Flowers Falling on the Street

A pair of people for life, half dreaming, half awake and half floating. Before meeting her, he was just a cynical and handsome young man; After meeting her, he was still a cynical and handsome young man... Uh~ In fact, I just want to spend my whole life waiting for her. Can be gathered and dispersed, like flowers fading in the morning and evening in the evening. Five years ago, she smiled and asked him bluntly, "Do you have a sweetheart?" Five years later, things have changed. With tears in her eyes, she forced a smile and said, "Wen Jin, I haven't seen you in five years. You seem to have lost weight." A simple greeting expressed all the lovesickness. But~ All the things happened yesterday are like water without a trace. Today or today, I am no longer a stranger to you. In the lonely night, he lost his composure and asked, "Where is that Lan Che who never flinched when faced with trouble, and was even brave enough to sacrifice his life?" In the hall, she told him in a nonchalant way, "Yes, I have changed because I want a better life." White dew grows on the jade steps, and it invades the stockings for a long time at night. But under the crystal curtain, I gazed at the exquisite autumn moon. The seemingly sad life trajectory is actually a conspiracy manipulated by others~ The tears she wiped away wet her cuffs, and she secretly made a wish that she would no longer hold back and give in. "The emperor and heaven are above, and the faithful daughter is blue and calm. She lives in Daming Mansion and is like everyone else. I don't know that her fate is unlucky and she encounters unexpected events. As a result, her father died and her husband divorced, and she was trapped in the harem, unable to control herself. The faithful daughter vowed not to hold back and give in, but to repay the pain she suffered until the great revenge was avenged. May people and gods learn from it." In the world of mortals, flowers will eventually fall in bloom~ Presented by small theater Under the sycamore tree in the backyard, two figures turned from faint to thick, slowly running closer. "This is it." Wen Jin looked around at the leafy sycamore tree and the equally beautiful high courtyard wall next to it. "We can leave the house by jumping from the tree to the outside of the courtyard wall." Lan Che, who was holding his waist to catch his breath, raised his head, and then was dumbfounded, "What, do you think I can fly?" "It's up to you to decide whether to go or not. I don't care anyway." Lan Che gritted his teeth silently, "Okay, I really want to go." "I'm holding you up below, so I can't knock you down." Wen Jin said in a nonchalant tone. "What?" Lan Che was chirping as usual, "Do you understand whether men and women can have sex or not?" "Really, then let's forget about it." Wen Jin was still unhurried. Lan Che hesitated, "I'll go, but don't mention this to others..." [Summary] Shell is a slow and meticulous job, but once a day is more secure. This article is not a palace fight in the traditional sense. It begins with "emotion", is born from "emotion", and ends with "emotion". Prepare your helmet to pick up the bricks, just collect them, flowers and other requests, don't show mercy, hit the shell as hard as you can