Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3156 Spring apricot blossoms are blowing all over the head, and the youth on the street is romantic [End]

  Her brows are as clear as ink, she is a bit cold, and she is always inaccessible, as if she exists in another world.

  Incompatible with the surrounding pedestrians.

  She walked aimlessly along the street, to a never-ending end.

   Those ink-stained eyes chilled the time.

  The swaying wind whirls,

  The apricot blossoms are luxuriant with branches and leaves, blowing with the wind, it seems that a first snow has fallen.

  Same as that snowy night.

   Dyeing white and standing under an umbrella, slightly silent.

  I will never wait for an answer in this April spring rain, no matter how many seasons of reincarnation, the cruel and cruel boy who first passed her on this street will never come back.

  No matter how many times she walked this street, she would never wait until she was a teenager again.

  The girl is alone, holding an umbrella.

  The rest of my life is very long, and I am happy for one person.

  Exhausted my whole life waiting for someone who is not returning.

  This past years, you have no return date.

   Fall into the sun; sink into the moonlight in the cold courtyard like water; stand silently in the spring rain of apricot blossoms; just to remember one's life, think of one person, think to the bones, and deepen the obsession.

  Looking at the apricot blossoms in the sky, but can't hide the sadness and passing years, falling down like a poem like rain, the obsession of reincarnation for thousands of times has been exhausted, and the love of love is formed.

  She walked through that long street alone, the wind lifted a piece of her clothes, the sun leaped on her shoulders, and the apricot blossoms fell one by one, but they could not warm her at all.

from now on,

  There is no such a person who will take her home after she is drunk.

  In fact, she didn't forget it.

  She always remembered clearly.

  Can't stand it, can't escape, that boy.

  After all,

  This feeling can be regarded as a remembrance, but it was already in a daze at the time.

That night,

  She listened to his heartbeat and read his name.

  The moon half-hidden and half-hidden among the clouds, and the stars shattered all over the place.

  Their shadows overlap each other.

  The young man can bear the breeze and the bright moon and the vastness of the world on his shoulders, and the **** his back is walking home with the moonlight on his back.

  He embraced the moon and his world.

   "Jiang Yuyan..."

"Um."

   "Jiang Yuyan..."

"I am here."

   "Jiang Yuyan..."

"I am here."

   Later?

  Was never here again.

  For the rest of his life, a person’s lovesickness is deep into his bones, like drinking ice in a cold night, like falling into an ice cave, but still happily, this heart is difficult to cold.

  Who is the illusory shadow that keeps receding in his dream?

  Anyone who is dreaming and dreaming in front of his eyes day and night again?

  In April of the coming year, it will still be the rain of apricot blossoms and the willow wind blowing on the face.

  Since the past years, there is no more shocking guest in the world.

  When I first saw it, the drizzle was continuous, the branches and leaves were swaying, and the flowers fell on the ground. But I don't know that after full bloom, it will open to Tumi, life and death will be prosperous and withered, and it will be a lifetime.

  Her teenager, that heartbeat, endless heartbeat.

   fell on the remnant flower, smashed to pieces.

  Xinghuashang, who knows.

  Recalling the beginning,

  Apricot blossoms are blowing all over the head in spring. Whose youth is on the street?

  Chun Shui was born, the spring forest was beginning to flourish, and the spring breeze was ten li inferior to him.

  Later,

  I don’t know where to go, but Taohua still smiles in the spring breeze.

  The streamer is easy to throw people away, the cherries are red, and the plantains are green.

  The unforgettable memories will never be forgotten, and the memories of a lifetime will be played back one by one, just like the beginning of a movie and the end of a movie.

  It seems to have returned to the beginning. In April of that year, apricot blossoms and spring rain, on the pattered road, a glimpse of the young man's profile was the joy of her for the rest of her life.

  The joys and sorrows of the life of the separation and reunion begins, the gears of fate spin, fate is entangled, love and hate are like songs of tears, amazing time, tender years...

  The picture freezes on the girl holding an umbrella, her eyebrows are picturesque, and she looks forward.

   And the young man in the distance stopped, looking back, his eyes looked like stars.

  (End of this chapter)