tangxiaomiI'm the green kiwi in the sealed plastic bag.
tangxiaomiWithout the C2H4 released by the apple, I would not be able to spring in the sting.
tangxiaomiThank you to those who are still by my side today.
yiyaoDon't be a demon in the future, be fine.
tangxiaomiWhy are you looking so weird?
yiyaoMaybe that's why I don't like hospitals.
tangxiaomiGo back, I'll call my sister later.
yiyaoAn An is okay recently.
yiyaoThat's fine, I have to go back to school first.
Yi Yao walked out of the ward thoughtfully.
Spring season.
Yi Yao caught a thunderstorm on the first day of returning to school, came out of the indoor gymnasium without an umbrella, and waited for the rain to stop at the door.
However, I saw that the students rushed out bravely one by one, and they all ran towards the West District where the dormitory was located.
Yi Yao was not someone who liked to join in the fun, but he was pulled by some mysterious force.
It was the second teacher who had an accident, and countless people gathered in front of the building in the rain. She ran over and struggled to clear the crowd.
Everything in the field of view is interpreted as a lengthy slow mirror.
Familiar scene.
Familiar young faces chatted around.
A familiar cordon blocked the entrance to the building.
And she was the Qin Pei Pei she was most familiar with when she was out of control and was rushing in despite the police's stop.
The rain fell in a winding line along the outer wall of the teaching building, and pressed people's wet hair tightly against their cheeks.
Yi Yao stared blankly at the dark entrance, unable to breathe autonomously.
She still doesn't know who the deceased is this time.
But she knew there was more to it than that.
She will receive another letter because she is Yi Yao, the "chosen person".
Everything started because of her.
For a moment, she seemed to be standing at the scene where Gu Senxiang jumped downstairs a year ago, and she went back again.
gusenxiJump off the building.
gusenxiThe police want to take us for questioning.
Yi Yao nodded, and the unease from just now suddenly cashed in.
Qi Ming put on a coat for Qin Pei Pei and looked indifferently at Yi Yao who was hugged by Gu Senxi.
Two hearts apart, thousands of miles apart.
What word to use to describe disappointment.
Yi Yao's favorite singer rose to fame in the university's cafeteria more than a decade ago. He brought sincerity and vigor in exchange for little applause.
When night fell, perhaps he had sat in a stone boat without a star light, smelling the fragrance of the grass, listening to the sound of books flowing from the stone steps of the temple, and watching the weeping willow stretch his long arms and turn into a poet under the lake.
