Ye Zhulan’s 14th birthday came quietly.
She moved her body into the bed, her delicate and soft body sideways, and the curves falling from her waist reveal the softness of her heart.
Qin An slept on the other side, with a ceramic little man in the middle, and the two were separated by a little man. He smelled the scent of virginity revealed by her body, tightly next to the thin blanket, and gradually felt his eyelids falling down a little sleepy.
The two agreed not to do bad things tonight, and looked at each other. In the faint lights that fell, the love between the boy and the girl was like rain that kept scattering outside the window, scattering on the window one by one, lingering in their hearts.
The lights were turned off, and the windows were as quiet as outside. Listening to the rain hitting the banana tree, the sometimes graceful and sometimes strong voices like Song and Yuan lyrics, as if they had penetrated time and space, comforting the lonely and lonely soul.
Ye Zhulan, happy birthday.Ye Zhulan in front of her was confused, Qin An comforted the little ceramic man she was still holding, and tears still wet the pillow.
Time flies, forward, backward, or interlaced, making Qin An unable to tell clearly. The curtains gradually become dilapidated, with spider silk hanging, the brand new textbooks have curly corners, the beautiful notebook is dyed with ink, and the notebook is covered with notebooks, the solid wooden chairs become creaking, and the wardrobe against the wall is empty, and the rusty hooks are shaking.
Qin An got up, frowned and pushed away the moldy quilt covered with his body, and found in confusion that he was dressed neatly. HennyPle custom suits starting at $4,000 were from No. 15 Lundsevier Street, and his tall body suddenly jumped over 180 cm.
What surprised him even more was that he was so peaceful about all this. Yes, there was nothing he didn't get used to. This is him, a so-called successful person who was well-dressed and glamorously glamorous, and the so-called social elite.
The little girl sleeping next to her holding the little man was gone. The old rotten wooden door was pushed open, and a tall woman walked in with her legs bent.
She had long vertical black hair loose, and fell neatly beside her shoulder blades, revealing her thin cheeks, and her cold eyes representing a stubborn and straight nose, as well as her lavender-colored lips, and a delicately crafted Givenchy dress, holding her hands in front of her chest, just looking at Qin An.
Being looked at by a strong woman like this will always make men feel inferior or conceited. Qin An smiled slightly. This emotion made him confused, and it seemed that he was not himself. There was no fluctuation or surprise. Everything was so natural, as if he was just meeting a familiar old friend.
Let's go out for a walk together.The woman covered her nose and said in a disgust.
The rain stopped at some point, and a very light mist appeared, simmering in the moonlight from the clouds, like a squirting breath, slowly, quietly carrying a trace of fragrance, surrounding the silent old school, caressing the bushes of bamboo, falling among the canals and fields, hooking on the tail of the dog tail grass.
It has been a long time since no one has used that room. They all say that a woman who has lived in that room for many years committed suicide. In the superstitious saying of the country people, the woman who commits suicide will occupy her room in undispersed. Even the teachers in the school believe that no one has moved those things, and of course no one can organize them. It is what you see, like the place where Ning Caichen spent the night in "A Chinese Ghost Story".The woman smiled slightly, as if she was talking about the topic of conversation that was not about her!
Over the years... Qin An regretted it as soon as he said that such a greeting is meaningless.
I've been having a bad life over the years.The woman shook her head, many people know about me and you, and they can't wait to tell you how depraved I was. In fact, I have never been like the rumors... But why do you believe it?
I asked you, you won't explain.Qin An was silent for a moment.
What to explain?When did you explain the photos of you and Sun Sun to me?She raised her head and looked at her proudly, even facing this man who had always surprised her and admired her a little, and always felt unable to catch up.
That year, when Sun Sun was already famous, I didn't expect to meet again in a foreign land. I drank too much wine... but we didn't do anything.Qin An smiled gently, not knowing whether it was the young man's self-esteem and self-pride that had already disappeared or had already let go. Explain it again, it was actually very simple.
I have always been jealous of Sun Sun. If you don’t explain, I will believe it.She smiled slightly, do you have anything to say to me now?Atonement, complaining, apologizing, or something?
