[The product of imagination, bloody head]
Copywriting 1
Cheng Qian believed that he had done good deeds and accumulated virtue, and there was no one he could feel sorry for in his life.
Except...
My own little bamboo horse.
Xiao Zhuma had been playing with him since childhood, until after graduating from college, Xiao Zhuma confessed to him.
Cheng Qian: How do you feel when your friend who you have been playing with since childhood is gay? It feels like a thunderbolt, thank you.
Later.
In front of Xiao Zhuma's grave, Cheng Qian was heartbroken.
Once back in high school.
Cheng Qian: What's the best way to break this feeling? Of course I bend with him. (Squints and smiles)
Xie Yu: (touching his head) So good.
Copywriting 2 [Small Attack Perspective]
Xie Yu's world is monotonous.
His father's gambling started at some point, dragging him and his mother into the abyss.
But he should have expected that his sun would shine on him regardless.
No one dislikes this shining presence.
Last time he hesitated and let go of the light.
He won't let go this time.
Gentle and paranoid artistic student attack x escape from cute and fickle feelings
Food guide:
1. This is a mindless little sweet article. It is recommended to read it as a snack before going to bed.
2. There is a lot of blood, the author loves to spill it, please don't enter if you mind
3. A short and sweet article, no abuse in the whole process, easy and no brain-burning
4. It's over if I want to cut it off, it doesn't matter if nobody cares (breaks down and cries)
Intention: Return to my youth and redeem each other with you
