The Fourth Type of Ambiguity: Pure White Black (Published)

■Fengshangge tells you that reading is a beautiful thing. ■Http://www. Hongxiu. Com/fengshang/ ============================================= Even though our love has turned into a tragic injury, it still remains the same as when we first met, never changing. Overnight, he had no contact with her anymore. He was still his middle school teacher, but she became the leading painter in the country. So what if we fall in love? When the crystal in the left hand is gone, the promise will no longer be effective, and happiness will disappear without a trace... Many years later, she realized that the so-called crystal in her left hand was love. It's a pity that their love was exiled because of sadness and betrayal that year. He said: "Even the sea can turn into a mulberry field, let alone us? We have all changed, and no one dares to bear this love!" She said: "Your love for me is like a disaster." Love is like this, it will deteriorate when it expires. After hurting each other, they are destined to never be the same again. However, when she met Raphael, who was as calm as water and had amber eyes, everything was different. She was set up to be ruined. But Raphael said to him: "Come, give me your hand. I will take you to experience happiness..." ============================================= ■Pure white black classic quotes [changed from time to time]■ ============================================= ① Su Tong continued to wave his hand: "Don't make any noise." He still looked deeply at the blurry glass, paying special attention. He moved his lips slightly towards the glass window, but made no sound: Wen Bella, there is your reflection on the glass window... ② "Look, when it loses its gorgeous appearance and only the pale flesh is left, the difference is so big. Just like Su Tong's feelings for you, the surface is different..." He said one word at a time, and every word left a deep mark on Ji Weiliang's heart. ③Su Tong stood outside the glass door of the airport, wearing thin black clothes that were hidden by the night. He placed a shallow kiss on the cold glass door and murmured in a low voice: "Wen Bella, goodbye." No matter how bright the star is, it cannot illuminate his obscure heart. He just stared at his reflection on the glass door, dazed. ============================================= ■Book review by Feng Shang Ge Xiao Luo editor■ http://www. Hongxiu. Com/diary/view/view. Asp? Id=1006060