Ye Zhulan, I love you... I want to say I like you, but a man, even after marriage, is completely away from your name in his ordinary life, always thinking that he has forgotten you, but he will have a dream that only you appear without warning at midnight. It has been more than ten years, such a dream has been more than ten years... Qin An just simply narrated without extra excitement and emotion. Many things have been clearly understood, know, understand, without any uneasiness or cowardice.
In an instant, the woman turned her head in surprise. She had never heard him say this. The two people's eyes passed through the thin moonlight and intertwined. She seemed a little unbelievable, a little panic and nervous. More shame and joy flowed down with the tears in the corners of her eyes. She lowered her head, like the laughter of avoiding the moonlight. A mature and strong woman was still as charming as a girl who tasted the taste of first love. Just like those days in her memory, when he gently touched her hand, his face turned red and his heart beat all day.
I can't hear the sound of breathing or feel the heartbeat. Who knows that such a conversation is penetrated from the time of condensation and told to those who have long been unable to hear it?
She stretched out her hand, held his hand with a wedding ring, and walked out of the campus. She remembered those days, played in the corridor, and wrote in her notebook that Qin An was actually a pig. She smiled secretly when she was punished to stand against the wall, and copied homework in the small tea garden after school...
She had been waiting to hear such words for a long time, for a long time, and she smiled, with a slightly upturned corner of her mouth feeling a little proud. She let go of his hand, opened her Messi and pulled up, and looked back at him as she sat in. There was a sad and moving light spring color in the corners of the eyes that filled with a layer of water and on the tips of her eyebrows.
Qin An silently pushed open another door, and she looked at him with a smile inside, Qin An, you love me, I understand.Just like the little girl you say you like her now, you just use her as a substitute. The birthday gift you gave her was actually given to me. Thank you, I finally gave it to me more than ten years later.Don't deny that she is her, I am me... I am just a jealous woman who is intoxicated by her happiness after her boyfriend confesses, and you don't love her.Just like Sun Sun, she is dead, she will never survive. The dead Sun Sun is the one you cherish the most. Sun Sun is just a substitute now, and you won’t really care about her much.
No...not... Qin An's face turned pale, as cold as snow falling in winter.
Show me the proof.The woman looked at him charmingly, sat there quietly, and then closed her eyes.
The sky was getting brighter, and there was a little light in the east. The lights in the car were shaking half-light and half-dark. The two people who were tangled and kissing each other, gasping for a fierce sound, hugging tightly. She gritted her teeth and endured it. He gently bit her neck, his head buried in front of her straight chest, feeling the softness, the warm and fragrant breath, the two beautiful pinks as beautiful as flower buds, stubbornly swelling between his lips.
He touched it gently, breathing passionately and messy.
He finally entered her body. After the tearing and bitterness, her moan was as confused as a singing version, which made him quietly turn off the hazy song. The small carriage was mixed with various sounds, like a symphony of men and women's lust. The sounds, one by one, were so delicate, with pain, bitterness, and crying joy, it was as creepy as if you were passing by the grave in the middle of the night.
Qin An seemed to have not noticed all this. His hand was tightly holding her hand, and the blood-red fingernails pinched the back of his hand. His desire had never been so strong. The feeling of being both strange and familiar, the illusion of time and space, the touch of waiting for years to get what I wished for, the lingering scent of love made him completely forget everything, smelling the fragrance of her body, licking the white and tender skin. He carried her like the real engine of this Messira High SV, roaring violently, and accelerating tirelessly until he was crushed to pieces...
Qin An... Qin An... Qin An... The little girl is a little pity, a little scared, and more of a call of worry sounds in her ears, as if Qin An was reminded of something in a trance.
He and she were still standing outside the Messila SV. She smiled, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth felt a little arrogant. She let go of his hand, opened her Messila SV, and looked back at him as she sat in. The corners of the eyes that filled the layers of water and the tips of the eyebrows were filled with sad and moving light spring colors.
Qin An did not sit in. He turned around and listened to the surging engine roar, watching the supercar carrying her towards death disappear into the countryside of the fields.
Drive carefully!Qin An shouted, then opened his eyes and watched Ye Zhulan holding himself tightly, his little head against his chest, and his mouth kept praying, Qin An... Don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare... wake up quickly...
Yezi, I'm awake, I love you.The little girl in her arms seemed to be everything he had now, the past, and the sadness were just in her dreams.
