"Ah? Really? Husband, you are so awesome. When I was in school, the most troublesome thing was Chinese. As soon as the teacher left his composition homework, I wanted to beat the teacher's head into a pig's head.

Hehe, I didn’t expect that my husband was still so talented. Then tell me what the article you wrote was about.” Xiao Yuruo asked, pestering Xu Lang, as if he had forgotten that his breasts were still exposed.

Xu Lang hugged Xiao Yuruo and slowly swam to the shore. He put Xiao Yuruo in his arms, took the fruit and red wine, and ate it while talking about the award-winning essay.

"I stood in the middle of the ice. I waited for you. I heard the black tide surging, my sorrow was clean and quiet, my despair was more careful than fear. So someone walked by silently, so the desolation in my heart was not worth mentioning. At that time, I realized that my efforts to shout were your warm call.

The first second.

In winter, the sun shines along the bare branches, and I just gently stranded my happiness. The pure-colored shepherd boy did not realize that I was really moved. The sky blue sand dunes were washed over and over again by the sea.

The second second.

If it weren't for the germinate birds who chose to melt their wings, if it weren't for the hard-working bees who chose to sweat, maybe, I'd let the weeds linger in front of the courtyard again, maybe, I would believe that the gourds on the street are still sweet.

The third second.

The dream of time is about to close, and the light gradually fades away. The messenger in a white robe beats the drum face hard. My face is full of hesitation with heroic steps. We are not short of any glory, but glorious people lack us.

The fourth second.

I used my fingers to warm the ice flowers on the window, and then stared at the irregular trajectory left by the water droplets. I thought someone would help me straighten my messy long hair in the wind, and I thought someone would embrace me in the lake where the air was filled with frost.

The fifth second.

I wish I could ask you to let go of your pride, let go of your pretentiousness, and let go of your pretentiousness, and wash away your heart that has been trained for more than ten years in the world, but the initial power of life is just a confused love, a cloud, a sea, and it doesn’t matter the love of the world, time.

Sixth second.

Antonio's song is singing, birds are running, and living is not just to see a dawn sky is cold and fascinating. I am willing to complete the profound beauty with the storm. After love, I no longer expect freedom and freedom.

The seventh second.
Chapter completed!