His pheromones are poisonous

, is the longest love letter I want to write to you.

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"It's snowing, Mr. He, I'll pick you up."

"It is said that this is the biggest snowfall in Sioux City in the past few decades."

"Let's go to Dongshan to live for a few days." Just like that year.

After experiencing so many things, the house in Dongshan is still there.

This year they specially prepared sweet potatoes, and they also stored a lot of dry food. The snow fell extraordinarily hard, covering the world with a layer of whiteness and softness that never stopped.

The charcoal fire in the stove is hot and vigorous, and a pot of rice wine is boiling on the charcoal fire.

There is no need for expensive foreign wine. On days like this, warming a pot of rice wine is the most heart-warming.

The north wind whizzed by, and the two cuddled together to watch the snow, talking about the future and what they should do tomorrow.

Maybe build a snowman and take some snow scenes.

Bai Shuo takes a lot of photos every year, and He Zhixu.

For this reason, he also specially learned photography, the so-called skills do not overwhelm him.

Time will not stay for anyone, every minute is passing by, Mr. He now has a gentle temperament.

Sitting by the fire, the warm-toned light cast a soft halo on people. He smiled lightly in this light, and there were already slight fine lines at the end of his eyes.

Bai Shuo was startled, and then he realized that Mr. He was so much older than himself, and because of his young age, he was naturally favored.

When we first got together, people all over the world knew that Bai Shuo liked He Zhixu, but whether He Zhixu liked Bai Shuo was a question mark. As time went by, everyone knew that He Zhixu fell in love with Bai Shuo .

Bai Shuo walked over gently, straddled Mr. He's lap, held Mr. He's face in both hands, and looked intently and intently.

Mr. He had no choice but to bend his eyes slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. He, you've got wrinkles." Bai Shuo grinned presumptuously and recklessly, "You're getting old."

"Why, I'm old, and you despise me?" Mr. He wrapped one hand around Bai Shuo's waist, and pulled him over.

"How is it possible?" Bai Shuo retorted seriously, and gently kissed the corners of Mr. He's eyes, "I like you, even the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes."

"Even if Mr. He grows white hair and loses all his teeth in the future, I still like him as always." What's more, even the wrinkled Mr. He is even more attractive, with a pair of fox eyes still seductive.

Bai Shuo was serious for only three seconds, and in the next second he was groping people through He Zhixu's clothes: "Mr. He, I want to hug you like last night, over and over again."

"As you wish, over and over again." Mr. He picked him up and threw him on the bed, and began to peel off his clothes.

The snow in Sucheng was still falling, and it was cold and lonely outside.

And inside the hut, a spring is in full swing.

The rice wine was simmering on the stove, and no one cared about him anymore.

And the two goblins on the bed may still be fighting.

"Well, I can't eat anymore, Mr. He." Bai Shuo always had to pay for his words this night.

Life is monotonous and boring, but in life, there will always be a person whose existence can withstand all the wind, frost, rain and snow, and can also withstand the long years.

The author says:

I like such an ordinary and gentle life, but I can withstand the wind and snow and the long years

Try to finish this article as much as possible, if you don’t know what to write, don’t write it.

The next one is "Can I Like You" is not long, take your time, a short story, not so many supporting roles, a story of two ordinary people falling in love in a small town.It's not the overlord of a wealthy family, and it won't become a wealthy family in the future.

Still cookies.There is no such thing as a villain of refined green tea and white lotus Madonna.Nothing, sorry.

This year's Gudan, here may have to be put on hold until next year, and at the end of the year, a certain Tang will have another Gudan.

Anyway, the papers are published at the end of the year, and the second half of the year is too busy moving bricks.