The Little Mute Was Also Raised Well Today

- In the mist and rain of Nancheng, Xia Nian grew up obediently to the age of seventeen. Then, the day before the eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, he was thrown into the cold and windy Beicheng. In the weather with graupel snow and ice pellets intertwined. Xia Nian merges with the world, and everything turns white. - The roar of the locomotive was intertwined with the smoke, and the sparks erupted after the fuel was not fully burned, igniting a white alley. Xu Cifeng crossed over with his long legs, narrowed his sharp eyebrows, and casually picked up someone on the roadside. "Little mute, come up." Then he rounded out his thin cheeks and slimmed down by three points from his original height. The hand holding the paintbrush will not turn red in winter, and the dry voice will still call out the sweet "brother". Then, he lost the little mute. - During the seven years of not seeing each other, the can ring was always stuck in the finger bone. I wonder if the heartless laughter of the young man at that time would still ring out the same moment when the wedding ring could no longer be worn. It's just that when we meet again, it's better to be more decent. Xia Nian looked at the person sitting next to the bed. The hand holding the cigarette expertly took out a few bright red cash notes from the wallet. It looks very much like the red marks on the roots of my legs many years ago. Then he heard Xu Cifeng ask: "Are these enough?" "It's not enough." But seven years ago, Xu Cifeng clearly asked, "Does it hurt?" ·1V1, HE, double c double first love ·Shou is not really mute, there is another reason for not speaking Concept: Love is the perdition of free will