It was his first love, and the most beautiful emotion in his life was given to that person, and it was also the first time he knew the love between men and women.

But just like most first loves, even if you invest a lot of feelings, you still can't get a good end.

In short, the secret is a little tragic.

But no matter how long has passed, the original feelings have long faded, but the shortcomings of the first love remain in the bottom of his heart, he doesn't want to recall those things at the beginning, until these days, he has become more and more confused.

"Every year?"

Ziyun sat in a wheelchair and looked at Gu Sinian worriedly.

Gu Sinian rubbed his face, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he was using this to signal, I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry about me.

He cheered up and chatted with his sister Ziyun, but people were always distracted.

Ziyun stared at him for a long time.

"If you can't put it down, don't force yourself to put it down."

"What can't you put down?"

He turned his face away and looked at the scenery outside the courtyard, and happened to see the courtyard of the Jiang family next door, where the girl walked out of the stove room with the dishes, beckoning the Jiang family to set the table and take the bowl.

It happened that the girl saw him, so she asked, "Sister Ziyun, Brother Si Nian?" Would you like to come over and eat together? ”

Gu Sinian smiled politely: "No, we have eaten before, and we are not hungry." ”

After answering, he withdrew his gaze and muttered as if to himself.

"When I was a kid, I loved green apples, but when I grew up, I preferred ripe grapes to apples."

Different times, different places, even if you meet the same person, even if the characteristics of the other party have not changed, but your own needs have changed, and the feeling will be different.

Moreover.

His gaze slipped back to the girl next door.

She was getting better and better, but to him he was more of a stranger, no longer possessing the qualities he had once been familiar with.

She is always changing, just like in the beginning, like later, like now.

……

"Yaya, are you asleep?"

At night, Qi Suya was pouting her ass and bending over to wash her hair, when she suddenly heard Jiang Bicheng's ethereal and dreamy voice like a small river, her hair was covered with shampoo foam, and her face was also stained with a lot, and she couldn't open her eyes.

She replied, "I'm here, I'm not sleeping, I'm washing my hair." ”

"Can I go in then?"

"Okay, the door is unlocked, you open the door yourself."

Jiang Bicheng pushed open the door and operated the wooden wheelchair into the room.

Speaking of this wheelchair, it was made by Qi Suya herself, since the birth of the wheelchair, in order to facilitate Jiang Bicheng and Su Nianchu, who are not good at walking, the threshold of the home has been bulldozed.

Jiang Bicheng walked unhindered until he entered the door, and saw the girl with her back to her, wearing a set of small pink pajamas, revealing two white calves.

Because she was washing her hair, she pouted her little ass and pointed it at him.

He blinked, then looked at the peach-shaped little ass with a serious expression.

It's so cute!

If he were replaced by a greasy middle-aged uncle with his current expression, he would definitely look obscene.

But he is a beauty, and the beauty is naturally superior, and his face is clean and pure, not like blasphemy, but like appreciation.

He held out his two hands and gestured in the air.

Well, it's really cute!

Qi Suya washes off the foam on her hair, she has a love for fragrance, and the shampoo, shower gel, and soap she usually uses, all of which are fragrant, and sometimes she sprinkles perfume on her body.

After washing off the shampoo, I applied the conditioner again, rinsed it off, and then scooped up a towel to wrap around my long hair.

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