Who is the King of Lanling

I will never be able to tell where Wang Zhuo is good, and why I fell in love with her, because she is so ordinary, but I have always been in love with her, from the first moment I saw her.

Later Xiaoqi said, my love is the purest.

Missing Wang Zhuo did not make me feel the pain of lovesickness, but just felt a touch of sweetness mixed with the faint missing.Everything is indifferent, I have grown up, I don't care about everything like I was when I was young, maybe I have experienced too much, all love and hate are as thin as morning mist, as light as clouds.

Just like my indifferent state of mind, my relationship with Wang Zhuo is also so indifferent. We often walk in the green field after the rain, letting our thoughts drift away slowly like gossamer. I hold her hand and feel the The tenderness passed from the heart, the sun shrouded our heads like crystal glass, and we were like walking in a fairy tale of crystal dreams. At that moment, we often didn't think about anything, but felt more and more difficult to find a confidant in the world of two people.

If I really have the ability to freeze time, I will definitely freeze that time forever. How I hope that that happiness is not fleeting like a meteor. Later, when I face everything in memory, I also wonder, I really Is it King Lanling?But why can't I even grasp the happiness at hand?

My mother went to see her brother. She couldn't help crying and confessing his brother. After a busy day at work, she dragged her tired body to send money and goods to the prison again and again. Later, her brother was sent to the provincial capital. The kind mother did not hesitate to take the expensive train Tickets frequently go back and forth between the two places.

During the summer vacation when I was 16 years old, my mother suddenly said that my brother wanted to see me. This is because I had already learned from my mother that my father was missing. He spent a lot of money on gambling tables and other women. Not just go off alone and lose touch with everyone.

"Let him see you!" The mother's eyes were pleading, I thought I would be annoyed, as my brother, has he forgotten what he wanted to do to me, what face does he have for me to see him?But I didn't, I just mentioned lightly: "I want to make up lessons, the teacher hopes that I will be in the top ten in the school next time."

They—my father and elder brother gave me too much hatred and humiliation. I hated them, hated them deeply, and never wanted to see them again in my life, and I didn't even want anyone to mention them in front of me.

"Is making up lessons more important than seeing your brother? Do you have anything else in your eyes besides studying?" My mother looked at me suspiciously, as if I was an alien visitor.

My heart hurts like being torn apart, I can feel the pain of blood dripping from the wound, I have feelings, but the feelings for my father and brother will only bring me endless pain and depression, I I smiled faintly, "I'm going to be late." No one saw how forced and painful I was smiling, and I only left a back view of my stunned mother who walked away calmly.