Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

"Pattern."

As weak as he fumbled for the light switch, the room was instantly bright and transparent.

Zhou Can put the little black pig down.

The other party groaned twice around his leg, and flicked the short tail like a winter melon vine, followed the weak twist and twist to the small room to sleep.

After six years, he came to his ex-girlfriend's room for the first time.

This is much more spacious than the previous student apartment. The living room is not only equipped with a sofa, but also a TV cabinet. The mixed color of sky blue and lemon yellow reveals the exquisite simplicity of modern style.

The ex-girlfriend is the favorite of the archaeological group, so cultural and creative pillows, catalogues of cultural relics, rulers, hand shovel, bottled soil, small crops, etc. can be seen everywhere, and a fresh smell of mud can be vaguely heard.

After only standing for three minutes, Zhou Can felt that she was buried in the moist red mud, ready to take root.

The most spectacular is the various shovel in the wooden cabinet, archaeological shovel, Luoyang shovel, ordnance shovel, folding shovel, blasthole shovel, etc., wiped clean by the owner and hung one by one.

"..."

His situation seemed a bit dangerous, and if she pried his head with a shovel, it would be hopeless.

So weak closed the door of the small room, walked out, and saw someone stuck in the hallway, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Did you take root there, why didn't you come in?"

The black coat is loose-fitting, and the hat is embedded with a fluffy white hair, which causes light and shadow to fall on the face, and it is also a piece of fine, messy mottle.

"I want to go back."

He put his hands in his pockets, his hat was hanging down, and he wore a mask to hide his obscure expression.

"Okay, come often when you have time."

However, he did not move.

So weak: "?"

What's wrong with this again?

Zhou Can stretched out a cold white wrist and lifted his hood.

She also wore a peaked cap inside, revealing a dark blue hair tip.

"At 11:56, what do you mean by that sentence you said in the underground parking lot of Qingfeng Road?"

He blinked his eyes weakly, "I like you, what's the point?"

Zhou Can stared at her.

She shows no timidity.

"Is there a printer?"

He asked nonchalantly about something irrelevant.

"Uh, in my bedroom, do you want to use it?"

He nodded slightly.

So weak recently became lazy, and he pulled a small table by the bed to work. When he got busy, he couldn't care about exquisiteness. There were data files piled up everywhere, and the whole bedroom seemed to be covered with white snowflakes. The printer is placed on the bay window and can be directly connected to the USB flash drive. Zhou Can stood at the window and opened his coat with one hand.

He took out a very familiar keychain with a weird USB flash drive.

Why is it weird?

The U disk was made into a facial mask, revealing a fierce and cunning white face.

So weak suspected that he was poking at her again.

As for the keychain--

"I've seen this gadget before." So weak teased.

Zhou Can's eyelids opened, quiet and heavy, like a black swamp, "It's picked up by the trash can, it's unowned, do you have an opinion?"

"No problem, you just have to be happy to pick it up."

So weak-hearted, my younger brother's number of stages is so high that he can't change his face anymore.

She stood for a while, her feet were a little numb, and she couldn't stand any longer, and sat down to the nearest bed, watching people operate the printer. The hat of the coat was removed, and his back was still tall and wide, straight as loose.

Maybe it has grown two or three centimeters taller.

She thought uncertainly.

He is like a thorn fir in this reinforced city. It belongs to an evergreen tree with sturdy branches and beautiful tall and straight branches. But this kind of tree is also a masculine tree. It grows in a warm and humid climate, and also grows in valleys, streams, and villages. It grows toward the sun and is not cold-resistant, not frost-resistant, and cannot stand the lonely and cold atmosphere.

As it is now, he just stood, and a cold mist spread over his body.

Reject people thousands of miles away.

A thick stack of documents about **** wide was handed to her.

"What's this?"

Zhou Can's tone was calm, "A love song written to you. Six years. Six."

A faint smell of ink floated in the air, and the snow-white paper was covered with music scores.

So weak, bowed his head and turned over.

"Ever Winter", "Swallowing Sleep", "Broken Pond", "Bo Mo", "Still Water".

The mood changed from strong to weak, and the handwriting changed from scribbled to regular.

The words fall into frost, and every inch becomes ashes.

He clung to the pen to kill the monster inside him little by little.

"I have been to a country without you, from dawn, to sunset, from the ice field, to the desert. I have also seen many couples of different skin colors and different languages. Among them, there is a couple, very similar to us, one is a wandering singer. One is a botanist. I watched them kissing on the street in the morning, and watched them quarrel in the tavern at night-confessing on the same day, and breaking up on the same day."

Zhou Can said flatly, "In this way, I seem to be much lucky, and I shouldn't blame the heavens and the others."

He pulled out the bottom layer.

"This one, you haven't read it yet."

The last love song was made, but there were no words.

The title of the song is a period.

"I think we should stop here." He said, "In the sixth year after leaving you, I have perfectly condensed all my huge, crazy, unbearable, emotional fragments. I think even if you are now Get married, even if I cry as a idiot in the corner-I will not stop the wedding. You have to think clearly."

He emphasized the tone of the last five words.

Yes, you have to think clearly.

Think clearly and provoke me.

When the monster is dead, it doesn't mean that it won't grow new, savage, and **** ones.

