boycott youth

The night fell, and the color spread from one side of the clouds to the end of the mountains. It was nighttime, and the whole world was submerged in a light ink.In the distance, the mountain shadows intersecting in shades and shades are layered and stretched, and the desolate blue-gray complexion echoes in the forest.Amidst the surly wind in Ao Pass, a figure like a dot of ink rushed out of it, and the figure melted into the night, wandering and drifting away.

The Tianshui falls into the low-lying shoals between the passes, and winds and gathers to form a clear stream. It has been found for more than a hundred years to find a winding high and low clean.

The stream was frightened and trembled, and unknown disturbers came from afar, deliberately disturbing this heaven-sent pure... The young man rushed into the mountain stream from far to near, but before he could get close, he stumbled on the gravel. He fell to the ground, the mountain wind lifted his short hair, and Yingying Tianguang looked at his face.He sniffed twice, propped himself up vigorously, got up staggeringly, raised his sleeve and wiped his face indiscriminately, looking at the exit of the mountains, there seemed to be tears flashing, he patted his clothes and pants to stand firm body, picked up another crumpled piece of paper from the ground, and read it silently for a while...Tears welled up again, he wiped the corner of his eyes, and finally got angry, tore up the paper, threw it into the air, and looked at it as it drifted down He whimpered a few more times, crouched down, hugged the ball, and wept deeply.

In the depths of the clouds that are farther away than the mountains, there are faint sounds of thunder and occasional red lightning, which makes the mountains tremble under the feet.The moment the clouds overturned, the night became darker instantly. When the first raindrop hit the back of the boy's hand, he woke up from the pain. Just before the heavy rain poured down, he rushed towards the residence on the side of the green onion mountain. go.

This is a small self-built western-style building that is common in the countryside. The surface is still fresh and new. It was completed not long ago, and the lacquered wooden door is closed tightly. When the red light falls, it shows its true color.The boy put his hand on the doorknob and stood motionless. He was startled only after a thunderbolt struck him. He turned his face up to the end of the dark night, and a few big raindrops hit his cheek. After feeling the pain, he finally picked up his consciousness and unlocked the door.

The windows and doors in the hall are closed, the curtains are drooping, and the entire space is locked in darkness. Outside the house, when the thunder is pouring down, the inside of the house is under the heavy pressure of airtightness.He quietly went up the stairs without turning on the lights. The wind and rain came through the thick barrier and the sound of water was coming in. The 555 clock on the chest of drawers in the hall on the first floor clearly made the sound of ticking and ticking.

The door of the bedroom in the middle of the second floor was ajar, a thin crack flickered, and there was a glimmer of light in the dark corridor.The boy walked towards the light.There was a faint light floating in the room, and his body trembled with fright, he approached slowly, gently opened some doors, and poked his head over, when he widened his eyes, the whole world was exposed to the incandescent light:

The magnanimous body, intertwined limbs, deep nose and mouth, intimate panting, burning heat, passion, excitement reaching the critical point, and the end of colorful desire - he was dumbstruck, tightly grasping the door frame beside him... ...Under the dazzling strong light, Xiao Gu turned over, straddled the opponent, and turned around with a wink.

Lu Xiaochuan woke up from the dream, and the mottled images from many years ago vaguely emerged, his body was wet, his hands and feet were cold, outside, Liao Min was knocking on the door, calling him out.He leaned against the pillow and raised his hand to block the sunlight coming in through the cracks in the curtains. Only then did he suddenly realize that those memory fragments had been more than ten years ago. Pole of sunshine...

The author has something to say:

The big turning point begins here. This chapter has been stuck for 3 years, but the speed of leveling the pit is guaranteed after the card is finished. I am very gratified!