She moved her body into the bed, her delicate and soft body sideways, and the curves falling from her waist reveal the softness of her heart.
Qin An slept on the other side, with a ceramic little man in the middle, and the two were separated by a little man. He smelled the scent of virginity revealed by her body, tightly next to the thin blanket, and gradually felt his eyelids falling down a little sleepy.
The two agreed not to do bad things tonight, and looked at each other. In the faint lights that fell, the love between the boy and the girl was like rain that kept scattering outside the window, scattering on the window one by one, lingering in their hearts.
The lights were turned off, and the windows were as quiet as outside. Listening to the rain hitting the banana tree, the sometimes graceful and sometimes strong voices like Song and Yuan lyrics, as if they had penetrated time and space, comforting the lonely and lonely soul.
Ye Zhulan, happy birthday.Ye Zhulan in front of her was confused, Qin An comforted the little ceramic man she was still holding, and tears still wet the pillow.
Time flies, forward, backward, or interlaced, making Qin An unable to tell clearly. The curtains gradually become dilapidated, with spider silk hanging, the brand new textbooks have curly corners, the beautiful notebook is dyed with ink, and the notebook is covered with notebooks, the solid wooden chairs become creaking, and the wardrobe against the wall is empty, and the rusty hooks are shaking.
Qin An got up, frowned and pushed away the moldy quilt covered with his body, and found in confusion that he was dressed neatly. HennyPle custom suits starting at $4,000 were from No. 15 Lundsevier Street, and his tall body suddenly jumped over 180 cm.
What surprised him even more was that he was so peaceful about all this. Yes, there was nothing he didn't get used to. This is him, a so-called successful person who was well-dressed and glamorously glamorous, and the so-called social elite.
The little girl sleeping next to her holding the little man was gone. The old rotten wooden door was pushed open, and a tall woman walked in with her legs bent.
She had long vertical black hair loose, and fell neatly beside her shoulder blades, revealing her thin cheeks, and her cold eyes representing a stubborn and straight nose, as well as her lavender-colored lips, and a delicately crafted Givenchy dress, holding her hands in front of her chest, just looking at Qin An.
Being looked at by a strong woman like this will always make men feel inferior or conceited. Qin An smiled slightly. This emotion made him confused, and it seemed that he was not himself. There was no fluctuation or surprise. Everything was so natural, as if he was just meeting a familiar old friend.
Let's go out for a walk together.The woman covered her nose and said in a disgust.
The rain stopped at some point, and a very light mist appeared, simmering in the moonlight from the clouds, like a squirting breath, slowly, quietly carrying a trace of fragrance, surrounding the silent old school, caressing the bushes of bamboo, falling among the canals and fields, hooking on the tail of the dog tail grass.
It has been a long time since no one has used that room. They all say that a woman who has lived in that room for many years committed suicide. In the superstitious saying of the country people, the woman who commits suicide will occupy her room in undispersed. Even the teachers in the school believe that no one has moved those things, and of course no one can organize them. It is what you see, like the place where Ning Caichen spent the night in "A Chinese Ghost Story".The woman smiled slightly, as if she was talking about the topic of conversation that was not about her!
Over the years... Qin An regretted it as soon as he said that such a greeting is meaningless.
I've been having a bad life over the years.The woman shook her head, many people know about me and you, and they can't wait to tell you how depraved I was. In fact, I have never been like the rumors... But why do you believe it?
I asked you, you won't explain.Qin An was silent for a moment.
What to explain?When did you explain the photos of you and Sun Sun to me?She raised her head and looked at her proudly, even facing this man who had always surprised her and admired her a little, and always felt unable to catch up.
That year, when Sun Sun was already famous, I didn't expect to meet again in a foreign land. I drank too much wine... but we didn't do anything.Qin An smiled gently, not knowing whether it was the young man's self-esteem and self-pride that had already disappeared or had already let go. Explain it again, it was actually very simple.
I have always been jealous of Sun Sun. If you don’t explain, I will believe it.She smiled slightly, do you have anything to say to me now?Atonement, complaining, apologizing, or something?
