Jun Yan

The dark night is like a song, and the moonlight is like a clean moon.

Shi Yan hasn't come to school for many days.

The next evening self-study is approaching nine o'clock, only the lights of the school are as bright as fireflies.

Ye Qiao and Lin Tong walked side by side, but absent-mindedly.

Ye Qiao: "Lin Tong, today you...I...no, eh!"

Lin Tong: "Don't think too much about it, it's not that my heartless dad will come back from a business trip in a few days, and when I think of him, my heart is blocked."

Ye Qiao was half-believing and half-doubting, seeing his innocent face, she didn't ask any more questions, but there was always something dirty in her heart that she couldn't get over.

They bid farewell at the door and went home separately.

The cold wind is blowing in with the chill, and the whole road is full of neon lights and shadows.Despite the crowds of people around him, his world was terribly silent, like dead ashes.

The bright moon was deep, and the moonlight streamed down, outlining his face like a boy, and the corners of his gray eyes were faintly reflecting the shadow of the moon.

After suffering enough from her husband's infidelity, his mother committed suicide in hatred, leaving him wandering alone in the lonely world.

Her eyes were deeply sunken and her cheekbones were high.

But this is also a great relief. After leaving the mundane world angrily, he is relieved to turn to the road of life and death, and bow to fate.

But why didn't she take herself away, why did she let that indifferent man ignore him, torturing his frail body that needed emotion to maintain.

It's good that you are gone, but I have to carry everything about you and walk alone.

Thinking of this, Lin Tong's temples hurt suddenly, and his watery peach blossom eyes curved into a crescent hook.