Tired of Thinking

When Yu Zhuyi meets someone, she says that Li Shutan is the red rose she picked, the white moonlight she fished ashore, and her muse, controlling her joys and sorrows, and pulling her forward or backward. Behind Yu Zhuyi, his bones were twisted by thorny vines, burned by the moonlight, his inspiration was exhausted, he was immersed in the abyss of darkness, and stayed in place. The throbbing that once seemed uncontrollable and the joy that could easily be obtained has now become the most abrasive knife, biting the two of them bit by bit. "Suiyi, what do you think of our current relationship?" Yu Zhuyi still remembered that Li Shutan was leaning on the railing of the balcony with his back to him, and the gauze was blown up by the wind, blurring his vision. She almost collapsed and suppressed her trembling before she could stabilize her tone and pretend to say something calmly. "Really?" Li Shutan said with unclear meaning, the cigarette in his hand burned to the end. In the evening, Yu Zhuyi stood in front of Li Shutan and watched her get into someone else's car. Very good, ​Isn't it? The down-and-out writer and the rising painter, be Intention: Live a positive life and learn to let yourself go