Jiangpan Nian·Tang Chi
Flowers of the high mountains and the sun itself
Jiang Pannian suddenly came to life one day in winter, and she met someone she had never imagined meeting.
That person pours out warmth brightly, wantonly, and without reservation.
His world is filled with flowers, cheers, and love.
There are nightmares, insomnia, and tears in her world.
She had imagined how to die quietly, but she had never thought about how to love someone again.
"My life is a backwater."
"But if there is sunshine, I will trickle down."
To our dying youth.
I don't know how to describe these feelings, it's like the good and the bad are mixed together, boiled until the wine soup bubbles.
They are all people hidden in my heart, and let me tell these stories slowly.
"You don't have to tell your hurt in this way."
"And you can obviously be the perpetrator."
Tang Chi, Tang Chi. Galloping like the wind, passionate and flamboyant, like the reeds growing wantonly in summer, it seems that the heaven and earth cannot accommodate his footprints, and he can keep running to farther places.
This is Jiang Pannian and everyone's memory of him.
The heart beating in the darkness was full of blood, and what was surging in the blood was sincerity and goodwill.
This is a memory that belongs to Jiang Pannian and is unknown to others.
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Siblings (half a year apart +) childhood sweethearts + reunited
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Arias and Farewell Poems.
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