Autumn Water and Long Sky

[This article has been overhauled and we are not responsible for piracy] [Dead life or death, the shameless, heartless male protagonist × the female protagonist who is a gangster who loves money more than his life and is unethical] Do you remember that there is no old red board on the half-mile bridge across the Qingxi River, there are too few people in the long autumn sky, the deserted sunshine is falling, and only one willow tree is bent over. Reading guide: ·Shuangfei ·Eight years age difference ·Drama BE ·Everything in the article is purely fictitious. The location, rank, etc. Are the author's personal assumptions. Please do not refer to real life. ———————————————————————— Receive new articles in advance: "After Pingxi" Small town literature, secret love, youth, and the rainy season. The following is the new copy: △ I spent the first seventeen years with Chen Zhou. We ate from the same bowl of rice, slept in the same bed, and drank milk from the same breast. I heard that mother's milk is her blood. Sometimes I wonder if there is still some common blood in our bodies. Chen Zhou said, we grew up in Pingxi and our roots are in Pingxi. So after Pingxi, I never saw him again. △ When I was fifteen years old, my mother and father and I burned incense and worshiped Buddha. Thanks to the gods, I was admitted to Yuzhong. Also enrolled at the same time were my two good friends, a childhood sweetheart and a bamboo horse. I liked my childhood sweetheart Chen Zhou, and Chen Zhou liked my childhood sweetheart Li Sifan. I felt that this was God's punishment for me not studying hard and secretly reading ridiculous romance novels in class, which also poured a lot of blood on my life. So I learned the hard way, my head was hanging from my head and my butt was stabbing, and I stayed up late reading at night, barely catching up with the car exhaust of Chen Zhou and Li Sifan. But my sister has a good attitude, and she is not as knowledgeable as them. Compared with those who are not as good as her, she is also the boss. △ The turning point of the story happened in my second year of high school. The fateful trajectories of Chen Zhou and I that had drifted apart were brought back together, with the bones broken but the tendons still connected. Chen Zhou and I were lying side by side on the narrow bed in the room like we had done when we were children. Chen Zhou said to me, Xie Qiang, how about we die for our love. I said, who will be sacrificed to you? Then you have to go ahead of me so that I can die. He said, I will die for you, you will die for me, and we will be companions on the road to hell. ▲ Secret love literature, small town literature, bloody literature, ancient literature, and micro group portrait literature. (The Westerners next door are polishing) Intention: The world is in turmoil, and you and I are doomed