Varna Late Autumn

I'm so pitiful. There are a few menopausal women in the world who write beautiful love stories and still want to be sweet, ah, kill me! Synopsis of the story: In late autumn, century-old maple trees bloom like fireworks, and in the distant mountains that have never been visited by humans, mandrills and doves sing, the breeze rustles the wheat waves, and dandelion seeds spurt out. The monsoon wind carries the fragrance of earth as they pass by visitors from another world. It was the late autumn in Varna. As a golden-fingered Earth star, Feng Keats found that he seemed to have nothing to do until he met the wind-like woman Sonia, a girl who looked like Jane Eyre but was not Jane Eyre. She was brave and tenacious, and had a great wish. She wanted to enter the tower and become the person in charge of the scales. As an ordinary person, she had the ambition to hang the First Augustus... About beautiful love? Probably ~ I want to take you to a sunny and warm place to fall in love, but you have the ambition to reach the moon from the sky. It doesn't matter, I can build a ladder for you, and even become a good blacksmith... The best way to get along with the world is not only to integrate, but also to overthrow it and build a new world for love. That's it for this article. I can't write a simple story. Many of my friends said they couldn't understand it. In fact, I've just started. OK… I've done more than 70 character biographies, and it will become more complicated. Entering V to update the third chapter, I guess... I am so hopeless. I think back to the time when I had three novels published and updated 20,000 times a day. It was like a dream... In fact, my life source had been exhausted at that time. Sometimes I ask myself, you are a shameless braggart and brag to others that I will write until I am sixty years old. Well, let's live until then. I recently bought an inversion machine, hoping it will be helpful to me. I am grateful to the girls for their tolerance, consideration and generosity. I wish you well. This story, even if no one reads it, will be treated seriously and rigorously. I have experienced something like this. In my first initial series, I wrote a book for seven people. When people reach my age, they only learn one thing, don't force it, be grateful, and then give myself to the writing gods and you, whatever you arrange for me. Chapter twenty-seven begins to enter V. Purpose: Learning is the only way out for love