Canary pretends to be good and runs away wearing books

When Ji Luo was sober...or even slightly drunk, as long as he was rational, even if he occasionally offered to throw himself into his arms, he would not allow Ji Ling to kiss him even once.

Because of Ji Junde's unexpected death, a thought was planted in Ji Luo's heart when he was a child.

——I will never forgive Ji Ling in my life.

This idea is deeply rooted, like a crack in the earth that cannot be closed.

Although the long years have made the gap between the two of them less sharp, no matter how intense the blending is, it cannot overcome the distance created by the bottomless spiritual gap.

Those emotional seedlings that only need a little nourishment to thrive, can't wait for even a little hope, and all wither and die.

The family love and hatred that have been entangled for many years are like a bunch of threads that are constantly being cut and messed up. Who owes whom, who compensates whom, who does more, who suffers more, who relies on whom, who pays more, who endures more More, who is more distressing...

In a long time, who can tell clearly.

Five years after Ji Junde's death, Ji Luo.

On that day's birthday, only Ji Ling spent it with him.

Ji Luo only made one wish in his heart: I want to start all over again.

As for the person in front of him... who indirectly caused Ji Junde's death, Ji Luo no longer knew what emotion to use to treat him.

Ji Luo's contribution to the Ji family's industry over the years cannot be measured in value, and it is too pale to describe in words.

Even if Ji Luo was unwilling, he had to admit that he really couldn't live without Ji Ling these years.

Even after getting used to it, I can't help but want to rely on Ji Ling.

Even... wanted to forgive Ji Ling.

But no.

Every time the word "forgive" crossed his mind, Ji Luo's heart would ache and he thought over and over again: If, without Ji Ling, wouldn't dad die at all?

The mood towards Ji Ling is good and bad for a while, and the boy who has just grown up is almost torturing himself crazy.

So he decided that as long as Ji Ling maintains the current level of work and the two of them maintain their working relationship, then Ji Luo himself and Ji Ling can maintain at least superficial peace...and stabilize the consortium.

Until the summer vacation, Ji Luo returned to China after fully graduating from the UK, and had sex with Ji Ling for the first time.

His hatred for Ji Ling skyrocketed to its peak.

The situation is the same as water and fire, and they will quarrel when they meet, but due to various external reasons such as industrial decisions, the two have to meet again.

Ji Luo used his whole life of rationality to restrain his anger in the conference room, but when he got home, he no longer had the strength to control anything.

Getting along with each other every day, every meeting, exhausted his energy and exhausted him.

Even so, he found tragically that he had no power to resist Ji Ling.

Whatever Ji Ling wants to do, he can do it... He can go too far with himself as much as he wants.

What makes Ji Luo even more unacceptable is that he will get unparalleled pleasure in that kind of unethical affair, his empty heart and body will become satisfied because of the existence of that man, and they will sleep better if they hug each other Well, even, will crave more, want more.

Now that things have happened, if I let myself leave him again, it will be even more uncomfortable than leaving him before.

An 18-year-old boy can't understand it at all.

Why am I like this.

I shouldn't be like this with him at all!

Why... am I crazy? !

Ji Ling, you killed my father.

Do you still want to kill me?

If this continues, I will be tortured to death by you sooner or later!

During these morbid days, Ji Luo became thinner day by day, his mood became worse and worse, and he became more and more anxious, making frequent mistakes in decision-making. Fortunately, Ji Ling could always help him correct it without a trace.

This made Ji Luo even more angry.

I am in such pain, but you act like nothing has happened. Do you have a conscience...

What can I do if I am angry?

Every night, when Ji Ling came to hug me, I wasn't...

Haven't they all been accepted yet?

And even enjoy it shamelessly?

After a while, Ji Luo couldn't take it anymore, his mental pressure reached its peak, and he couldn't get along with Ji Ling anymore.

The group's internal executives seemed to see some signs of discord between the two, so they moved their minds that they shouldn't have.

Ji Luo came to his senses again, for the sake of the stability of the consortium, he once again restrained his crazy thoughts——

After going back and forth, he finally couldn't bear it, and quarreled with Ji Ling at a major decision-making meeting.

Ji Luofei had to resolutely implement his own proposal, but that proposal was obviously not as good as the one revised by Ji Ling.

