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He used "sixty-four grids" to accidentally frame her life back and forth. He was hit in the corner of the eye by her clamp, but from then on he was in the confusion of love and affection. He is a child wandering in the wilderness of human nature. What was hidden under the unruly eyes... She fell into the life spell set by the sixty-four grids without realizing it, but she lit up the prodigal son's gloomy eyes with her pure and innocent heart. God opened many doors for her, but she inexplicably walked into the door of "life and death". When the clip accidentally fell out of my hand, fate had already arranged the joys and sorrows at every node. Love is like fire, can destruction be reborn? Time is like ice, how can it melt when frozen? Hope, wait! I just hope that the youthful style described with innocence and affection can be exchanged for a "kiss" from God? Perhaps, all that is left is a dark hickey, which looks neither light nor light. Who will truly appreciate the countless twists and turns in it...

He is a teacher and she is his student. Four years later, he was still a teacher and she became his colleague. Love rushed to them again. When she saw the teacher again, she wrote in her diary: "I have never been so lucky that I have grown up!" When he saw her four years later, the briefest thing he said was: "I am old!" The love between teacher and student is humble. When she became his colleague, was this relationship allowed by the world? Teacher, is it a profession or a symbol?

He used "sixty-four grids" to accidentally frame her life back and forth. He was hit in the corner of the eye by her clamp, but from then on he was in the confusion of love and affection. He is a child wandering in the wilderness of human nature. What was hidden under the unruly eyes... She fell into the life spell set by the sixty-four grids without realizing it, but she lit up the prodigal son's gloomy eyes with her pure and innocent heart. God opened many doors for her, but she inexplicably walked into the door of "life and death". When the clip accidentally fell out of my hand, fate had already arranged the joys and sorrows at every node. Love is like fire, can destruction be reborn? Time is like ice, how can it melt when frozen? Hope, wait! I just hope that the youthful style described with innocence and affection can be exchanged for a "kiss" from God? Perhaps, all that is left is a dark hickey, which looks neither light nor light. Who will truly appreciate the countless twists and turns in it...

"Impossible. He said he would never let me find him. Never." She couldn't believe it, picked up the shovel on the side, and took another shovel. Others looked at the crazy Tian Mang and were dumbfounded. This momentum is simply deadly. She directed the other two people to change corners, then she got down with the shovel, stood on the shovel, weighed it, then got down again to feel it again. "Yeah." Tian Mang felt something and hurriedly took out the shovel, squatted on the ground, and dug hard. Yin Liding's head came out first. He seemed to still be conscious. He was in pain immediately after being shoveled lightly. The stone next to him almost pressed down on him.