"Twilight ......"

The man's voice stretches ......

Twilight took a step back, turned around coldly, ran back to her room, slammed the door shut, and leaned against it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The woman closed her eyes in despair, the taste of not being able to love was too painful, and she didn't want to bear it anymore.

Yang Weiguo didn't understand which move he made wrong, he thought that he had caught this kind of young girl, if it wasn't for the evaporation of the cold twilight rain, he would have coaxed her back.

He's not wrong, a veteran of Fengyue, step by step.

It's a pity she's too transparent.

Leng Twilight doesn't want to be a pet anymore, and she has also found her former kindness.

She wanted him to be happy.

This encounter seems to have become a stalemate, Yang Weiguo wants to make Leng Duyu the one who is happy, and Leng Duyu also wants to fulfill his happiness.

This night, Yang Weiguo lost sleep.

He had never felt that Cold Twilight Rain was so tricky, like Bai Weiwei, who was difficult back then......

Men are cheap, they like what they can't get and what they have lost.

Early the next morning, the cold twilight rain stepped on the train to Changbai Mountain.

Her father led an archaeological team there.

Yang Weiguo "happened" to sit next to her.

He said, "Whoa! I haven't seen archaeology at such an age!

The cold twilight rain turned his head to look out the window.

Many of the stories take place during journeys, long journeys and closed carriages, where even the breath is filled with a dull smell.

Leng Duyu thought that she could hold on until she got out of the car and didn't talk to him, but who knows...... He inadvertently opened up the conversation.

Yang Weiguo didn't go to college, and he didn't even read much in high school, he didn't like to read, and he was good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, that is, he wrote well.

But when he opened his mouth, the topography and strategic layout of the northeast, the cold twilight rain had not yet moved, and the old and young masters in the entire carriage were all attracted by him.

"Big brother, how many years have you been in the Northeast!"

A northeasterner asked.

Yang Weiguo patted his chest, "Six years!"

"I think you're staying at the border!"

The old Northeast mouth came out tentatively, it is not a soldier who has really fought with the old Maozi of the former Soviet Union, where can he say this!

Yang Weiguo smiled, "Yes...... Charging forward creeps ......"

How can they be small soldiers? He and Lu Shaodong are both officers.

However, there are very few officers who can rush to the front, and even if he and Lu Shaodong are bastards, no one is worthy of counting their crimes!

Since Lu Shaodong carried him back from the pile of dead, these two outlaws had made an oath in the snowstorm.

No one in this world can judge them! Fuck God!

Leng Duyu listened quietly on the side, and his heart became more and more excited.

When he was lying naked in the ice and snow for the country and the people, she was still living in the alleys of Shanghai Hutong in the spring and snow, thinking that she was forced by the wind and frost of the two uncles and aunts like Lin Daiyu.

In fact, compared to what he experienced, what was her pain?

The man recalled those glorious years with a smile, his smile was reflected in the eyes of the cold twilight rain, and he became a heroic oil painting part-time.

What woman doesn't love heroes?

Scenes of bloody history have been revealed, and he is no longer a soldier ruffian who plays with Fengyue, he is a real man.

Seven emotions and six desires, a living man.

Yang Weiguo finished chatting, leaned over to her, and evoked a wicked smile, "Am I amazing?"

"Hmm. Leng Duyu nodded quietly.

The man leaned in a little closer, "Then kiss me!"