is there anything more humble? I think. Is it love?
Song Yassi asked: What are you holding in your hand? Yan Poxi replied: Your hat. Song Yassi: Hey, obviously it's not a pair of shoes? Yan Poxi: Then you know and ask. That's the look of not wanting to talk to you.
We went to the suburbs together, and it seemed that there was a knot in our hearts. All the hugs, couch, feeding cherries and marshmallows were fantasies.
So after the separation, he did not contact anyone.
This silence tortured everyone.
So one picked up the phone and the other picked up the stationery.
The person who picked up the phone finally met him, tortured by his own love, he had to confide in his heart to release his heart, and got a heartbroken answer, he stumbled down the stairs; the one who
picked up the letter , wrote a love poem: I am waiting for you in the autumn of no one! But can't wait.
When we met by chance, I nervously explained it and told him that the love poem was sent by mistake.
He said: "I have something roasting on the stove;
she should or should have asked, what if it was meant to be sent to you?"
He said: "Then my answer is still, I have something roasting on my stove.
This is the answer to everything, enough to make everyone retreat.
Is it his ruthlessness, or our fantasies, perhaps, just because of the humbleness of love!
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