In his memory, he stood with catkins flying in the April spring light and sighed slightly,
How many memories does a person have to bloom time? Countless memories form a nest under the eaves. From then on, when the outside world is full of flames, it doesn't matter whether the peacock flies southeast in March. He only has to carefully protect a cluster of hope and hope to hatch.
How could one have thought that there would be no intact eggs under the overturned nest? How could one have thought that,
The eggs are gone, but the nest is still there, but it's just that the years have passed, and it's full of sorrow and messy in the wind.
He didn't know if he was strong enough to bear the memories of this life, but when he turned around, he smiled like a flower.
Fortunately, I don't need it, right, third brother.
Fengxiao, don't say such things,
You reach out just to grab him,
You heard the sound of wind breaking through your fingertips and flying catkins flying over your ears, and then Yunyu fell straight down, and you were so close to him in an instant. No matter how heartbreaking you shouted from behind, he didn't want to look back one more time.