When the storm rises, how many heroes are buried in their hometowns. A little bitter sweetness is the sweetest.

It's your kindness that makes me have endless memories.

The faint cry is probably the saddest thing in the world. But Wen Chouchou did not look back.

No one knows Wen Chou's real name, and when he appeared, he was by Xiongba's side. You Ruo is his master, but Wen Chouchou is still a person, and the rivers and lakes have little to do with him.

He hid behind this Xiongba and silently helped Xiongba manage this world meeting.

It can be said that the world will be able to develop so rapidly because of his help.

Wen Chouchou returned to the World Club. Looking at everything around him, Wen Chouchou let out a long sigh.

This is how it all ended.

Wen Chouchou came to his lower house.

The most abundant in this lower courtyard is bamboo. Bamboo is like him and not like him. Everything here is so elegant, if the only indecent thing here is the rouge on Wen Chou's face.

Wen Chou's rouge is very thick, how thick is it, sometimes, such a thick rouge, you say a word, sigh, that rouge gouache will fall directly from it. Vulgar, and vulgar.

However, vulgarity is sometimes elegance, but this kind of elegance cannot be appreciated by normal people.

Wen Chouchou didn't know where to find a piano, which had a lot of dust on it. Wen Chouchou touched the piano, and he said softly: "Old man, I haven't used you for a long time, I don't know if you still remember me." ”

Qin is a dead thing, but in Wen Chou's eyes, this is a friend, a friend who has not seen him for a long time.

When the fat powder on his face fell again.

Wen Chouchou seems to have suddenly discovered something, that is, he seems to have polluted this piano.

He put the piano down and said, "Old friend, I'm sorry to let you be polluted by my fat powder." ”

Jean is silent, like a friend forever.

Wen Chouchou seemed to feel that Qin was saying, "It's nothing, as long as it's you." ”

Jean was quiet. There was no sound, because Wen Chou's movements were so gentle, so soft that this qin was his lover.

Maybe this qin is really Wen Chou's lover, but Wen Chouchou doesn't say it. No one said either.

This piano has been here for a long time, Youruo has seen this piano before, and when Youruo was young, he wanted to touch this piano. But he was stopped by the ugliness of the text.

Wen Chou's expression was smiling when he was ugly, but that look was so cold.

Because all you see in that eye is sadness, the endless sadness, and it is also this sadness that frightens Youruo.

Youruo had never touched the piano.

Youruo once asked his father Xiongba, what is the story of the piano in the room of Wen Chouhou.

Xiongba hugged Youruo on his lap, and he said: "This matter, but if Youruo grows up in the future, you will know if you have someone you want to love." ”

"Abba, do you have a patriot?

"Of course I have, I love your mother, and I always do. ”

"Dad is so annoying, you don't even say you love me. ”

"Oh, how could Dad not like Youruo, Youruo is Daddy's favorite little princess. ”

Wen Chou is in the bath.

He washed very slowly, as if it was all very good, and he was carefully perceiving every inch of his skin, every inch of his skin here was extremely good, and it was what he wanted.

The water brushed his cheeks, taking away the fat powder on his face.

Maybe it's because the fat powder on his face is removed, so that people can finally see Wen Chou's complexion and appearance vaguely.

Wen Chou's skin is very white, and this is because he has always covered himself with a very thick white coat, so that the light does not shine on his own body. Although he was white, he was like a moth that grew in darkness, and he would die by his light.

It doesn't matter what Wen Chouchou wants, because Wen Chouchou already has a feeling, a feeling that everything ends in this moment.

Through the mist, you can see Wen Chou's true face, but it is a little blurry, but in this way, you can still see that this is a beautiful man. This face is as warm as jade, and there is a little more edge under the sword eyebrows.

This is a little confusing, but again, this doubt doesn't play a big role. Because no one will give him a solution, Wen Chouchou will naturally not give you a solution.

He is a man who has given up on himself, a man who has given up on himself, what do you want him to do, he doesn't want anything, only such a person is truly terrible, because you will never know what he really wants to do. You can't threaten him, because he doesn't have anything to threaten you.

He is who he is, a sad man, a man who lives in his own world. He became a demon, he was silent.

The clear water was still flowing through Wen Chou's ugly skin.

Wen Chouchou had not practiced any martial arts, and for him, the water was really cold, but he didn't feel anything. He was like a piece of wood, and he didn't seem to feel any cold, but you could tell from his look that he was a living man. Because he washes his skin so seriously, like a Western-style treasure.

"Ugly, your skin is mine, so you have to protect him. ”

"Ugly, only I can see your beautiful face, you know? Ugly, I don't want those stinky men and women to look at your beautiful little face. ”

"Well, in the future, I will protect every inch of my skin, because these skin and I belong to you, and only you can see my face. ”

Wen Chouchou said in a low voice, "I'll be coming to see you soon." ”

The person Wen Chou wants to see is naturally his lover, the most sad thing in this world is love, the most disappointing thing is love, and the most tormenting thing is love.

It's your kindness, which makes me have endless memories.

The word love has no reason and no reason for existence, and his existence is a joke for some people, and it is the greatest torture in the world.

This torture makes people have no reason and can only passively accept it, so some people say that the person who is emotional first is the most miserable.

But is this not the case, even if the person who is emotional first is injured, but he has loved, he loves crazy, in this love, he has burned himself madly, and he has also been happy.

So he won't regret it, because of the story behind this, he may be devastated because of such a departure, but one thing that can be said is that even if it is such a story, he will have that sweetness when he recalls it.

Bitter sweetness is also sweetness, this is a sweetness that belongs to adults, a sweetness that only they will understand, and this sweetness is the sweetness that seduces people the most.

Wen Chougu washed and washed, and his tears flowed.

People who have been laughing are so sad at the moment.

There was no one to comfort him, and his heart may have longed for someone to comfort him, but no, he was a clown. The text is ugly and ugly.

(End of chapter)