Suddenly it occurred to me that this book seemed to have been written in the style of Qu Xiaoqu.
I don't know if I will continue to update, mainly because the plot line is too huge, so I will change it.
——26.3 Stay
In the summer of 17, she met him for the first time.
At that time, Jiang Qian had just turned eighteen and was a young boy. He did what bad students like to do, sleeping, skipping classes, smoking and drinking, and dyeing his hair, but he still got the first grade in his grade.
Only Ji Yu knew that the light next door was on in the middle of the night.
That day, the door next door was not open and light leaked out.
Ji Yu glanced over and saw that the young man was wearing gold-framed glasses, and his blond hair was not trimmed, covering his eyebrows. He was immersed in writing the title. When he saw Ji Yu coming, he just raised his eyes slightly, leaned over, and smiled friendly at the other party.
Then, Jiang Qian continued to lower his head and work on the physics question.
When Ji Yu walked over, shaking the skirt of her pajamas, the lotus-white flowers flew up, blurring her eyes.
The young man put down his pen, immediately jumped up from his chair, and closed the door very gently. In the end, the man threw himself on the bed in shame.
The latest pop music is playing in the headphones, stopping and going, over and over again.
Jiang Qian listened to it, but it sounded like a love song.
He likes her.
Ji Yu also asked Jiang Qian why he didn't study hard during the day instead of spending endless nights one after another.
Jiang Qian just said calmly: "It's too noisy during the day."
Later, Ji Yu found out that Jiang Qian was waiting for someone.
At night, he kept having the same dream over and over again.
He was a general that night, and he knew that after getting on the horse, whether he could come back was not certain.
His first wife was the princess promised to him by the emperor.
The princess was dressed in pink and neon clothes, standing on the balcony. Regardless of her own image, she shouted: "You must come back and marry me."
Jiang Qian looked back and met her eyes. He responded with a heavy "Okay" in his heart.
"Okay" was like a piece of gold, but he still couldn't say it.
A promise, an endless promise, he couldn't keep it.
The portion is too heavy.
Love is like the flying smoke that rises when a horse's hooves hit the ground.
Blood splashed out from the scabbard and splashed on the endless white sand. Jiang Qian pressed the bloody hole on his shoulder and spat out blood foam.
He shook the long hair that was condensed together, raised his head, and looked at the lonely moon.
"The lonely moon in the bright sky..."
Was she thinking about him too.
Instantly, blood spurted out.
——The tip of the spear pierced his chest.
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●I was lazy and didn't write the copy, I'll do it next time
●The world view is huge, past and present life/myths and legends/modern fiction
●I'm a novice at writing. If I can't write well, I can edit it.
Purpose: live a good life