But Ji Luo didn't listen to what Ji Ling said, and insisted on using his own methods.

For other things, Ji Ling can follow Ji Luo.

But if something goes wrong with this important consortium affairs, especially a project involving more than [-] billion yuan, how much extra energy and cost will it take to make up for it?

It will also harm the image of the consortium.

So that day, Ji Ling rejected Ji Luo's request for the first time on the spot, even in front of many executives, he pressed Ji Luo hard on the middle chair, grabbed the boy's thin shoulders, and his eyes were full of aggressiveness , Asking him word by word: "What are you thinking? Are you trying to make this all crash?"

The people below looked at them terrified, not knowing what to do, until Ji Luo leaned against the back of the chair, seemingly calmed down, Ji Ling let him go and stood up, eyelashes lowered, staring at him.

"You must listen to me, this matter is not discussed."

Ji Luo was frightened by his eyes and stopped expressing his opinion.

But I was thinking in my heart, well, everything is yours.

Even the syndicate is on your side.

What else can I do?

……

After returning home, Ji Luo lay in a daze on his bed until late at night.

For a while, I thought about the plan just now, and analyzed what went wrong, and for a while, I wondered whether Ji Ling's decision was aimed at me, Ji Ling, you bastard, don't appear in front of me again...

Then the door of the room was pushed open, and the man walked in.

"Luoluo, let's talk, shall we?"

he whispered.

Ji Luo's relatively calm emotions erupted in an instant, and his stress response was particularly violent. He threw a pillow over and yelled at him, "Don't come over!"

According to the previous routine, Ji Ling must have pressed him regardless.

But this time he didn't.

He just stood there coldly and said in a very calm tone, "We can't go on like this."

Ji Luo gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it all because of you?!"

"..." Ji Ling didn't refute, but just looked away, "Come with me for treatment and solve the problem."

"Treatment? Do you think there is something wrong with me?" Ji Luo threw out another pillow angrily, "It's all your fault, as long as you're not here, I'll be fine! Get out, get out!"

This is not true.

But Ji Ling's eyes darkened, and he said softly: "It's not that anyone is sick, it's just that my relationship with you...is wrong. Luoluo, you go with me, if...if you still can't accept my words after that, I will... never do that to you again."

The man wanted to say, I'll get out, or I'll leave you.

But he always only wanted Ji Luo.

Want to look at him all the time, hug him, possess him...

Saying the words "no longer having sex with him" is already breaking the man's heart, and giving up the person he really likes, which means that he can't care about what Ji Luo will do in the future. Master, he no longer has the position to control who he likes, who he loves, and who he wants to marry in the future.

He also wanted Da Ai to let Ji Luo go unselfishly.

But he is also a human being, and he also has emotions and desires, so he cannot be a saint.

Let him say the five words 'I will leave you', but he can't say it no matter what.

After arranging the recent work of the consortium, Ji Ling took Ji Luo to a quiet meditation place under the Himalayas.

This is the closest place to heaven.

It is also the purest place where there is no conflict of interests.

Ji Luo thought that the treatment Ji Ling mentioned was to take him to see a psychiatrist or something.

... Of course, Ji Luo also knows that he has been in a state of high tension and anxiety, and appropriate psychological intervention is very important.

But Ji Luo couldn't open up and talk about those things with any stranger.

Whether it's an internal problem of the consortium, or an immoral affair with Ji Ling that can't be compared with outsiders...

What kind of thing does that happen between same-sex people?

Those disgusting things between the controllers of the consortium that has attracted the attention of the world have been leaked by outsiders. Do you want the consortium left by your father to be destroyed together with your abnormal relationship with Ji Ling?

So Ji Luo knew that he had a problem, and even more that there was no solution to the problem. No therapist was trustworthy. Under the temptation of huge profits, who could maintain professional ethics and keep such an inestimable scandal a secret?

"Vipassana ten-day meditation." Ji Ling led Ji Luo, standing in front of the ancient temple at the foot of the mountain, "Get away from everything, you need to be quiet."

"I just need to leave you." Ji Luo said looking at the snow-capped mountains among the clouds.

Ji Ling lowered his head and let go of Ji Luo's hand.

"go in."

Ten-day meditation, also known as Vipassana meditation.

Every meditator has to experience a life of silence for ten days here.

