Noon Love

Mo Qifeng was so angry that he couldn't even remember how all this started in a daze. It was like a prank that ended in vain, adding a new twist to his life. Qiao Anhuai also teased him, "Don't you know that you have countless women? Why did you feel so embarrassed and hurt your self-esteem when you were raped by others this time?" Bi Yan didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at the podium. After staring for a long time, he leaned over to Mo Qifeng. When Bi Yan approached, Mo Qifeng turned his body warily, his eyes full of suspicion, "Actually, I just knew later, I made a mistake and was regarded as a clown for so long. When the time comes, I understand." She paused, "Clowns can't break into theatergoers' lives. That's not romance, that's mental illness." Song Yihao threw away the cigarette butt, stood up and looked down at her, "That means you will have many opportunities to see me in the future." I meet your brother-in-law! Bi Yan shouted at his back in his heart, and suddenly remembered in a daze that from the beginning of the third year of junior high school to now, no matter how she avoided it after that, and even went to another city to wander, living the worst and lowest life, the relationship between them has always been vague. They have been gone for four years now. The days of The Walking Dead have passed by in a blink of an eye. Meng Baiwei smiled. Another thing she didn't introduce was Qiao Anhuai. In fact, they were engaged when she was eighteen, but they had always been just like passers-by, even strangers. But Meng Baiwei came to this school where he stayed. She would wear colorful or very mature, sexy and hot clothes, and would say spicy and sarcastic words that were extremely inconsistent with her identity, but her heart was always cold, as if there was another person outside her body who was watching every one of her actions. With such a contradictory appearance and interior, wasn't she sick? She sometimes laughs at herself like this. In fact, it's not that she is sick, but that all of them are too deeply involved in the drama. That poem says so well: People have to hate and love at the same time. Laugh and cry with the same eyes Throwing rocks with the same hands and pile up stones Make love out of war and make war out of love. So, who left in the end and who is still there?