Her voice is beautiful, with a unique autumn atmosphere.
Her name is very nice, Bai Xiao, Bai Xiao. It is the white butterfly that belongs only to summer that he will never forget.
One by one
On that summer solstice, Xu Su was no longer the frivolous young master before.
He lowered his head for one person, lifted up her fishtail skirt and pressed it against the corner of her lips.
He Baixiao looked at the young man who was changing her dancing shoes and smiled lightly.
She whispered, her voice soft and soft:
"Xu Su, Xia Tian is gone."
By the summer of that year, she had long since given up on him.
Xu Suan tightened his hand for a moment, his eyes turned red.
"Bai Xiao, the cicadas don't stop chirping."
The girl blinked her eyes and asked him doubtfully: "Have you found the sound of cicadas that belongs to you? That is not my midsummer."
One by one
He BaiZhu looked at the man without an umbrella in the rain, with ridicule and ridicule in his eyes.
Mr. Xu also has today.
One by one
He folded in the summer, staring at butterflies that did not belong to him.
In the midsummer of that year, the girl wore a green skirt and held a reed with morning dew in her hand.
The wheat ears, with the most blazing look, are printed in the hot sun and shine with the most dazzling light.
Intention: Wait until you find the right person