No talking, no communication, no body, no eye contact, no books, newspapers, TV, music... cut off any contact with the outside world.

Get up at four o'clock in the morning and go to bed at nine o'clock in the evening. Each person has a room. Except for the teacher, there is only oneself and meditation.

Ji Luo didn't show any expression, he didn't think this kind of thing was useful.

There are so many work matters, and I put them all down and come to this kind of place. I don’t think about it, or what...

But he didn't know why he came with Ji Ling.

It seemed that some small flame was still burning weakly, trying to breathe any little bit of sweet oxygen so that the light in his heart would not be completely extinguished.

On the first night before the official start, Ji Luo lay alone in his room with his eyes closed, without sleep.

After waking up in the morning, all the meditators dressed in plain white clothes quietly found a simple cushion to sit on in the empty hall and meditated for two hours in the morning.

Everyone wears the same clothes, everyone looks the same.

Ji Luo was very confused and didn't know where Ji Ling was.

For these two hours, his mind was very confused.

There are all kinds of worries.

How is the stock price today, and how is the project follow-up?

The quiet space contrasted sharply with the noisy mind, but the quieter it was outside, the more nervous the boy was. The strange silence and the different faces of meditators from various countries made him at a loss.

He was not in the mood to eat breakfast on the first day, so he was called under the Bodhi tree by his teacher.

The man had a benevolent face and a calm and peaceful voice.

"You look vulnerable. Are you upset?"

Ji Luo shook his head and wanted to say something, but was booed by his instructor.

"Students should keep quiet and keep quiet. Language will disturb our thoughts."

Ji Luo raised his eyes slightly.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just pay attention to your breathing." The instructor looked at the tired young man calmly and said, "The sky is vast, the earth is vast, every flower and grass is a world, and every breath and breath is a lifetime."

Ji Luo couldn't understand.

This day's meditation totaled 10 hours. The teenager couldn't suppress his logical thinking, which was accustomed to quick calculation and analysis. He could only make plans and summarize plans in his mind while meditating, and all his thoughts revolved around the business affairs of the consortium.

On the same day, I came to a conclusion: Ji Ling's proposal has some advantages.

Sitting quietly was very exhausting, and Ji Luo fell asleep for two hours that night, in a daze, until the next day.

After getting up at four o'clock, there is still two hours of morning meditation. Ji Luo is used to reading newspapers, listening to the news, and watching the world situation in the morning, and there is no support for anything connected to the outside world...so in order to keep his mind active , he wanted to find a pen and a few pieces of paper, and list all the important things that he thought of yesterday on the paper, so as not to forget.

As a result, the volunteer lady looked at him and laughed: "Student, I don't have paper and pens, so focus on your heart!"

Ji Luo frowned and wanted to say something, but was booed back by the young lady.

"Don't talk." She said, "It's the next day, can you breathe?"

"..."

On the second day, all the group's affairs had been sorted out, but there was no way to spread it to the outside world, and there was nothing else to do. Ji Luo began to think about learning to breathe as his mentor said.

What is learning to breathe.

Who can't breathe...

He began to notice these things that had never been taken seriously.

At the end of the morning meditation, he suddenly felt hungry.

Ji Luo hasn't felt hunger for a long time.

Although the food prepared at home every day is exquisite, it cannot arouse the joy of his taste buds. Eating is only a necessary means to maintain life, and it is done on time, nothing more.

The breakfast at the foot of the mountain this morning was very simple, but when Ji Luo ate alone, he felt that this meal was... different from the previous ones.

When the instructor saw him today, he didn't have any comments, but said: "If you can't breathe, let's let go of your thoughts first."

Ji Luo didn't know what to do.

Long-term insomnia, his thoughts never stop. He has always used his brain too much to make himself sleepy before he can rest. What does it mean to let go of his thoughts, and how can he do it?

Meditation is too tiring, much more tiring than letting him concentrate on doing things.

People who are used to being busy can't stand this kind of free time.

But now that he is here, he can only sit in the hall, sitting cross-legged like all meditators around the world, waiting for the time to pass by.

There is no watch or mobile phone, no concept of time, messy pictures flashing in my mind.

I don't know how long it has passed, when the bell rang, Ji Luo suddenly woke up, and a day passed.

He learned to stop thinking.

