Seven-color bottle

Ling Ruo’s smile is so strange that he has made such stupid things. I don’t know what I want to know. I only know that Mu Chenghao can’t lose everything. However, she also knows that if she is to lose herself, she will be even more unhappy. Look carefully, and her face is faint, her own world. It is so bleak, so confused, without Mu Chenghao, will he find the direction? Just holding ginger and talking about the cold hands? Find what you want to get? The pursuit of a lifetime? Must not, Mu Chenghao can not find the direction. Happiness is often relative, what you want, what is happiness, that's it. Everything can't match, the warmth of Mu Chenghao. This is what he wants most, the preciousness of life, that is, no parting. happy? Mu Chenghao is puzzled, is there design, color, happiness? He didn't know that he didn't understand, Ling Ruo's happiness was just relying on his favorite person, nothing more. Ling Ruo’s talent and beauty, but she is just an ordinary girl who needs love. The thin ring of Meng Meng is like the only glare in Ling Ruo's eyes, just like the only light in Ling Ruo's eyes. Although it is not clear, it is so clear. I have forgotten, the ordinary ring, how much happiness, how much... Thin Meng looked at his pale fingers, the ring is the happiness of thin Mongolia. It is not exquisite, but in the eyes of thin eyes, it is better than a thousand words, and stays in the eyes of thin eyes. I love you, whisper. Liao Yi has always heard everything. Not just because of the ordinary ring. The story of Ling Ruo, like a sentence without ending, grassy, and tears, live, beautiful, still. She did not go to Mu Chenghao because she did not know from and began. Does Mu Chenghao really need a point of exchange for all things? If Ling knows that Mu Chenghao loves himself, he should not regret it, but will it really last forever? When the old man went, Ling Ruo did not want him to regret, regretting what he did for her already unbeautiful. Mu Chenghao did not go to Ling Ruo, use the color of life, and all the dreams, in exchange for the feelings worth it? After all, they are still childish and can bear such a heavy feeling? With a switch to the feelings, life, should it be like this? I don't know, the eyes of Mu Chenghao are gradually dimmed, and there is no gentleness in the past. There is no such smile as a signboard. Everything is for Ling Ruo. There is no Ling Ruo, but it is just a walking dead, only second. Time is like a tortoise, crawling slowly, every day is suffering, it is suffering, there is no feeling of thin Meng and Liao Yi. Because that would only add to the sentimentality. Ling Ruo thinks that one day, Mu Chenghao will let go and let go of this feeling that does not belong to everyone. When she = he let go, he will live forever in his dreams, and then dream of happiness that he can't have now. . Mu Chenghao is also so stupid. When Ling Ruo releases himself, he can live forever in his own memories. The seven-color bottle is still intact, like a dream, without debris, not cruelly cutting his favorite person to succeed. Never, life is your own memory, not a walking dead, but happiness. Happy memories, memories of everything, and the happiest snow day...

Seven-color bottle

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