"My name is Yu Xuan, Yu Shengyu, Huan Xuan."
The person behind me is seriously ill. No, are there any normal people in this class?
The two best friends who were having an affair, the sports committee member who was a dog-licker, and the English class representative who came to trouble me after having a crush on me in junior high school but failed!
Bai Ran couldn't hold on any longer, and Yu Xuan suddenly ran over, carrying a string of autumn lights, sparkling, and bubbles suddenly burst out of his heart.
He didn't seem to have any worries. The boy held his chin up. If I get him, will I feel no pain at all?
OK, I'm going to get him.
The branches of the banyan tree are light and they are still young at this time.
Yu Xuan thought he could keep playing like this with his best friend. The cold winter is coming, and that confession is hidden in the midsummer, and the chirping of cicadas echoes and is drowned. Bai Ran missed the appointment. One month, one whole month, Yu Xuan's hope was shattered.
He thought he didn't see clearly, he was not like him, not like that high-spirited young man.
My father's death looms over the world like a shadow. He couldn't see the sun, never could.
The boy suddenly hugged him hard.
"I like you."
Md, why can I feel a trace of warmth?
For ten years, Bairan's mother seemed to have forgotten her responsibilities as Bairan's mother in order to survive. He was swept away by the wind blowing from the alley.
During this period, he stepped onto the rooftop. The scenery was just right, but at night, the light couldn't be seen clearly. Yu Xuan rushed to him, asking him to stay. Can he stay? If possible, why couldn't I keep my father that year?
Yu Xuan is not a black crow, and Bai Ran is not a white dove, but they are both injured. God allowed them to meet, but did not want to give them a happy process.
"Just keep walking with me like this."
"Okay."
How could a white dove fall in love with a black crow?
But Bai Ran will definitely fall in love with Yu Xuan.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
Concept: The crack in the heart can bloom. Looking forward, the flowers will flourish.
