The sun on a summer morning is not dazzling, and hope is the motivation for people to struggle.

I was awakened by the pain in my head, and the oblique sunlight shone in through the window, because of the curtains, the oblique sunlight seemed a little hazy.

Analyze the beautiful eyes to open a gap, like a snoozing cat, with laziness! While adapting to the sun, I am also adjusting to the pain in my head.

He didn't have the habit of breaking off when he was drunk, and he vaguely remembered what happened yesterday.

Leaning against the edge of the bed, he lifted his bandaged right hand.

Xu was the reason why he didn't sleep well last night, and the white gauze was stained with a little red blood.

When he moved, his brows did not stop, and his wrinkled appearance actually took on a grievance.

It really hurts!

Divide:...... Don't let me know who it is?

People who are drunk usually have a lot of pain in their heads, but they can't.

This is also a place where he is very satisfied with his body.

Although a cup will be poured,

But it doesn't hurt overnight.

That's pretty nice!

The alarm clock next to it was already pointing to 7:50.

It's almost time for class.

He hurriedly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out again, he was already a beautiful, delicate and sunny young man, still wearing a school uniform, due to an injury to his left hand, he didn't wear a coat, but just a thin school uniform t-shirt.

Even though it's the smallest T-shirt, Ana's figure is really thin and it still looks baggy when you wear it. That's why I'm not afraid.

The shirt is so big, you can't tell the corset that has been modified by him inside.

After washing, he didn't carry his schoolbag and went downstairs.

I saw my cheap brother sitting at the dining table, eating elegantly. Sunlight shone in through the window and shone on the man's three-dimensional and deep face.

I have to sigh: This cheap brother of my own family is really jealous.

If the analysis is the feeling of the boy next door, then Yan Shaohan is the feeling of the deep and deep president Fan.

"Brother Han, good morning!"

The sound of the analysis is still so good, and it is suitable for the morning sun, which seems to be very suitable for free and easy.

"Hmmm! Come down and have breakfast. ”

Yan Shaohan put down the food in his hand, looked up at Xiang Xi, and finally landed on the bandage of his right hand, his pale eyes flashed.

There was a pause in the movement of walking.

Looking at the table,

Really extraordinarily rich breakfast

Milk, bread, barley millet porridge, eggs......

That's a full double the usual amount.

"Brother Han, are there any guests coming?"

Otherwise, he couldn't figure out why he had prepared so much breakfast.

"Nope."

"Then why do you eat so much?"

"It's all yours."

"Ah...... Why? ”

I couldn't imagine how I could eat so many things at once.

"No why."

Of course he wouldn't tell him,

Malnutrition was not a symptom of a teenager like him.

He sat down with a sigh of relief, and then saw Yan Shaohan handing him a glass of milk, looking at him with pale eyes.

Xi didn't speak, his inky black eyes looked a little aggrieved, and he was not very willing to take the cup with milk in the man's hand.

Then he did not speak, and silently ate the breakfast that was placed on the table.

"Brother Han, can you give me a leave today?"

He wanted to talk to Fu Qing.

"Yes, but, at least half of it."

The man was surprisingly good at talking today.

He looked at the breakfast on the table and calculated whether his stomach could fit it.

Finally, nodded.

Yan Shaohan seemed to be very satisfied with the young man's performance, and actually laughed.

That smile is as seductive as the first thaw of ice and snow, so evil.

On a morning like this, it's charismatic.

……

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short.

- Su Shi "Jiang Chengzi - Remembering Dreams"