Old City Net King BL

Paris is a city immersed in dreams, extremely luxurious and decadent, and even the air is filled with a sense of wandering. A hazy story unfolds, mixed with memories of those years accompanied by loneliness. From Tokyo to Paris, my heart has changed from innocence and ignorance to stability and indifference. Those fanatical pursuits that were once burning in my heart have gradually cooled down, leaving only two characters exuding sadness - wandering. In the memory, the kite-purple boy has bright eyes and a quiet smile, standing still in the wind like a lily, elegant and refined. The colorful wind chimes on the street corner sway in the wind and make a crisp and sweet sound, heralding a new beginning. Driving from a mid-stop for a break to the next unknown stop. They met on a lazy sunny afternoon. It was a beautiful day, filled with dreams and love. A long time later, when the names in their hearts have been worn away by time, they will meet again. A bouquet of lilies blooms quietly and tenderly in a transparent vase, reminding me of the years we have walked side by side. Next to him now is the gentle senior with chestnut hair and ice blue eyes. And he followed the senior who he admired most. Meeting again may bring back those lost years and those missed days. I am exiled to the end of the world by your love, wandering outside, heading for endless distances. If you give me back my light, I am willing to remember your original appearance again, and we will head towards the eternity of destruction. In these years of being exiled by love, I have chosen you as a wanderer. The phoenix trees are also drizzled, and the yellow rain is falling, bit by bit. The stern young man with brown hair always likes to stand by the window in a daze with his lips pursed. He always keeps a small pot of cactus in his room Nothing else, but like, some kind of sad memorial In the summer of the first year of junior high school, the boy with brown hair stopped in front of him, smiled and stretched out his hand to him At that moment, the sun bloomed gorgeous flowers beside the boy We are always missing, missing Until the edges and corners are smoothed away and I can no longer love or hate Only then did I suddenly realize the meaning of happiness. Fortunately, this river of life is so long, and I finally met it. This time, I must drink up this half cup of herbal tea. I'm used to seeing the divisions and harmonies in this world, I'm used to seeing the bright moon waxing and waning The scenery I'm used to seeing, the mood I'm not used to seeing People are always circling in place, turning and turning Only he The light in his eyes is still clear, I will still fall asleep on the bus and then pass the bus stop I will still vaguely believe in anyone but him. Even if it is to protect this rare one, He is also willing to bet his life. No harm done, no miss. Just looking for a blossoming tree and a pure sky. Their stories are as transparent and beautiful as fairy tales. This is an ancient city, a city where everything is buried and everything is nurtured Everything in the past has created the sadness of today, and it has passed away and taken away the last trace of nostalgia. "A glimmer of hope will make us stronger Because we long for warmth so much" A certain Qi suddenly discovered that the so-called friendships among the princes in the Internet King fanfiction were all vulnerable once they encountered love. The so-called soul that really stands out in Xu Da's writings should be the friendship generated for dreams. It is the teenagers who face the thorns with a smile because they love tennis. So the beginning of everything is also the definition of friendship and love Which one is more important in the hearts of princes? Probably, it is a contradiction after all. Note the following: Big abuse hurts the body, small abuse makes people happy. Three pairs: Longma Jingshi Guoguang Zhouzhu Jirou Atobe (talk about being generous~) The story takes place in Paris, a romantic and wandering city. Using narration and flashback, it slowly tells a story about a teenager in Paris recalling the time when he was chasing tennis. There are three parts in total, with three pairs written respectively. Mouyou knows that this writing technique is very difficult, and once it is abrupt, it will cause language confusion, but I still choose to try it, and I hope everyone will support it. There is still a big difference from the original. Tricks are not welcome. Because this is purely an outburst of a certain character, half written for myself. If you don't like it, you can just click the fork above. Because it has been guaranteed that although it is very sad, the ending will be perfect, so dear friends, please do not use too many words that express feelings of injustice for the princes in your comments. The update speed will not be very fast, but Qi Qi writes every chapter very seriously. PS; updated every three days, time, 19:00 Officially starting to update articles on July 1st Previously, a certain company had to take the high school entrance examination. . . Have no choice. . .