The icy cold wind indulges, and when you get here, it turns into a love wind.

The gentle wind fluttered, drifting through her body and soul.

As long as a person's joy and happiness come from the heart, then it is joy and happiness.

Yang Qing loosened the cloak in her hand and gently hugged her body.

The cloak fluttered in the cold wind, and his man stood like a stone statue.

The smile in her eyes was thicker, but the hug was tighter.

"You're such a strange person."

Silent without life.

"Why don't you keep talking?"

Silent without life.

"You look like you're a nerd."

Silent without life.

"But it's easy for you to make people stupid."

Silent without life.

"Actually, you are a piece of wood, but in your arms you are a stone, a hard, merciless but warm stone."

Speechless, already sighing.

Standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand, his dark eyes without a trace of emotion, staring and poking into the distance like a gun.

There is only fire in the distance.

Blazing fires and billowing smoke.

Qionghua's body had gradually passed away in the flames and smoke, and it was gradually blurred.

There is still a dignified and noble remnant inside, still standing, no matter how fierce and intense the fire is and how fierce and intense the smoke is, it seems that it will not be affected or touched.

The reason why it can't be burned out forever may be because it is the blood and nature of human beings, and it is also where the human flavor lies in her life.

Her body had been wiped out, and her soul and spirit seemed to have turned into smoke and drifted into the distance, a place far away, a place inaccessible to humans.

The fire withered, and the smoke slowly faded.

Everything seems to have been reduced to ashes, leaving only the slightest trace of human smell as if swaying and drifting,......。

......。

The lifeless eyes stared at and poked like a spear, not moving, not speaking.

Yang Qingjiao smiled, her face was already hot, hot against his back, and said: "You stand like a stone, I won't object, but you can't say a word, like a log." ”

Silent without life.

"You can't keep being wood, okay?"

Silent without life.

"If you don't talk like this, you can easily turn into a piece of wood."

Silent without life.

"Girls don't like it, so it's easy for wood to become a single."

Silent without life.

"You are a little bachelor now, you will be a big bachelor in the future, and you will become an old bachelor in the future."

Speechless, already sighing.

"So you have to learn to talk, whatever you want."

There is no life, and the sigh is longer.

He turned around and stretched out his arm, and Yang Qing suddenly jumped in.

She jumped in and kissed him comfortably on the neck, closed her eyes and said nothing, grinding her teeth slowly, as if she was contemplating something, as if she was reminiscing about something.

As a result, the flush on the face became more intense, and the heat of the body became more intense.

The icy, biting cold wind drifted by, and it became indescribably gentle, amorous, and ecstatic.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand, and his empty eyes stared and poked into the distance like spears.

Then he immediately came here, into the distance, and the distant dawn was gradually flushed,......。

The ripples gently lapped the shore, and after a night of darkness, the roots of the wicker seemed to be less vivid and flexible than yesterday, and they were indescribably tired and powerless.

But their passion is still there, it is a couple that Yang Qing saw.

The lover followed the direction she had shown him, and he looked and delighted, and the joy in his eyes seemed to be more tired and weak than yesterday.

The girl sat on his lap and smiled and pointed to the fish in the river, the fish that were playing.

The girl smiled and said, "Have you seen it?" ”

The lover nodded, his eyes widened and brightened.

He smiled and was happy.

"Guess which one is male?"

The lover smiled bitterly, already sparing his head, although his eyes were looking, he was actually pondering, pondering how to make her happier and happier.

"You're really a pig's head, that's male, that's female, do you see?"

The lover's head nodded like a flower list.

The girl smiled softly, laughing and breaking free from his embrace, gently stroking the swaying wicker, indescribable joy and joy.

She didn't hate or be unhappy because the wicker had become yellow and sluggish.

She twisted it slightly, shook it gently, closed her eyes and smelled it, and the joy on her face became even stronger.

The lover smiled and said, "You like wicker?" ”

The girl nodded, "I like it, it's so soft, vivid, and lively at all times." ”

The lover smiled, and although his smile was extremely tired and weak, it was extremely joyful and joyful.

His eyes suddenly became brighter, as if he had discovered a treasure, a treasure that could be liked by a young girl.

"Sit down, close your eyes, and I'm going to give you something, something you're sure to like."

The girl sat down at once, closed her eyes, and smiled coquettishly, and though she tried to control herself, joy and pleasure had turned from her face to a flush.

She smiled and stretched her neck, waiting, waiting for the kiss of her lover, only kisses and nothing else at a time.

She didn't get tired of it, but liked it even more.

The lover gently put the braided straw hat on her head, and waited quietly, waiting for the girl to open her eyes.

The girl opened her eyes, looked at the river stupidly, looked at the reflection stupidly, and the joy and pleasure in her eyes became even stronger, so thick that it turned into a gentle twitch,......。

"You're such a wishful man, how do you know I'm going to like it?"

