In my eyes, constantly changing, entwined, I and my guards are leaning, all kinds of overlapping pictures, heavy, deep, delicate, flawless. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What kind of painting, what kind of music, how to get it, Wei Zi and I are leaning, and the beauty is so beautiful that the eyes are entangled.

"Autumn Confusion."

The voice of Jinnan night is very close, very light, very clear, but too gentle.

"Jinnan night."

I was dumbfounded, stupid, guilty, but reluctant, slowly retracting my soul and throwing it away outside the mountains of the sky.

I'm sorry, Jin Nanye, you look at me just a stone's throw away, but, in my mind, in my heart, I can't help but appear, it's still, my guard.

I'm sorry, Jinnan night, you hugged me and danced gently, but in my eyes and mouth, the only thing I love in my life is still, my guard.

I'm sorry, Jinnanye, I'm not yours.

But, Qiu Chao, I am yours, yours.

Timidly, guiltily, and secretly, I looked at the boy.

The young man's eyebrows are delicate and flawless, and the eyebrows are soft and frowning, entwined, melting, and clear grievances.

The young man's lips are perfectly bewitched, and the lips and tongue are gentle and pouting, and they are clear, soft and innocent.

My eyes are shining, with timidity, with unbearability, with guilt, with guilt, in fact, Jinnan night, I just, I dare not look at you.

However, the boy just made my eyes shine, and there was nowhere to escape.

The young man's forehead is gentle against mine, the tip of the young man's nose is affectionately attached to mine, and the young man's lips are ambiguously wrapped around me. The light of the boy's eyes, stupidly, deeply, slowly, slowly, irresistibly, chasing, restricting, pampering, my eyes.

I couldn't avoid it, I couldn't hide it, I was helpless to the extreme, and I looked deeply at the boy.

What painting, what music, autumn confusion, I just think, drunk, sinful, sinking, deep, ruthless, soft and sunk, your clear and flawless eyes.

What painting, what music, autumn confusion, I just think, drunk, sinful, sinking, gently, slowly, melting, falling in, your beautiful and delicate appearance.

No matter how moist the painting is, no matter how clear the music is, it is not as beautiful as the young man's eyes to the extreme.

No matter how beautiful the painting is, no matter how clear the music is, it is not as clear as the young man's extremely clear appearance.

In the overlapping and changing painting environment, the warm and clear sound of the song, the beautiful and flawless picture, bewitching, under the gentle painting, Shaoguang is intricate:

Shaoguang dances the brocade strings, extremely beautiful, mottled and jagged paintings, the extreme clear, the soft and bewitching music, the boy and I, dancing man.

The petals are beautiful and destroyed, but they are shocked and reborn, and the lake is clear and gone, but it is beautiful and transformed.

Shaoguang, all the time, is changing.

Painting environment, Zhen Zhen seconds seconds, in reset.

The boy's hair, my hair, is entangled, can't be dissolved, can't be drawn, is constantly entangled, not enough to fold, but too much, deep affection.

The young man's brocade robe, my skirt, the bones and ecstasy, can't be staggered, can't be carved, constantly around, not enough to dance, but overdone, gentle and scorching.

The light of the boy's eyes, gentle and affectionate, was chasing, and the light of my eyes, panicked, was dodging.

The young man's eyes were hot and clear.

The light of my eyes is flawless, flawless and extreme.

Shaoguang is soft, and the painting is clear. The young man's eyes, affectionate, are constantly deepening. However, the light in my eyes is constant, ethereal.

In my eyes, in my brain, in my heart, what appears is still what I love in my life, my guard.

The boy's lips, in my ear, kissed tenderly.

I came back to my senses and looked timidly at the boy.

The appearance of a young man, affectionate, entangled in my appearance.

I dodged, but the boy chased after me urgently.

I can't avoid it, my eyes are deep, look into the bottom of the boy's eyes, in my eyes, the boy's extremely clear face.

The eyes of the young man, drunk, deep, restricted, ruthless, entangled, gentle, pampered, my immaculate clear eyes, my beautiful appearance.

In the light of my eyes, it is not a clear and heavy painting, not a gentle and affectionate music, but it is just the perfect light of the young man's eyes and the extremely clear appearance of the young man.

The picture is constantly reset, stacked, and the brocade clothes of me and the teenager are constantly changing and intricate.

What remains the same, but it is that the young man and I have flawless clear eyes and too clear appearance.

Outside the screen, the boy and I danced.

In the picture, I and the boy are dancing clearly.

Outside the screen, I dodged, the eyes of a teenager.

In the picture, I dodged, the young man's eyes.

Outside the picture, the young man was gently persecuting, and my panicked eyes looked at him deeply.

In the picture, the young man was affectionately forced, and I looked at him slowly with a confused look.

Outside the picture, in the light of my eyes, in my mind, in my heart, slowly appearing, is my Wei Zitian.

In the picture, in the light of my eyes, in my brain, in my heart, what is softly portrayed is my Wei Zitian.

Outside the picture, I looked at the boy timidly and guiltily, the young man's extremely clear appearance was full of grievances and innocence.

In the picture, I was timid and couldn't bear to look at the young man, the young man's beautiful eyes were full of sadness and helplessness.

I started, not clear, in the picture, off the screen, whether I was me.

Autumn confusion, in the picture, outside the picture, you are always you, and I am always me, holding you deeply.

Jin Nanye, you say, why, in the picture, outside the picture, what I love is just Wei Zitian.

Autumn confusion, in the picture, is our past. Off the screen, it's our present.

However, once upon a time, you loved Wei Zitian. Now, what you love is still Wei Zitian.

Autumn confusion, I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to fall in love with me.

Jinnan night, don't wait, I only love my Wei Zitian.

No, Qiu Confusion, I will wait for you, I will always wait for you.

I frowned, pretending to be aggrieved: "Jinnan night, my feet hurt." ”

Jinnan night, I just, I don't want to dance with you.

Jin Nanye couldn't help laughing, pouting softly, and couldn't bear to expose my panic, but he smiled evilly and exposed my lies. Jin Nanye's eyes were disdainful, but gentle, flickering, delicate and flawless, too pampered: "Autumn confusion, this is in the air, not on the ground." ”

I hummed angrily, but my heart was never discouraged: "Jinnan night, hum, my hand hurts." ”

The smile on Jinnanye's lips is deeper and more exquisite, it is the clear spring water, the gentleness that cannot be melted, the deep affection that cannot be painted by the time brush, the delicacy that cannot be carved by the knife and axe, the delicacy that cannot be carved, the petals of the golden year, and the flawlessness that blooms: "Autumn confusion, your hand is not moving, I am holding you." ”

I'm angry, but I'm not compromised.

I lowered my head, lowered my eyes, pretended, fiercely, and frowned deeply: "Jinnan night, I'm uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable." (To be continued.) )