Library

In the library, he helped a junior student with a spirit of helping others. Later, the junior student turned into a highly respected senior. He can be said to be haunted every day and can be seen wherever he goes. Yang Xixi painted as usual, and on the painting paper were hibiscus flowers in early summer. Shen Shijin walked over at this time and stood quietly behind him, his slender shadow reflected on the floor. Yang Xixi turned her body and asked with a sweet smile: "What do you think?" Her eyes showed that she wanted to praise me quickly. With a smile on her lips, Shen Shijin bent down and hugged her body, "There's something missing!" "What's missing?" "Of course it's me who's missing," his tone was unquestionable.

That year, Nan Nian met a man who was as good as jade in the world. From then on, the fragrance of tea refreshes the heart, and the red light prays. The south wind blows in October, and the red maples are rolling, twisting and turning into silence. Entering the game with love, I wonder who fell into the tenderness of a hundred feet? I understand your grief in the late autumn, understand your silent eyes, wipe away half an inch of your tears, hold your passing hand, everything has turned into inanimate matter.