Especially Jiang Jiumei, after dyeing her red hair. made Jiang Jiumei's personality charm of mature women even deeper.

It can be said that whether it is Xia Shiliu's blue hair or Jiang Jiumei's red hair, they are undoubtedly adding points to Xia Shiliu and Jiang Jiumei.

At this time, Ye Chen followed Jiang Jiumei and walked in the direction where Jiangwa Village was located. By this time, it was completely dark. Immediately after, Jiang Jiumei took out a lantern that was neither big nor small from his space ring. This lantern, in Jiang Jiumei's hands, can help Jiang Jiumei guide the direction to Jiangwa Village.

The night sky in early winter is as elegant as chocolate. Comfortable and comfortable, the cold wind sometimes blows over the earth, sometimes humming a song drifts past the ears, and the sweetness of the scene can't help but make people envious beautifully.

In winter, it's still so cold. The small room is still a shadow of my loneliness. It's your own footsteps that go in and out. A person's night, in addition to being quiet, is still deserted. Sometimes, I sleep alone in a cold bed, breathing through my own faint breath, exhaling a thin layer of heat. Looking at the dark sky outside the window, thinking about life, what I am pursuing, I don't know, I can't find a very clear answer. I can only let myself be addicted and tired, and fall asleep indifferently.

On a winter night, when you lie in the study, imagine yourself as the protagonist of a tragedy, experiencing joy and sorrow in the ups and downs of other people's fates. You will thank Heaven for allowing you to avoid one merciless rod of fate after another.

The night is so silent, and the music coming out of the window makes my soft heart breed more sweet fantasies and lingering thoughts, this sweet longing is so picturesque, intoxicated, let myself be intoxicated and can't help myself.

On winter nights, in my warm room, the lights are like small suns, as if they can give me the sunshine of Zhuhai winter, and use its warm light to penetrate into my transparent and simple heart.

On winter nights, pedestrians are scarce, cars occasionally pass by, and trees stand quietly. Looking at the ordinary days of the houses on both sides of the street, there are often strings of laughter floating into my heart, what a peaceful, harmonious and happy night it is, the sparse stars in the sky blink at all this in the world, I have disappeared into this wonderful night at this time.

The night was silent, the moon was cloudy, and the night was getting deeper. When people come out of the hustle and bustle of the city, lie down in the thick bedding and have warm and sweet dreams, I will quietly listen to the snowflakes falling, I will walk to the windowsill and stretch out the window to feel the temperature of the snowflakes; Sometimes, I would step out of the house in the silence of the night, stand in the empty space, and have a conversation with the fluttering snowflakes.

It was a deep winter night, and I dreamed back at midnight, and suddenly I was enveloped in a strong breath, which rose into the air, rushed in my face, and covered the earth, like the waves of the sea, like a mist rising from a deep valley, fluttering up and down, and repeatedly striking me, making me powerless to resist. The smell was getting stronger and stronger, permeating my whole room, it was a long-lost smell, a warm scent, and a sweet and silky coolness, I didn't seem to smell it for a long time. I opened the window, and a cold wind blew in my face, and it was the same smell, a cool and sweet taste, with a sour sadness, overflowing with honey, and I could once again tell with certainty that it was the smell of peaches from the wilderness.

The warmth of the winter night is the hand of mercy stretched out by God. Just as after enduring the summer heat, it will be cooled in the evening breeze, so that people can feel the gentleness and coolness of the breeze. I think the warmth of the winter night is also a kind of compensation for God's loving heart, in order to comfort us and endure the cold during the day.

The night came again in a daze, the cold made the night miserable, and the loneliness made the night sleepless. Chaotic days, empty memories, I don't know if I still have a heartbeat. Outside the window, the cold wind was bleak, a few dead trees were swaying in the cold wind, and the dim light stretched the shadows of the branches swaying, which looked particularly weird. Inside the house, sadness covers the temperature of a man, and a thick layer of sadness wafts around.

The park on a winter night is lonely, deserted, and uninhabited. Occasionally, a figure walks by on the dark corridor, looking ghostly. The noise and bustle seen in the summer is gone. It was dark, there were no lights, just a glimmer of light reflected on the street opposite. There is also the white glow of snow falling on the grass. Broken dead leaves are scattered on it. The whiteness in the darkness faintly made me feel the smell of plant decay and death.

The winter at night is a little less lively and lively, but it adds a bit of tranquility and peace. After a busy day, people can sit in front of the stove, build a cup of hot tea, sip a glass of wine, cook a steaming meal, and enjoy their own warmth and comfort. The world outside is quiet, but the personal "heaven and earth" is very lively, which may be what the poet calls the beauty of winter. Some people often complain about the harsh cold of winter, but they don't know that it is precisely because of the severe cold of winter that we can experience the warmth of the spring breeze and the coolness of the autumn breeze, and will usher in the spring of white flowers and the golden autumn. In the journey of life, only after experiencing the cold and harshness of winter will there be a moment of joy and happiness of harvest.

Winter nights are not only cold and lonely, but also contain countless beauty, which comes from the heart, and is a curling smoke in the depths of the heart. Like the bell of the evening prayer, it comes from afar, with pious prayers and good wishes, spreading beauty in every corner.

The moonlight is so cold, and the trembling feeling is like a broken stone, gently hitting the bottom of my heart like a pool of gentle lake water, gently rippling, reflecting bits and pieces, small and fragmented memories of the past. Especially in this cold winter night, the artistic conception of Xiao Se is even more aggravated by the infatuation of the former beloved, in the silence of the night, in this vast silence, let this beautiful miss kiss their soul, so that when you close your eyes, you can see the clear love of your beloved.

Having said all that, I just want to tell you that the winter is cold. In this hot summer day, head don't feel like I'm watery. I'm just working hard.,For you to see this article.,To be cool.。。

At this time, Erha, since he landed, has been smelling the smell and looking for Ye Chen. After all, Erha is not only the skin of the demon, but also the combat power of the very demon.

At the same time, don't forget about it. Erha, after all, it's still a husky!