Ye Zhulan, I love you... I want to say I like you, but a man, even after marriage, is completely away from your name in his ordinary life, always thinking that he has forgotten you, but he will have a dream that only you appear without warning at midnight. It has been more than ten years, such a dream has been more than ten years... Qin An just simply narrated without extra excitement and emotion. Many things have been clearly understood, know, understand, without any uneasiness or cowardice.
In an instant, the woman turned her head in surprise. She had never heard him say this. The two people's eyes passed through the thin moonlight and intertwined. She seemed a little unbelievable, a little panic and nervous. More shame and joy flowed down with the tears in the corners of her eyes. She lowered her head, like the laughter of avoiding the moonlight. A mature and strong woman was still as charming as a girl who tasted the taste of first love. Just like those days in her memory, when he gently touched her hand, his face turned red and his heart beat all day.
I can't hear the sound of breathing or feel the heartbeat. Who knows that such a conversation is penetrated from the time of condensation and told to those who have long been unable to hear it?
She stretched out her hand, held his hand with a wedding ring, and walked out of the campus. She remembered those days, played in the corridor, and wrote in her notebook that Qin An was actually a pig. She smiled secretly when she was punished to stand against the wall, and copied homework in the small tea garden after school...
She had been waiting to hear such words for a long time, for a long time, and she smiled, with a slightly upturned corner of her mouth feeling a little proud. She let go of his hand, opened her Messi and pulled up, and looked back at him as she sat in. There was a sad and moving light spring color in the corners of the eyes that filled with a layer of water and on the tips of her eyebrows.
Qin An silently pushed open another door, and she looked at him with a smile inside, Qin An, you love me, I understand.Just like the little girl you say you like her now, you just use her as a substitute. The birthday gift you gave her was actually given to me. Thank you, I finally gave it to me more than ten years later.Don't deny that she is her, I am me... I am just a jealous woman who is intoxicated by her happiness after her boyfriend confesses, and you don't love her.Just like Sun Sun, she is dead, she will never survive. The dead Sun Sun is the one you cherish the most. Sun Sun is just a substitute now, and you won’t really care about her much.
No...not... Qin An's face turned pale, as cold as snow falling in winter.
Show me the proof.The woman looked at him charmingly, sat there quietly, and then closed her eyes.
The sky was getting brighter, and there was a little light in the east. The lights in the car were shaking half-light and half-dark. The two people who were tangled and kissing each other, gasping for a fierce sound, hugging tightly. She gritted her teeth and endured it. He gently bit her neck, his head buried in front of her straight chest, feeling the softness, the warm and fragrant breath, the two beautiful pinks as beautiful as flower buds, stubbornly swelling between his lips.
He touched it gently, breathing passionately and messy.
He finally entered her body. After the tearing and bitterness, her moan was as confused as a singing version, which made him quietly turn off the hazy song. The small carriage was mixed with various sounds, like a symphony of men and women's lust. The sounds, one by one, were so delicate, with pain, bitterness, and crying joy, it was as creepy as if you were passing by the grave in the middle of the night.
Qin An seemed to have not noticed all this. His hand was tightly holding her hand, and the blood-red fingernails pinched the back of his hand. His desire had never been so strong. The feeling of being both strange and familiar, the illusion of time and space, the touch of waiting for years to get what I wished for, the lingering scent of love made him completely forget everything, smelling the fragrance of her body, licking the white and tender skin. He carried her like the real engine of this Messira High SV, roaring violently, and accelerating tirelessly until he was crushed to pieces...
Qin An... Qin An... Qin An... The little girl is a little pity, a little scared, and more of a call of worry sounds in her ears, as if Qin An was reminded of something in a trance.
He and she were still standing outside the Messila SV. She smiled, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth felt a little arrogant. She let go of his hand, opened her Messila SV, and looked back at him as she sat in. The corners of the eyes that filled the layers of water and the tips of the eyebrows were filled with sad and moving light spring colors.
Qin An did not sit in. He turned around and listened to the surging engine roar, watching the supercar carrying her towards death disappear into the countryside of the fields.
Drive carefully!Qin An shouted, then opened his eyes and watched Ye Zhulan holding himself tightly, his little head against his chest, and his mouth kept praying, Qin An... Don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare... wake up quickly...
Yezi, I'm awake, I love you.The little girl in her arms seemed to be everything he had now, the past, and the sadness were just in her dreams.
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