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[The full text is complete, welcome to the pit! ] The evening breeze was blowing, and the drunken Zhou Luo stood on the steps, looking down at Bai Luofan below the steps. The young man's eyes were gentle and could not tolerate anyone else. She pointed to the slightly dancing flags not far away and said, "Look, the wind is picking up." The young man was silent, the night wind blew across his cheeks, and the drunk girl was teetering on the high ground. He carried the girl on his back all the way, and she murmured on his back: "The wind blows and the flags move..." The young man paused and responded softly. It's not the wind that's moving, it's not the flags that are moving, it's the young man's heartbeat. Ps: The growth direction of young people, the extra sweetness is beyond the imagination!