The road to death of the thesis case

The copywriter walks across the bridge and sees himself.

He saw Meng Po bridge, Meng Po was bent over, her old face was expressionless, but the copywriter could see compassion for all living beings.

A young man picked up Mengpo soup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Have another bowl, okay?" The young man smiled slightly, and in an instant, the breeze was flowing.

"You come every year... You go to make your wish... If you come again, my Meng Po soup will be gone..." Meng Po sighed.

Holding the ever-burning lamp, the young man sighed, "After drinking so much, I still can't forget him...I want to see him again."

The young man left like a ghost, with ghostly ghosts following behind him.

On the Styx River, tens of thousands of souls screamed, and ferrymen came and went with bamboo hats.

The young man looked at the Bianhua flowers blooming on the bank, "I miss me, but I still lose you..."

I don't know why the text is a bit sad...

He followed the boy into the mirror, and he saw the wind, the sea, the rain, and the rainbow.

I saw Lu Mo kneeling on the grave.

"I still can't let you go..." The young man smiled slightly, and the sunlight cracked his transparent body. "I have made my wish... Goodbye Qingqin... Next time, I will definitely live up to you..."

The copywriter's heart ached, Qing Qin...

The copywriter saw Lu Mo, who was wearing a long blue dress, with a serious face, "Since I like you, I must be responsible to you."

The boy's face turned bloody, "Who wants you to be responsible? I... everyone is a man!"

Lu Mo looked serious, "I will definitely marry you!"

The boy turned around, "No need, I will marry a beautiful woman..."

Lu Mo turned around, "I will."

no respond.

"Qingqin! You must come back to me!" The boy turned around and shouted.

Lu Mo raised the corner of his mouth, "Okay, I will definitely marry you with ten miles of red makeup! Wait for me!"

The willow leaves are green.

"You're still waiting for him! He won't come back! He's a man!" The woman threw the cup to the boy's feet.

The young man's lips trembled slightly, "He will definitely come back and marry me..." His long hair fell down.

"Then you don't stay in the mansion anymore! I don't have an unfilial son like you!" The woman turned around.

"Thank you, my mother raised me, and I will repay you in the future." The young man knelt down and cut off his long hair with pieces.

The woman took out her handkerchief and looked at the evergreen trees. This year's plants are extraordinarily lush.

The boy walked out firmly, and the servant closed the door heavily.

The boy only brought a little clothes and a little money.

"He said that he will definitely come back and marry me..." The young man took firm steps and walked towards the capital.

One winter passed, and one spring passed.The boy has arrived.

= There are red water chestnuts everywhere in the capital, as if there is a wedding going on.

The boy stopped a passerby, "Uncle, is there a wedding going on in the city?"

The pedestrian showed joy, "Yes, yes, the third princess is going to marry a son-in-law! This son-in-law is amazing! Both cultural relics are complete, and he became a high-ranking official within a year!

The young man showed a complexion, "Is there still such a person? I will definitely come to ask for advice another day."

The passer-by laughed, "Don't lose, you're lucky. Look, the welcoming team, the most handsome one is our third son-in-law. He really is like a jade tree."

The boy turned his head, but it was Qing Qin who immediately turned his head.

The copywriter felt that this scene was very familiar from the beginning to the end.

"Qing... Qin?" The thing in the boy's hand fell off, and the breeze blew.

"Copywriting?" Qingqin stopped his horse and looked at the young man with surprise on his fair face.

"Qingqin, what a coincidence... I'm here in the capital today on business, are you going to be overjoyed? Ten miles of red makeup, the three princesses are so happy... Bless you all, grow old together, and be united forever!" The young man smiled, as if wishing sincerely.

On the boy's back is a token of love that Qingqin once gave.

"Thank you, I'm sorry. Forget the previous promise, it's all ignorance." Qing Qin rode away.

Tears blurred the eyes, the teenager was powerless and painful

"Qingqin, for you, I abandoned my birth mother, was scolded by thousands of people, and gave up my time. I waited for you, and waited for you to marry me with ten miles of red makeup. You were ten miles of red makeup, but married someone else. In the end, the person sitting in the wedding sedan chair was not me. You, still can’t forget what everyone said. Still, I’ve betrayed you...” The young man’s back trembled slightly, “But you said you were young and ignorant, I’m sorry, I took it seriously.”

I am rebellious, I am quiet and lovable, I am so charming, until now, only you have seen me.

The copywriter opened his eyes, looked, looked...

Husband is innocent, but pregnant is guilty.

Strange, blame him for liking men

I abandoned my mother, my sister, and my friends, but I didn't abandon you, but you abandoned me.

My pride has long been trampled down by you, my knowledge has long been wiped out when I met you, and now I have nothing.

The copywriter laughed, past life, present life, won't it change?

What about rebirth?Fate is destined, how can it be changed, the three princesses, and Mingmin are all alone, so what should I fight for?

Sadness and joy, joy and anger are for him, anger for him is for him, and death for him is for him.

The young man looked at the jade pendant in his hand and smiled. The laughter was miserable, but the people around him didn't hear it at all. He took the burden and walked away with heavy steps.

A passer-by looked, "There is a moat over there, what is he doing there?"

The young man held the jade pendant tightly.

In the next life, I will live up to you.I will find you soon.

The shadow of the copywriter actually overlaps with him somewhat.

It's ridiculous to ask for nothing.

"Wake up, we're here." Wen Mo pushed the copywriter to wake up, with tears hanging from the corners of the copywriter's eyes.

"Brother..." The copywriter hugged Wen Mo.

I can't live in the past and this life, I still have this life, I still beg you.

"How old are you? Still so spoiled." Wen Mo hugged him and patted his shoulder lightly.

"Brother, I love you." The copywriter broke away from his arms and smiled brightly.

Wen Mo looked at the palm of his hand, in this life, he will definitely love his younger brother.

The author has something to say:

Memories are so sad, I’m so sour from writing, do you like Wenwen (づ￣3￣)づ┗|｀O′|┛哩~~, that, reader group 654644380, love you, yumada