……

The next night, he slept for about three or four hours.

The next day, because he hadn't had a good rest for a long time, Ji Luojue felt dizzy and uncomfortable, so when he was sitting cross-legged, he felt that his breathing was a little heavier.

I'm so tired, will I fall ill and have a fever like before?

Or is it just that I hate the silence.

……

Slowly, his thoughts changed back and forth between emptiness and chaos, staring at the name tag in front of his cushion in a daze.

Season falls.

Ji Luo?

Ji Luo...

While reading his own name, he suddenly thought of a long-ago scene.

At that time, he was still young, and he was just curious, so he asked Ji Junde: "Father, why am I called Ji Luo?"

Ji Junde hugged him and said, "Because you are a little gift from the sky to Dad."

"Then why don't I call it Little Gift." The child asked crisply.

Ji Junde smiled: "Little gift was born, but mother left, so to mother, you are the little baby she left behind in the world."

Xiao Jiluo was ignorant.

"So I'm Luoluo from Mom and Dad."

……

He thought he forgot.

Unexpectedly, in such a quiet place, I recalled things from my childhood.

And what my dad said later.

"Although the stars have fallen, the beautiful scenery is engraved in people's hearts. As long as it is remembered, it is not leaving. Mom can't see you, but she has never been forgotten, because we always remember her. To me, my mother is the past. For Dad, you are the present and the future. Luoluo, you are the little baby that Mom and Dad cherished in the past and the future, you must grow up happily every day!"

Ji Luo covered his eyes.

Dad, I can't seem to be happy anymore.

I don't think so...

……

The pale boy realized that his breathing was getting heavier.

It's like a white dove soaring in the sky, suddenly falling to the ground, and getting stuck in the mire again.

It flapped its wings and could only sink deeper and deeper. No matter how hard it tried, it could no longer get out of the mud.

Until there were other breathing sounds beside him.

Very different from my own...

The stranger beside him breathes steadily and long, which sounds reassuring.

Ji Luo suddenly raised his head and glanced at the man.

...not Ji Ling.

Just an ordinary person.

At the same time, he was surprised to find that everyone around him, except himself, had such an even breathing.

Only my own, is pale, intense, chaotic...

Their breathing sounded so nice that Ji Luo felt very envious.

……

On the fourth day, Ji Luo finally understood what the instructor meant by breathing.

When he was meditating, he began to focus on his breathing and heartbeat, trying to calm them down and maintain a stable tone.

He also came to realize that breathing... is just breathing.

It is this moment, this minute and one second, something that only concerns himself.

Meditation, introspection, self-focus.

Ji Luo's heart loosened, and he gradually understood the meaning of this practice.

When I met my mentor again, my mentor said: "Thoughts are the past and the future. Pain is the obsession of thoughts. If you can't get what you want, it will be painful. Why not focus on the present moment."

On the fifth day, Ji Luo sat outside.

At this time, his thoughts were gathered from the chaotic business market, family affairs, and pain, and he really came to the foot of the Himalayas.

He looked up and saw the blue sky like a jewel, the pure white clouds, and the grass that had just sprouted in the courtyard...

All this is the same as before, but not the same.

A word from the instructor rang in his ears.

"impermanence,"

The world is impermanent.

Embrace change...with a sense of normalcy.

Pleasure and pain appear alternately and will eventually pass away. The only constant is impermanence.

Live in the moment and face change.

That night, Ji Luo slept soundly.

On the seventh day, when Ji Luo returned to yesterday's corner, he seemed to see the grass grow taller again.

He squatted down slowly, staring at the grass carefully.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the young man's attention was completely focused on his body. Out of the air, he began to feel his body like observing a plant.

Feel the blood flowing in the blood vessels, the heart beats regularly, the eyelids occasionally rise and fall, the eyelashes are flickering by the wind, the pores and the air live in harmony and breathe together.

The breeze blows gently over the arms, the linden tree drips a drop of morning dew, and the grass makes the slightest sound.

Unknowingly, Ji Luo saw the original appearance of the world.

The wind is the wind, and the snow is the snow.

Everything does not change because of external objects, everything is only because of itself, it is itself.

When the colored filter, the emotion and the language are not there.

Looking at flowers in the fog is not a flower.

Look at the flowers, they are the flowers.

