I don't know why Kang Lele's hands, especially his fingertips, are covered with scratches, and he often flips his hands when he gestures, so at first glance, the blood hula is terrifying.

Although Haixin was curious about where his injury came from, he struggled with him all morning, and at this time, he was really unable to fight without intention, so he didn't see anything.

Turning his head and leading Ah Bao, he walked away on his own. I wondered what he wanted to say to her, why was he unkempt and his hands were hurt?

Anyway, from childhood to adulthood, like this, it has been more than a time to break up at the beginning, and it is not bad this time.

When these two people were young, they were like dogs biting dogs, although this can be regarded as a kind of frank 'confession' meeting. But confession is not the same as honesty.

They can confess to each other because no one cares about anyone, and no one cares about anyone. It is precisely for this reason that he is far from honesty and farther than anyone else.

Seeing that Haixin looked like he couldn't avoid himself, Kang Lele immediately broke the jar and fell.

But as soon as he turned his head to brush his sleeves away, the back of his hand hit the stone through his trouser pocket.

At this time, although the wound on the back of his hand was no longer bleeding, it still made him feel a pain under the impact, and when it came to his heart, he dispelled the idea of leaving.

The reason why he looked like a beggar didn't want to get back the stone she gave him.

The stones that Haixin gave him today were either abandoned by him or kicked away, and all of them were nowhere to be found.

It's the only one that has been lost. If it weren't for the fact that it had a touch of red on it, it would be a needle in a haystack even if you had the heart to find it.

But even so, he spent a whole day looking on the gravel-strewn beach. From sunrise to dusk, when he rummaged through the gravel and saw the precious little red in the stones as much as dust, it seemed that he had glimpsed his original intention from the years accumulated minute by minute.

Is there no meaning in a life that cannot be achieved in fame? Is the sweat that cannot blossom and bear fruit worthless and nothing?

If you can't get the praise and praise of the world, won't it start, that wandering that doesn't know where the road is?

Although the erroneous journey through time and space has made him lose everything, no matter what time and space he is in, no matter how many times he repeats himself, in addition to his dedication to the violin, there are also answers to these questions.

Just like a small blush on a certain stone on this gravel-covered river beach, a small "like" is all the reason for the beginning of the journey.

The joy of that moment and the mixed feelings that have not been reaped for many years. That's why he can't wait to come to her.

He had to tell her, because if he didn't, he would be a stubborn stone.