It’s Colder Today

He smiled even brighter: Isn't it just right? I'm going to come back alive, with a glorious second-class or first-class merit. Then our wedding report form will be able to jump in line openly, otherwise we will have to wait in line for two years. If I don’t come back…”

His tone became lowered: Then you continue to be good and act as if I didn't show up.

Shi Yun remembered that she was so angry that she picked up her schoolbag and hit him: You are really not afraid of death, are you?

He Yun did not hide. He stood there and suffered several attacks from Shi Yun's schoolbag. When she ran out of strength, he stretched out his arms to hug her and said in a poetry recital tone: There have been many years of immersed in the abyss of suffering, but there are also many warriors in the world. Use your head to smash open the iron gate of hell. The glory belongs to those who are brave and brave, and the glory belongs to those who continue to fight.

Shi Yun was hugged by him, and his arm wrapped around Shi Yun's arm. Shi Yun couldn't swing his fist, so he raised his head and hit his shoulder with his head: This is Ai Qing's poem.

Yeah. He still hugged Shiyun and hugged her tightly, But this is also my idea.

This era seems bright and peaceful, but darkness still lurks around.

The world still needs someone to stand up and walk into the darkness without hesitation.

But he always believed that no matter how dense the clouds were, they could not cover the red sun. The sun's rays would shine into the darkness and illuminate the spilled red blood.

Life is limited, but the spirit is immortal.

Shi Yun squatted down, took out the handkerchief he had put away, and wiped the areas he missed just now. The day she met Wei Songying, she also came to the cemetery, saw her mother and then him, and happened to meet his mother.

The aunt was very fierce and told her not to come.

She knew that her aunt just didn't want her to guard He Yun anymore, so she shouldn't wait for him anymore. As a mother, no one else could accept the death of her child.

Thinking about it now, the aunt herself was already riddled with wounds, but she was still pushing Shiyun forward.

Looking at the persimmon, Shi Yun rested his chin on his knees. Without looking at the photo on the stone tablet, he spoke softly: I won't come here anymore. He Yun, I'm sorry, I like someone else.

The author has something to say:

There have been many years of being immersed in the abyss of suffering, but there are also many warriors in the world who have smashed open the iron gate of hell with their heads. Glory belongs to those who are brave and courageous, and glory belongs to those who continue to fight.——Ai Qing

Unexpected, updated at zero o'clock.

There's another chapter at seven in the morning. I'm going out tomorrow afternoon hehehe.

Then there is an issue that everyone is more worried about: Lite and Wei Cong will not develop an emotional relationship! ! ! In the three years since Wei Zongying and Shi Yun broke up, neither of them would fall in love with anyone else. Xiao Wei devoted himself both physically and mentally to racing.

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Chapter 59

It was the sound of a quarrel.

Shi Yun tried in vain to catch Duke Zhou who was scared away by the quarrel.

Finally she was woken up, and the man in the dream was taken away by Duke Zhou and dissipated with her sleepiness.

There is an electronic clock on the messy desk. The clock shows 12:23 noon.

It just rained in London this morning, and then it cleared up again in a blink of an eye. The weather is unpredictable, and he is even more changeable than the old professor who is racist but likes to exploit her.

Shi Yun picked up the knitted jacket on the quilt, opened the bedroom door and walked out.

When the door was opened, the argument outside had evolved from verbal attacks to the use of force.

She didn't apply for a single-room dormitory at school, and it took her a long time to find an apartment with a roommate and a good location. She didn't want such a good apartment to turn into a haunted house.

Opening the bedroom door, a dark-haired woman with a wheat complexion was arguing with a Scottish man with a slightly dangerous blond hairline in the living room.

Shi Yun had only slept for a few hours. He was so sleepy that he was unable to stop the fight: What are you arguing about?

The dark-haired woman with wheat complexion collapsed, holding a fruit knife in her hand: How many times have I told him to remember to close the door when he goes to the toilet. Allah, please let me forget the ugly scene I just saw.

Opposite the Pakistani woman is a Scottish man fleeing for his life. When the man saw Shi Yun opening the door, he immediately ran towards her as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

Please, although I am a man, I also like men. There is no difference between you and me in my heart. Besides, didn't you have an internship in a urology department before? Please, dear, I was just excreting. We used to We gave an old man an enema together, and you were very calm when his butt was facing you. The blond man hid behind Shi Yun, Buhari, stop praying to Allah. Every time you pray, your That image will be played over and over again in my mind.”

With one word, Buhari finally calmed down and his anger was once again ignited: Jeff, you will definitely die today.

Oh my god, it starts again. Shi Yun closed her eyes tiredly, and she drove away the man hiding behind her.