We are all still alive.

Live in this moment.

The young man closed his eyes and felt his feet go numb, so he stood up and turned around.

Then he saw Ji Ling in the distance, wearing a plain white gown, with a plain face, sitting sideways on a terrace facing him.

The man was looking down at his own hands.

His slender fingers were soaked in dew, writing something on the stone platform.

Ji Luo looked at him for a while.

When I looked away again, I didn't feel any pain in my heart, everything was so peaceful.

The ten-day meditation does not provide dinner. For students, if they are hungry at night, they can drink some milk.

Ji Luo ate very little in the past few days. On the seventh day, after calming down, he slowly began to focus on his own feelings. Suddenly... in the evening, a long-lost sense of hunger suddenly appeared in his abdominal cavity .

He was wandering outside the cafeteria, before he could decide whether to go in, the wooden door was pushed open with a sizzle, and a stern man he was familiar with walked out.

Ji Ling held a glass of milk in his hand, paused slightly, and after a while, handed the milk glass to Ji Luo.

The two didn't communicate at all, not even looking at each other.

Ji Luo caught it.

In the past, milk only had the meaning of supplementing nutrition.

Or just the person forcing the can to give himself food.

Today's glass of milk is extremely ordinary, but exceptionally delicate and smooth...

At this moment, the young man let go of his thoughts, sipped the rim of the cup, bit by bit, and finally tasted the sweetness of the milk itself.

……

On the eighth day, when he was meditating again, Ji Luo tried to understand the meaning of Vipassana.

Everything is disturbed, and everyone's cognition of external objects depends only on their own heart.

Ji Luo felt a peace that he had never had before... Recalling the less than ten seconds of contact with Ji Ling yesterday, he was surprised that he remained calm.

He also gradually realized that if all prejudices were discarded, Ji Ling would be a very good person.

It's like every moment after seeing him, as long as Ji Luo looks up, he can see that outstanding man in the vast crowd at a glance.

I couldn't see him before, maybe because I hated him too much.

So thoughts cloud the eyes, emotions cloud the facts.

If I delete all the mistakes and start from scratch, can I get along with him normally.

……

……But.

There is no such thing as starting over.

On the ninth day, when Ji Luo was under the bodhi tree, he looked up and saw Ji Ling on the terrace again.

He still sat there calmly, and didn't violate the rules to find Ji Luo, or say anything else... The man was just like a few days ago, writing something on the stone platform with his fingers.

Ji Luo was suddenly a little curious, what did he write?

As soon as the idea came out, the boy took a step forward on tiptoe, but was stopped by his emotions.

——Just nine days of silence, how can we calm down the complicated feelings of several years.

Before going to bed that night, Ji Luo walked alone to the balcony where Ji Ling used to sit.

While in a daze, the mentor unexpectedly appeared, looked at Ji Luo and said, "You seem to be much better."

Ji Luo is used to silence, so he doesn't speak now.

Just listen to the teacher's words: "Everyone will have different gains after finishing Vipassana meditation. In this life, I may only meet you this time. After tomorrow, I wish you peace and joy."

Ji Luo lowered his eyes, looking at the balcony where Ji Ling always gestured with his fingers.

The instructor followed his gaze and said gently: "There is a young man who has been writing here these days. I don't know what he wrote, it's your Chinese characters...but what he wrote is always the same character , presumably, that word means a lot to him."

Plop, plop.

Ji Luo suddenly felt his own heartbeat.

The instructor read a Zen saying and left a sentence: "Life is long, but ten days is short. If you are in pain, you need to learn to let yourself go. Many things, there is a third choice. Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, only depends on on our individual attitudes.”

……

Under the vast starry sky, the young man nodded silently.

Ten days is too short.

ten years.

If you can't change, let yourself go.Then ten years, also can not get relief.

Ji Luo suddenly realized.

Do I hate Ji Ling?

……

I hate myself.

I hate that I asked my father to take me to the amusement park, and I asked him to go to the company to arrange work. If it wasn't for me, how could he die.

I hate... I'm too young, I can't keep my father's things, I can only rely on others, I'm so incompetent, I can't do anything.

I hate myself so much that I have nowhere to vent my anger, so I hate you too.

……

In the afternoon of the tenth day, the sun was just right.

