhi was very satisfied. She clapped her hands and stood side by side with him, looking at the dense and bright stars in the distant sky. The white snow in front of the branches is covered with a layer of bright colors of fireworks. The red plum trees in the courtyard are blooming all over the branches. One cluster is lit up and the other is bright and beautiful. She looked back, her eyes round and bright, and she put his hand in her arms to cover it. "I have to make a mark for you so that I can recognize you if you get lost in the crowd. " "Ziyu. Happy New Year. From now on you will no longer be alone. " After being stunned for a long time, a round of fireworks went off in the sky. Song Zhizhi waited until he was about to fall asleep and then heard the other party's low and hoarse voice. "Red is easy to recognize. But, Zhizhi, I will never lose you. " Later, the red string was always worn on his hand. No matter the vicissitudes of life, no matter the changes in world affairs. Intention: Live a good life and live a good life