Weed

We love each other for life, life is too short. "Chen Sinian, I won't spend the winter with you this year." In that small, remote and backward county, everyone called him a beast and a lowly person. Chen Sinian was like a mad dog biting anyone he saw. The boy's mania could not be restrained, and it surged like a tsunami. And Xu Shi's words were like the cold wind from the north, blowing harshly on people, waking them up and making Chen Sinian sober. Chen Sinian lazily leaned against the wall, sneered with a smile on his lips, and then said calmly: "What are you afraid of? Do you believe it or not, even if the sun disappears, I can tear out a ray of light for you to see." When Xu Shi couldn't hold on any longer, Chen Sinian was her only belief. Young people are like weeds. They can survive in the cracks and cracks in the harsh weather of cold winter and heavy snow, and break through the ground against strong winds to grow. [Those involved in the sensitive topics of campus bullying, domestic violence and even sexual harassment related to this article have been sanctioned by law] Intention: We must never lose in summer