The book was blank, not a single word.

Hua Yin's fingers pinching the page tightened, as if he thought of some possibility, his eyes were gloomy, and his whole face was almost clouded.

Could it be that Bai Liao noticed that he had dropped the bag? Hiding something.

The palm gradually gathered black gas, and it was like a wisp of needle and thread that all got into the book.

Suddenly, the whitened pages turned yellow, revealing a color that was almost vicissitudes. The whole book seems to have been replaced, the upper right corner of the old page is polished thin, some of it is written with a brush, and the handwriting is almost unreadable.

Sure enough, it's a trick.

Hua Yin casually saw the blurred neat handwriting on a page in the middle, and his expression was stunned.

"The royal capital is in the middle of winter in 165 years.

Today, the teenager asked me for my name, and I didn't answer.

Then he said it himself: Bai Zhihe, well...... It means to grow old. Holding the hand of the son, does it mean to grow old with the son?

It's the most beautiful love story I've ever heard.

——Write down, white and persistent. ”

"The late autumn of the 221st year of the royal capital.

The young man is uninhibited by nature, and he has flirted with everyone in the city.

Every time I hear the name of the young man from his mouth, it means that he has molested a girl again.

My heart was so sad, but there was nothing I could do but whip him.

Bury the dirty thoughts in your heart in the soil, and if he detects it, he will surely hate me for a thousand miles.

From the beginning, it was my fault. fell in love with a young man, left him by his side, and let the love, hate, and hatred take root in his heart little by little, and fall into it.

I wanted to cut through the mess quickly, but the more I cut it, the more chaotic it became.

I'm just his teacher.

Not a moment dare to forget.

——Write down, white and persistent. ”

"The middle day of the 236th year of the royal capital.

There seems to be a lot of powerlessness, none as heavy as it is today.

I already knew that he had something on his mind lately, and his schoolwork was decadent. At night, I followed him to the largest green building in the city, and I had an ominous premonition in my heart.

witnessed him indulging in the flower wine man, holding the beautiful male prostitute in his arms, singing for several days and nights.

I was dizzy, and I felt my heart pound suddenly, and then it hurt like a knife.

Jealousy almost overwhelmed my sanity.

At the same time, there is also a hint of joy, he also loves men.

During the night I had a dream in which he was as seductive as the male prostitute under me.

When I woke up with a thin sweat, I made a clear decision to calm down the dryness on my body.

Have a bone in one's throat.

——Write down, white and persistent. ”

"The early spring of the royal capital 239.

Inside the Quartet City.

I drove Xiaoyuan away.

The pain in my heart almost swallowed me, and I couldn't breathe, piercing my heart like a long time. But I knew it was the best option.

The deadline given by the prefecture was short, and the agreement signed had already begun to work, and my whole body was as painful as a broken bone reunited, and I did not want the young man to endure such a punishment and pain as I did.

Some regrets, regret to bring the boy out of the red maple forest in Jizhou, we are two parallel lines, but I was twisted into an intersection for my own selfish desires.

I think he didn't want to.

He must hate me.

I don't think we'll ever see each other again.

——Write down, white and persistent. ”

"The early spring of the royal capital of 634.

I see him again.

In the Sifang City, he was dressed in red and stained with Banban's blood, his posture was slender, his eyebrows were a little thicker than in his memory, and his smile seemed to have been quenched in blood.

He smiled and said to me: Master, I haven't seen you for a long time.

Countless words surged in my heart, but they were all blocked in my throat.

His eyes followed his back, and he couldn't say anything.

Bitter terrible.

——Write down, white and persistent. ”