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Night train This train station is far away from the city and is located in the wilderness. Grass grows on both sides of the track, and you can see the dark mountains when you look up. The station was empty and the draft was howling. I shrank my head and tightened my collar, and followed the large group of people through the ticket gate and corridor, up and down several stairs, and finally boarded the train. The warmth suddenly enveloped my frozen body. I continued to move forward intermittently with the team, and was blocked by people carrying bags from time to time. When I walked to the end of the carriage, the ticket in my palm matched the berth. I breathed a sigh of relief, took off my backpack and threw it on the berth, and threw myself on it.

In the prison where felons are detained in city a: Xu Wenliang was wearing a loose prison uniform, his hands and feet were cuffed, his delicate face was sickly pale, his eyes were covered by long bangs, and he was sitting on his knees on the dirty ground. The boy standing in front of her was wearing a simple white shirt, so clean that it was out of place here. "Gu Jue, please leave." The girl did not raise her head, her childish voice was somewhat vicissitudes of life that was not suitable for her age, and her eyes were obscure. Gu Jue's eyes stung. If we could turn back time, would our ending be different? I am willing to bear all the sins and heavy shackles for you, in exchange for you to look up proudly in the sun. --Xu Wenliang Xu Wenliang slowly closed her eyes. In this way, she preserved her last ray of light. Even if you fall into the abyss and never recover, you will have no regrets. From love comes sorrow, Fear arises out of love. If you are separated from the one you love, No worries and no fears. In this prison, she can only have one purpose: to survive!

During the Three Kingdoms period, the world was in chaos. As several teenagers traveled around the world, conspiracies followed one after another.

Wake up, wake up, let life flourish and tear the cloak of decay. Don't tell people you're sad because it's useless. This sentence was told to me by Xiaojian. I've remembered it ever since. I always remember this scene, the bright hall, the high threshold, the adults shouted to Xiaojian to run, Xiaoqi clenched her fists! So Xiaojian ran away, and I chased after him with my fists pumping. He was either four or five years old. I don't remember why I beat him. Xiaojian was white, fat, and looked silly. Anyone who saw him wanted to bully him.

Embarrassing truth or beautiful falsehood, which one do you choose? Lost Nick Hancock was sitting in the reception room of the Fifth District Police Station. The detective opposite looked very embarrassed. "Mr. Hancock, with all due respect, we can't open a case." "My daughter has been kidnapped." "Mr. Hancock, I understand your feelings, but the thing happened in Westminster Town. That place is too special. We can't interfere. What's more, it is your territory, isn't it?" The policeman had a flattering smile on his lips.

I can't forget, I can't forget, I can't forget your mistakes, I can't forget your goodness... I am listening to this song again. When I hear this melody, I think of the plane tree in your alley. Standing under the tree and looking through the flower wall, I can see the row of floor-to-ceiling windows. The window glass is always spotless. You are standing in front of the window, holding a book, white skirt, black hair, dimples on your cheeks... It all seems like yesterday. Shao Qi stood under the door number of No. 21 Siqing Road, looking at the unmarked courtyard behind the iron gate, the slide, seesaw, and swing under the wisteria flower trellis.

It's always night in downtown. People in brightly-colored clothes flooded into the streets, like fish swimming under the narrow night sky, with colorful and strange shapes, moving and spitting bubbles. As usual, I sat in Maoyu Restaurant in a daze. My name is Jin Lu, I am twenty-two years old, unemployed and homeless. There are only nights in Xiacheng District, at least for me, I sleep from morning to night and only eat one meal every day. "Maoyu" is a cheap Japanese food store. There is a giant pink lucky cat at the door, and the entire wall is covered with a circling golden dragon. I could only afford the cheapest sukiyaki noodles, and the lady boss gave me a bowl of miso soup. If she was in a good mood, there would be an egg in the soup. "Jin Sang, what are you thinking about when you look out the window?" I looked away.

Late at night, a woman in loose clothes stood alone on the rooftop of the building. The wind was strong and kept lifting her clothes and hair. The woman pressed her right hand on her lower abdomen. The changing light of the giant billboard in front intertwined with her expressionless face. From a distance, the little person stood in the middle of the four flame-cast characters of "Mingguang Group", like a black matchstick. Tomorrow Star TV jumps between different news channels. ... A blockbuster release of research results shocked the entire academic world.

There was no one on the road late at night except for the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. The light from the street lights was pale and yellow, and the shadows of the sycamore trees were reflected on the vine-covered wall at the entrance of the alley. The shadows flowed down like water and gradually merged with the pool of blood on the ground. There was a man sitting on the ground, holding a young woman covered in blood. Her blood was stained on his white shirt. The man's eyes were dull as he watched the woman close her eyes in his arms... Five years later. T city. The originally peaceful seaside town became a popular tourist destination overnight with the popularity of a documentary on Republic of China architecture shot here, with people from all over the country flocking here. Even the most famous university in the provincial capital, T University, also lost its tranquility.

The world you don't want, beneath the ruins, there is a rusty immortal wish. --Ye Feng The sky is dark blue, the desert is dark yellow, the highway is dark gray, and a man is standing on the roadside to stop the car. The man's eyes were as small as a field mouse, and his belly stretched out the buttons of his shirt. All the cars passed by at high speed, and he kept wiping his sweat and fanning himself. It was getting late, and just when he was about to despair, a sky blue car stopped. The man bent down and saw clearly that the driver was a beautiful woman, and his mouth opened slightly. The woman honked the horn impatiently, and the man jumped up in fright, pointed to the ground and said timidly: "I still have some goods, can I take them with me?" The woman saw the bundle of garbage-like cloth rolls and opened the trunk without saying a word. The man thanked him profusely, moved the things up, and drove away without being able to cover the back cover of the car.

She had the same dream over and over again. She stood in a forest filled with fallen leaves, and through the diffuse mist, at the end of the path, stood the tall figure of a man. In her dreams, her first reaction was always to run over and hug the man tightly. She had never seen that person's face clearly before. The eager and sad feelings were so real, but they no longer existed after she woke up. The girl sat up with her arms raised. The sky was dark and her forehead felt cold. The wind blew through the treetops, rustling like rain, and the white skirt was almost transparent in the moonlight.

Nanjing natives love pickled fish and hate eating spinach. Libra is an indecisive planet person. I think I am extremely incapable of asking Tarot cards every time I eat or dress. Working a job where you can watch movies at any time. Like director Wenders and writer Graham, they even let themselves believe that God exists, at least in the world of artists. Representative works: The "Pursuer" series with "Li Zhen × Tang Guangxiao" as the CP, published exclusively in "The Most Reasoning". This is your history, and it is also my destiny. I once yearned for the deep ocean, but in the end I was buried here.