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Lin Huaiyuan's pretentious expression was always on the surface. When he smiled, he squinted his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, thus creating a smile. So it wasn't until much later that I discovered that when he laughed, his crow's feet were extremely obvious, a few lines spread out at the corners of his eyes, and his lips lifted upwards, exposing his gums. Laugh, then follow with a still-smiling "ouch", like a salute at the end of a letter.
Sometimes, I stare at Lin Huaiyuan's mother for a long time. I imagined how she beat him in the past and how she drove Lin Yi to the edge. I looked at her, wondering what kind of emotional support she could bring to Lin Huaiyuan after she woke up. My relative's weight is 56 kilograms, she is a thin old lady, it is written on the medical record.
I was about to fall asleep, but Zhou Xu's voice came clearly and calmly: "I am telling you these joys of marriage, not to ask you to compromise now. Of course you can firmly believe in the fairy tale-like feelings, bravely pursue purity, and continue to live like you said. But our lives are telling You, I'm telling you, it doesn't matter if you don't get what you want now. It doesn't matter if you are too tired. It doesn't matter if you live like us, we will still have a happy life. This is also a kind of happiness. I hope you can go far, but I will still welcome you back. "
After she finished speaking, I realized that it was not me who was following her from below, but we were always following each other.
Zhou Xu continued: "Are you just looking for one person to fulfill your romance?"
I wanted to nod, but I was about to fall asleep. At this time, my phone rang, and Ye Feng's call came from outside the door: "Qingqing! Let's go!"
I was so coddled that I was bluffing and relying on certainty of love, and I felt uneasy about ambiguous relationships that required guesswork. I am like a running program that can only deal with serious or non-serious feelings, and I am at a loss in the middle. I kept asking if I liked it or not, but I didn't know if the answer was really that important.
If you cut off all the threads hanging from the knife, you will still be riddled with holes. So I can only drag it, deal with the unavoidable things first, and then pick up the other things when they fall automatically. This is still stretched.
Everyone thought he could make a horse angry with his clothes, but in the end, he was tied by the saddle and shackles and couldn't break free. He fell off the horse and was still dragged on the ground. It was difficult to maintain his dignity.
Concept: I always feel that the south is romantic with falling flowers, and the overwhelming catkins in the north are the spring that is even more inevitable.