The lover was silent, looking at her happy and joyful.

Because he knows that whatever is given to her, she will like and be happy, just as she also knows that no matter what she receives, it is his care and meticulousness.

Yang Qing suddenly jumped out of her embrace, pulled her cloak, smiled stupidly, and pointed at them.

Silent and standing like a stone statue.

"I want you to do something now."

Silent without life.

"If you don't, I'll scream."

Silent without life.

"You said that you abducted me, and you forced me to give birth to 10,000 children."

Speechless, already sighing.

Sighing, he turned around and looked at her.

"You hold me, swing around the river, just a circle."

"Do you want them to see it?"

"Yes, just once."

"Okay."

He stood like a stone statue, arms outstretched.

A light smoke swept up and floated to the surface of the river.

The ripples on the surface of the river rippled, and the smile on her face was raised.

Yang Qing looked at the couple happily, smiling stupidly, and the smugness of the idiocy was even stronger.

The girl by the river was really looking at them, and she could see that there was a look of envy in her eyes, and even her eyes were shining with envy.

The girl gritted her teeth slightly, turned around, smiled stupidly, and pointed at Yang Qing stupidly, Yang Qing's smug smile.

The lover forced himself to laugh, smiled and stood up, stretching out his hands.

The girl laughed and jumped in, and they suddenly fell to the ground.

The girl didn't complain about her lover, but gently lifted him up, sat down on the stone, and rested.

The lover's eyes showed apologies, extremely weak apologies.

The girl smiled and hugged him, and there was apology in her eyes.

She smiled and beckoned to Yang Qing.

So Wusheng floated over like a light smoke, and he stood like a stone statue, silent.

The smile on Yang Qing's face became even stronger, indescribably proud and happy.

The girl forced herself to laugh, laughing with great envy, and gave her the hat on her head with a smile.

"You'll look better when you wear it."

"Thank you."

The girl stopped talking, took her lover's hand and left the place.

The lover didn't take a few steps before he suddenly fell down, and the girl's nervous smile suddenly stiffened and died.

She picked up her lover, then squatted down and gently rubbed his knees, the apology in her eyes thickened, as if tears would flow out at any moment.

She knew that she had asked for too much forbidden fruit in the lonely night, and that even his body had gradually lost weight and weakened.

There was also an apology in the lover's eyes, a kind of unwillingness but helpless apology from a man.

He pulled the girl up, and looked at her quietly, his eyes still like the day and moment when they first met, without a trace of change, burning like a flame, indescribably extremely enthusiastic and happy.

They just stared, silent, and didn't need to say any more.

The girl smiled and bowed to Yang Qing.

"There will be a date later."

"There will be a date later."

The lover didn't walk on his own, it was the girl who carried him.

Watching them leave, Yang Qing suddenly felt an indescribable envy in her heart, and became indescribably lonely and lonely.

Sitting quietly by the river, quietly looking at the shadows in the river, there was an inexplicable discomfort and stinging pain in my heart.

The fish in the river are happily following the waves, and they are both jumping with joy.

She sighed quietly, and the loneliness and loneliness in her eyes became stronger.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Empty eyes stared and poked into the distance like spears.

In the distance, there are only ripples, which are rushing to the shore with the dawn of dawn, tirelessly and disgustingly lapping against the shore.

"You're on your mind."

Yang Qing was silent.

"You shouldn't be so careful."

Yang Qing was silent.

"You haven't learned to be so merry."

Yang Qing was silent.

"You have to learn to find joy and enjoy it."

Yang Qing was silent, but tried to throw herself into his arms, already gasping.

Without saying a word, he picked her up and walked to the woods.

The cold wind gusts, and the fallen leaves are sluggish.

A person walked at the end of the fallen leaves.

One person, one bell.

The bucket-sized bell looked extremely easy in his hands.

The snow-white beard fluttered in the cold wind, and the snow-white dust swayed.

He walked with his head down, and his eyes never left the ground for a moment, as if he was afraid that a pit would appear on the ground and trap himself.

He rang the bell and walked slowly, neither fast nor slow, but extremely careful and very careful.

The ringtones are extremely strange and weird.

Every time it sounds, the earth seems to tremble, and everything on the earth seems to tremble.

The fallen leaves fell to the ground and suddenly shattered.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Empty eyes stared at this man like spearheads, as if they wanted to stab him to death on the ground.

The man walked slowly towards him with his head bowed.

He was slowly backing away.

Yang Qing raised her head and stared at this person, but her mouth was wheezing, and the wheezing was unbearable, and she couldn't bear it.

The body and soul were already shaking in the rise and fall of the bells, as if they would be shattered and shocked to death at any moment.

Every time this deadly bell rang, my head couldn't help but tremble, and even the teeth trembled and twitched up and down.

Pieces of fallen leaves floated onto the cloak, and they fell to the ground weakly, becoming shattered.