This is the second part of "Dream Kirin"~~
Not much to say~~
I was flown by pia~
Still 6P ~ enter with caution!
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I just want to praise my eldest sister for her shamelessness
Dreams are destined to be a lonely journey, and doubts and ridicules are inevitable on the road, but so what, you must live beautifully even if you are bruised and bruised. A life with dreams is complete. The road of creation is difficult and requires more friends who are in the same industry to support each other and make progress together. Achievements may not be the most important. What we need is to make continuous progress bit by bit. If you are interested, please ask me [(二一九儿五二是一五山)] , the editor gives you another choice, just so that you will no longer be alone on this road.
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Another pit!
The pit is deep.
Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails.
Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat.
So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky.
Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze.
So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner.
"Are you new here?" Someone asked me.
"Yes!"
"You looked good climbing down!"
I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled.
"Climb out together and take a breath?"
She invited me like this.
"No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit.
There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"Is it comfortable to squat?"
"My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!"
"Lie down!"
"Are you going out too?"
"Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!"
You see, people can never give up hope.
So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole.
Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word.
I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living.
Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind;
Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, my hand passes through your black hair, my resentment passes through your network cable, do you know who I am?
Stopping here suddenly makes people feel very suspense...
In fact, I want to say that Joe's backyard is about to catch fire...
Finished reading. It's so beautiful, I can't bear to part with it. Since I fell into the author's trap, I found that my mouth has been tricked, and then, the glorious book shortage π_π. . Damn, let's open a new pit! Thank you for your hard work!
I won't have fun with Ayan again
I tried it again and loved it! Such a cute boy, such a good boy. Finally, when I looked at the starry sky, I suddenly felt that this song is so suitable for Yan Bao's love.
Flip the table! No kidding...
Isn't the final ending where these two guys fall in love with each other and get together?
Ah! How can this be worthy of me who has been here since the first few chapters of this article?
Could it be that she fell in love with Qianyan?~~~Qianyan can only love 44. Author's reply:
Qianyan only loves Sisi, absolutely
I just want to praise my eldest sister for her shamelessness
Dreams are destined to be a lonely journey, and doubts and ridicules are inevitable on the road, but so what, you must live beautifully even if you are bruised and bruised. A life with dreams is complete. The road of creation is difficult and requires more friends who are in the same industry to support each other and make progress together. Achievements may not be the most important. What we need is to make continuous progress bit by bit. If you are interested, please ask me [(二一九儿五二是一五山)] , the editor gives you another choice, just so that you will no longer be alone on this road. ,,
Another pit! The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, my hand passes through your black hair, my resentment passes through your network cable, do you know who I am?
Stopping here suddenly makes people feel very suspense... In fact, I want to say that Joe's backyard is about to catch fire...
Finished reading. It's so beautiful, I can't bear to part with it. Since I fell into the author's trap, I found that my mouth has been tricked, and then, the glorious book shortage π_π. . Damn, let's open a new pit! Thank you for your hard work!
I won't have fun with Ayan again
I tried it again and loved it! Such a cute boy, such a good boy. Finally, when I looked at the starry sky, I suddenly felt that this song is so suitable for Yan Bao's love.
Flip the table! No kidding... Isn't the final ending where these two guys fall in love with each other and get together? Ah! How can this be worthy of me who has been here since the first few chapters of this article?
Could it be that she fell in love with Qianyan?~~~Qianyan can only love 44. Author's reply: Qianyan only loves Sisi, absolutely