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night and autumn

She gently touched the ground with her tiptoes, and then bowed deeply, her dimples looked cute and cute.

"My story is over, do you understand?" Her ninety-degree bend and reverent lowering of her head seemed even more serious.

The boy stuck out his tongue and looked cute from the inside out. His eyes hiding the stars blinked and blinked: "An Xiaomu, you are so dishonest."

A long time ago, An Xiaomu hoped that her little thoughts would never be discovered. Every lie was always covered up by her ignorant face, but after all, she is not an actress, so of course there are many flaws. It's just that others are willing to give her a step down.

Her pupils were full of bottomless loneliness, like a shadow in the depths of a dense forest.Her shadow stretched on the floor tiles so dark that they could even surround her in a circle. That kind of vision was not the shadow of the moon cast on the sky, but instead brought out the dimness of the shadow.

Quietly, even the door is unwilling to "squeak" and swallow silently.

Where are those winds, have all those winds dissipated?

Even so, the girl was still trembling, as if she had seen a scene she shouldn't have seen, as if she had spied on her father's mobile phone those photos and words that were related to "pornography".

It's chilling, like she knows everything, and she knows that this kind of thing is the most common, and she also knows that there are some things she knows, but she can't say them out.It's like she knows she loves a boy, but she refuses to hear the sharp voice of rejection for a long time.

It was the first love of a young girl, and it was also the growth of a sunny boy.

A lot of messy thoughts piled up, and the girl looked up again, only to find that the boy's eyelashes had already drooped down slightly.

Looking at the boy's fair skin, she couldn't help thinking that she hadn't looked at his face like this for a long time.

He heard the boy muttering something in a low voice, but he couldn't hear clearly. His hand that was hanging from the water unconsciously began to grope on the bed for a while.

An Xiaomu gently pulled that hand into her own, but Wang Yuan actually started to pinch her hand. The sober feeling was still fresh in his memory the next day.

Suddenly, I felt that the boy in front of me was really a child. He would scratch the wall childishly, shake hands with the leaves of a small tree, and would go to the toilet because of the hot temperature. He groped all the way to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator and leaned on the side to continue sleeping. , and would jump onto the bed and collapse the bed.How can I not think of what a boy who is about 15 years old should do.

This feeling of being attracted is not unique to today, it is because when the boy appeared, An Xiaomu felt from the bottom of his heart that he was really likable, visually cute like a bunny.

The next day, the place where An Xiaomu was pinched was already turning purple, and the slightest touch would cause deathly pain.

Every time An Xiaomu thought, if she didn't feel the pain at that time, that would be the most frightening thing for her. It's not impossible to talk about a dream. Many times, she always believed in what happened in the dream. For example, her daughter-in-law is back and she has a perfect score in the exam. She believes in these unrealistic things, and she is still willing to believe.

The fluffy hairstyle of the boy in front of her is also very sincere, so "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is probably the only sentence she has never doubted.

The autumn of 2015 came very early. I always thought it was a brilliant golden age, but later I realized that it was a bleak withered yellow background.

Poets who prefer autumn colors always make people feel that autumn is more eye-catching than summer, while other poets who are not greedy for autumn scenery always say vaguely that "autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times".