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There must be certain things in this life that people cannot get what they want. Hu Linyuan said that he can't tell the difference between feelings and so on.
Yang Qi disagreed.
He turned sideways and looked through the glass door at the position of their table indoors. The heat clung to the window, making his vision blurry——
When Zhang Xiao was sharing something, if there was any disagreement, Yao Zhong would interrupt appropriately and Zhang Xiao would cover his mouth. Yang Mingliang and Zhao Qing each sipped a cup of tea and listened intently, watching them smile, and from time to time they would get together and point at them.
Three seasons have passed since the last time they got together to sing about true love.
The flowers have bloomed, the sun has shined, and the cool breeze has blown. Is there anything else that remains unclear?
It's just that some people are not very lucky and have to go into winter clearly.
Intention: You can only say that I am not a great man, but you and I must never be said to be sinners.