After Pingxi

Double update tonight, finished, uploaded to V on 4.11 Full order only costs 2.95, Please support genuine products. △ 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, micro group portrait literature, be. (The Westerners next door are polishing) Update in the next edition: Leaving Yangguan in the West Song Bie never expected to meet Xie Lang again. When they were young, they competed for first and second place in school. She was not interested in ranking. The first thing she said to him was, well, I know I am good. When she grew up, she asked the man who looked almost the same as Xie Lang but claimed to be Zhou Yin, "Are you interested in having sex? You seem to be very good." Intention: Live well and make progress every day