When emotions are suppressed to the extreme, they will be backlashed by a hundred times and a thousand times.

"Zhou Xianxian, don't you like me?"

She was wrong.

Zhou Can caught her eyes and said nothing.

"It's not right." She has always been bullying, "If you don't like it, how come you can make teasers and run away from my ex-boyfriend?"

Zhou Can sneered, "A true warrior should face difficulties head-on."

"Then why do you turn the corner and give the ticket to my senior sister?"

"Your senior sister is a good person, and I am grateful to her."

I am weak and continue to give an example, "Who is that, after hearing some unclear words, he rushed to my side without saying anything, for fear that I would have a fever? Don’t you think I’m a good person, don’t worry about me, come here specially Send warm ones?"

"...As a star, what's wrong with caring about fans?"

She curled her eyes, "Wow, Zhou Tianwang is so considerate to black powder, I'm so touched."

Zhou Can was choked by her to speak.

So weak stretched out his hand and hugged his waist with a smile.

"I'm not mad at you anymore, you will run away crying again if I am angry."

"..."

Zhou Can lowered her neck to stare at this innocent and evil creature a hundred times more ferocious than him.

"Think clearly?"

"Hmm... I didn't think about it clearly."

But her eyes were clearly teasing smiles.

Insidious, unconscionable.

Zhou Can leaned down, "Hat, take it off."

He was so weak that he was stunned for a while before he realized that he was talking about his peaked cap.

"You lower your head, I can't reach."

He put one hand on her leg and bends down his knees every inch.

Weakly pinch the brim of the hat and lift it gently.

A sky full of stars fell into her eyes.

With this kind of hair color, ordinary people can't control it, and it is easy to become a non-mainstream killer Matt.

But Zhou Can used his number one face to perfectly interpret the stunning beauty of a doll in the world.

Weakly asked curiously, "What kind of hair dye? So natural?"

"..."

Is this the reaction of a normal person?

Zhou Can's mouth twitched slightly, "I'll ask the agent another day, he should know better than me. Why, are you going to get it?"

She was so weak and moved a little, but she thought again, if she really dyed her hair with blue hair, she might have a heart attack if she went to academia to show up such a trick.

She tried to touch his hair.

The soft ends of the hair drilled into the fingers.

The bright light flickered and jumped.

Zhou Can tilted her head, her head just hitting her palm.

For the stage effect, he even wore blue-gray cosmetic contact lenses, which were mysterious and rare, just like a guest from outside the sky. The sparse eyelashes are hung with a warm light, but a silver scale grows across the end of the eye, which is full of waves and shadows.

"Mask, tugged."

Zhou Can raised the bridge of her nose again.

So weak hooked the string of the mask with his tail finger.

He tilted his head to the side, snapped, and broke free of the string on the other side.

As half of the music industry, Zhou Can is a representative figure of the dense face family. He is clear-cut, cold and clean, and has a wildness that is difficult to surrender.

At this time, he was dumb, like a sperm whale, stranded on the shore with the waves, unable to resist its fate.

"Button, please, untie it."

So weak is a person who is not afraid of death, so I did.

She quickly unbuttoned his first button, and the **** collarbone jumped out.

It is ostentatious and conspicuous, revealing young and flamboyant hormones.

His blue-gray pupils squinted, reflecting a shallow stream of light.

He gave a stunned look at his weakness as Yan control.

Then suddenly, inexplicably, the two entered the interrogation process.

The younger brother is aggressive and unexpectedly fierce.

"Who are you? What's your name? Where did you go to the university? What is your ID card? What is your phone number? How much is one plus one? Look at me, is there a mole on my face? Are you sane now?"

So weak: "???"

He pressed the question again, vowing not to stop.

So weak had to get close and count the moles on his face.

After getting a definite answer, the man's voice contained a hint of water vapor.

"Understood, you are sober, you have to take responsibility for what you say and do."

He touched his ears with fingertips, neatly, and removed a pair of opal earring chains. Then came a series of steampunk-style movement bracelets, gemstone rings, metal armbands, etc., smashed on the ground, crisp and harsh.

This is a speechless anxious declaration of war.

"You have the right to remain silent for the rest of the time."

He held her face and pressed his forehead lightly.

Strands of copper-blue hair drilled into her collar.

"And every word, every look in your eyes, every kiss will be your testimony tonight."

At a great risk, Thorn Fir transplanted itself again.

It once uprooted its roots, ran away from home, went to a completely unfamiliar place, replanted itself, stuffed it with flesh and blood, and sutured the wound. Now, it goes home again, back to this country with light, wind, streams, and fragrant fragrance. After six years of ice, snow and frost, it reappears with greenery.

It doesn't know if it will become uncomfortable.

It doesn't even know how long it can live.

Now, it seems that it can only pray--

Use seventy-one pages, full bed love songs, for a long spring.

Let the winter sleep, and let the galaxy shine forever.

At the critical moment, so weak and sober, defending his dignity.

"Wait, I seem to remember you said that you can't touch the porcelain ex."

Zhou Can raised his eyebrows, his fingers curled and grabbed her knees.

Drag to the waist.

Mars is falling rapidly.

He curled his lower lip.

"Isn't this an incumbent? You can touch it anyway. It's free, kiss."