The young man was standing under the dense trees, his beautiful eyes occasionally flashed with light that was obscured by the leaves, he raised his head, quietly watching something small hidden in the treetops.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Ji Luo didn't look back.

But he knew that someone he knew was standing by his side.

After waiting for a while, I discovered that there was a little monkey catching fruit behind the treetop.

Its arms are a bit short, and it can't reach the small fruit, so it can only wave its claws in a mess, trying to grab the dishonest thing into the palm of its hand.

However, the little monkey was very clumsy, and even though he wasted all his efforts, he didn't succeed...

When speech is silenced, other senses become especially sensitive.

So even if Ji Luo doesn't look back, he still knows that Ji Ling is doing the same thing as himself, they have the same thoughts and the same mood.

The young man could feel the warmth of that person's body, the care he had always had for him, and the urgency to get better.

The man's breath was like a warm sea, enveloping him.

Ji Luo tightened his fingers and kept looking up without looking back.

The two looked at the swaying branches together.

The little monkey swayed for a long time, under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, suddenly kicked his legs hard, planning to fight hard for the fruit!

Unexpectedly, he turned his head and hit the tree trunk, screaming, and fainted.

The funny appearance of the little monkey made Ji Luo laugh out after a long absence.

And the people behind him were also infected, and a deep laugh rolled out of their throats.

Ji Luo was slightly taken aback.

After a while, the boy turned around slowly, and saw the man's cold obsidian eyes and quiet cold brows.

They didn't see their own figure in each other's eyes for ten days, and the two stared at each other wordlessly for a long time.

When the wind blows, the clouds move.

The leaves rustled beautifully overhead.

All elements are the fresh sound of life.

Ji Ling pursed his lower lip, then tilted his head slightly, and moved closer to Ji Luo.

Ji Luo stood where he was and didn't hide from him.

Their lips touched lightly.No hugs or other physical touch, no words or any other emotion.

This shallow kiss was the only kiss that Ji Luo could remember when he was awake for ten years.

It's softer than a breeze...

When Ji Ling separated from him, seeing that Ji Luo didn't reject or disgust him, he heaved a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, and then immediately turned around to avoid Ji Luo's gaze.

From an angle that no one could see, his eyes were red.

And Ji Luo still stood quietly with downcast eyes, carefully discerning the sudden sound of breathing coming from the tips of his ears.

……

On the day the teenagers decided to try their best to let each other go, they heard the wheezing sound from Ji Ling's lungs.

Ji Ling has been smoking for a long time.

Although the taste of green tea is light, Ji Luo is very sensitive, and can smell even a slight change in the smell, not to mention the daily physical sex between the two of them, who are so intimate that Ji Luo can notice any changes in Ji Ling as long as he puts his heart into it.

Occasional coughing accompanied by wheezing.

What is it?

Bronchial problems?Respiratory problems?Lung problems?Lungs... problem?

……

The boy at that time stood in the snow wind in spring, with no expression on his face.

After returning home, Ji Luo withdrew from the daily affairs management of the consortium.

This time, Ji Luo still remembered those indescribable fears.

Especially when Ji Ling kissed himself, he couldn't bear the uncontrollable violent heartbeat, palpitations, and all the unknown emotions that he couldn't control.

Ji Luo couldn't stand Ji Ling's kiss.

So... whatever, don't kiss.

The sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped, Ji Luo was wet all over, and the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes were washed away by the hot water.

He tried his best to hold Jian Ling tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "...Go, go to bed."

The man made another deep and forceful movement, "What did you call me?"

Ji Luo sobbed exhaustedly, and answered him: "Brother...Brother."

……

When sleeping in each other's arms, the boy obediently leaned against the man's chest, closed his eyes and lowered his voice.

……

He can hear it.

This time, Ji Ling's breathing was soothing and even, pure and free of impurities, just like the snow and clouds on the top of the Himalayas, which quietly melted in time and then condensed into the water of life.The gurgling gurgling nourishes all creatures.Let all the cracked deep marks regain the possibility of new life.

The author has something to say: If it is a third-person perspective, and the plot is normal, I will write about Jian Ling.

If it's Luo Luo's views, ideas, or from Luo Luo's point of view, it's Ji Ling who wrote it.

It should not be difficult to understand.Meme Chirp~