Origin of Lilac

I don't know whether you come from the past or the future. Time is just a gust of wind that blows me away, but I can't see where the wind comes from. The west wind last night, The lamp is alone and the shadow is alone, the quilt is cold and the wine is cold, Listening to the wind on the porch in the middle of the night, cherishing the flowers falling like rain, Look at the sky and the wild geese flying to the west, It's easy to be sad and broken, and it's hard to hold a brocade book. Sitting alone without sleep at three o'clock in the morning, The dream was covered with clear frost, and when I woke up there were still traces of tears. In his years of mist and rain, the apricot blossoms were exchanged for wine. Where are the old people now? After the tenderness, can the remaining situation be exchanged for the happiness of the past? Ziyuan got ready and took the lead to attack. After a while, he used a set of ancestral pinecone phlegm-shaking lightning whips that had reached the state of perfection. Maybe he swung the spell too long before casting, and was blocked by Erpang. Ziyuan turned back and attacked again, not wanting his hand to be caught. Erpang used a set of internal skills and mental skills to catch up with him, and he directly threw him. Ziyuan, who had fallen to the ground with a heavy weight, spat out the mud in his mouth, "Good boy, there are still two more moments." Then he suddenly stood up, and very quickly, he launched another attack. This time, the fat man was careless and did not dodge. Although he caught Ziyuan's fist, he could not avoid the sweeping kick from his lower body and fell to the ground immediately. . . Ziyuan leaned against the door, calmed down for a while, slid to the ground with relief, and opened the bag in his hand, Nani? Ziyuan's head grew several times larger in an instant. In addition to the gift he gave, there was one more thing. The translucent packaging and strange outline caught his eye immediately. Well, with the unfolding of the items, Hanhan's brain has become blocked. This should be the legend. . . Lingerie bar. Not knowing what he was thinking, Hanhan subconsciously unfolded his bra and put it on his chest for gestures. It looked impressive. Thinking of this, his face turned red and a shameless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. But for just a moment, he felt worried. What should he do now? Return it again? Tell Xia Qing, I have inspected the goods for you. The material is good and the size is suitable? Or tell her that you lost your underwear and I called the police for you? Ziyuan seemed to see a scene where a big-eared melon slapped his face and was then tortured away by the police uncle as a pervert. . . Zhuoran stood up and stuffed the charger back into his bag, but unexpectedly brought down a small package of something. The child who had just been playing hide and seek said in a sweet voice that it was candy. When he was about to reach out to pick it up, the mother pulled the child away in embarrassment and said that it was not candy. The surrounding passengers covered their mouths and laughed, feeling strange. They glanced at their feet and saw a small, square plastic bag. It was not difficult to guess what it was. Zhuoran was startled at first, then calmly picked it up, tore it open, and stuffed it into his mouth as if nothing had happened. . Zhuoran pretended to be angry: "What kind of tricks does this ambition have?" At the same time, he couldn't help but snicker: "But you can't blame him, how can the couple sleep separately." As he said this, he walked towards Ding Ding, smiling evilly. Ding Ding stepped back involuntarily, accidentally touched the edge of the bed, and fell down on the bed. "What are you going to do?" The voice was trembling, but Zhuo Ran remained unmoved. In the flash of lightning, he received a solid slap on the face, which was crisper than Xiang Yu's carrot. The two of them widened their eyes at the same time. "Why do you still hit people?" Zhuo Ran covered his face pitifully. "Hmm, there's a mosquito on your face." Ding Ding's palm was stained with blood. It turned out that he had killed a mosquito. . . After a while, Zhuoran turned to complain: "I said, why didn't you do it earlier? Now my face is sore and itchy." The blow just now was a steady and hard blow, and it hit the wisdom teeth. Looking at the cutely tense face, Ding Ding smiled knowingly. . . I raised my little face and calculated for a long time, and then started to rummage through the boxes and cabinets, but there was nothing. There is no other way but to work hard. The person in front of him was looking at his cell phone while having fun, and he didn't forget to tell Ding Ding: "The news said that there was a buddy in the United States who forgot to bring his parachute halfway through the skydiving." "Is it that funny?" "Well, luckily I hung it on a tree." Seeing Ding Ding's frown, Zhuo Ran immediately suppressed his smile and listened to her instructions honestly. "You help me buy, um, buy something." Ding Ding said hesitantly. "What are you buying?" "That's it." She was still embarrassed to speak. "Which one?" The two of them guessed at the riddle for a long time, "Oh, it's the sanitary napkin." Ding Ding's face turned red from holding it back, and the air became a little solid. . . Purpose: Combining campus life with the background of the times, integrating various elements of the epidemic, family search, abandonment, pets, and realistic popular memes, and focusing on the character background of the characters???