"The paper plane will land one day, but the dream described on the paper plane will not."
He said that he was a puddle of mud, couldn't see the sun, and couldn't figure out the direction.
He thought his life would be like this, until the sunset shone on a young man that day, and the young man stretched out his hand to him, just like he did countless times in the future.
Lu Chenzhou told him seriously, gently but firmly, "Everyone has what I can and what I want. Now, tell me, tell me, and I will belong to you."
This is a relaxing story, a story with twists and turns, and a story that cannot be told when you are young.
In early autumn, the palm of Lu Chenzhou's hand was hot. The man's eyes were full of smiles, which were more dazzling than any scenery he had ever seen.
Jiang Hexing opened his lips, "This is my first time confessing my love. Don't laugh at me."
Lu Chenzhou smiled even more, and he hooked his hot palm
"Don't be nervous, boyfriend."
Concept: Youth is an unknown journey