The sky was drizzling.

fell on Jiang Liang's face, it didn't hurt; smashed on Jiang Liang's heart, bone-loving pain.

He was most afraid of the rain, but now, he is not afraid. Because, he has something more afraid.

When he was young, he tried to please her. I often moan without illness, and do a few limerick poems without pain.

At that time, he was still very fond of rain. Rain is an excellent subject for poets to write poems.

As for what was being recited, he didn't remember much. It is mostly a praise of the rain, a vain self-indulgence, and a description of the love of the flower season.

In other words, love poems written by him.

It's a pity that maybe it's because he's writing too obscure, or she's too dull, it's just fancy.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn.

When he was a teenager, he didn't know anything about the world, and he reluctantly said that he was worried about writing new words; Now, after all the hardships of the world, full of sorrow, there is no way to tell.

Hiss......

Caught off guard, Jiang Liang's face was scratched by the swaying branches in the wind.

It is not light or heavy, it is enough to make Jiang Liang's delicate face bleed.

The face was cold and cold, mixed with tears, and it was a hot pain.

Jiang Liang stretched out his hand in a daze and touched his face.

He used to be most afraid of pain, and he screamed for a long time at the slightest injury, and she took pity on her.

Later......

She is gone, and the injuries are all carried by herself. No matter how big the injury is, the pain of scraping the bones is not a problem.

But why is it that now, all of a sudden, it hurts......

Tears, blood, rain, bewilderment......

Love, hate, affection, lingering compassion......

…………

Under the tree not far away, Ah Sheng looked at Jiang Liang dumbfounded, and his two black and white eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.

Isn't he just looking for Little Rose? I actually hit the boss and wanted to kill myself!

I saw the boss standing trembling on the tree, half of his feet in the air. There is blood and rain on the face, proper self-harm!

The face is full of otherworldliness, the eyes are clear and indifferent, the body is long and jade, and the messy hair flies in the wind......

This is the rhythm of feathering and ascending immortals!

Ahem, forgive me for watching too much of Ah Sheng's fantasy fairy tales recently.

Disastrous! Disastrous! Ah Sheng didn't think about rushing over, let go of that beauty and let me come!

Immediately, he rushed to the bottom of the tree and shouted hoarsely: "Boss! Don't miss it! This world is beautiful, don't hang yourself from a tree! ”

It's not that he's bulky, but he's afraid of overpowering the tree, and he wants to go up the tree and drag the boss down.

The heroic voice amazed the four seats.

The birds flying in the sky chirped and fell to the ground, half dead; The boring sound of cicadas came to an abrupt end, and in the whole world, only the sound of Ah Sheng's breath was left.

Halfway through the shout, Ah Sheng sensed that something was wrong and slapped his head hard: "Oh no, it's jumping to death on a tree!" ”

No, no, how can you say that?

Ah Sheng was so anxious that his head was sweating, and he quickly changed his words: "Boss! Don't jump! Not a single tree! ”