Zongman's gray memory

Xiaoying. Do you know who I am? I know, you have no idea who I am now!

Then let me give you some tips! Hehe~

I am your best friend! I am your best friend! I don’t know yet~hehe~

Then I’ll write you a reminder! Hehe~

I have known you for 6 years! At that time, before I moved away, we were inseparable!

Remember how we met?

That year, it was windy and rainy, with heavy rain, gentle wind and beautiful sun, birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, the moon was dark and the wind was high, bah bah, what am I talking about!

That year, it was like this!

That year, because of your enthusiasm and persistence, you saved me from the hands of the devil! You are really my Saint!

So, I stuck to you! As your little sister who needs to be protected. Well, actually I am older than you - -,,,

However, when I was in 6th grade, I moved to Shanghai. Even if the friendship is strong, it will always fade away...

I heard from Ye that you have become obsessed with novels recently, so I also read novels!

To be honest, I didn’t know this novel was written by you before! When I saw “Gray”, I clicked on it without thinking!

I don’t like to leave comments. I just like to collect and recommend!

When I introduced this novel to Ye, Ye said: This novel was written by you! The Lun family is so happy! I will write a friendly letter soon!

Xiaoying, your writing is very relaxed! You don’t often show off your plot skills! I like this kind of writing the most!

To be honest, I don’t read much of Su Mary’s writing! But after reading this article, I fell in love with Su Mary!

Xiaoying's writing is very good, and readers like us do not hesitate to bookmark and recommend it!

Xiaoying's writing is so great that I read it twice. I kept shouting in my heart, "Xiaoying, please update your writing!!"

Now, I just want to say these words to Xiaoying. I am a little shy!

"Xiaoying, I love you!

Xiaoying, I really love you!

Xiaoying, I love you until the river stops flowing!

Xiaoying, I love you until the earth stops turning!

Xiaoying, I love you until time stops day and night!

Xiaoying, I love you until the sun no longer rises and everything becomes what it needs to be!

Xiaoying, I love you until the earth stops turning!

Xiaoying, I love you until spring, summer, autumn and winter!

Xiaoying, I love you until all the flowers and trees wither!

Xiaoying, I shamelessly gave you the lyrics of Dang!

However, those are what I want to say to you!

Now, do you know who I am? Dear little shadow?

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Xiaoying’s words: = =. It’s less than a thousand words! I have no choice but to make up the words!

Give me a song of Xiaoying's favorite song "All the World"

The sound of swords and halberds are hoarse. Who will show you the fighting outside the city? The seven layers of gauze clothes are splattered with blood. The white gauze soldiers are coming to the city. The six armies have not sent out. Who knows that goodbye is already life and death. At that time, there was a red thread. A thousand twists and a thought away, I married someone. That scar, whose old scar is still there?

How can I calmly drink tea and crush this painting of a prosperous age with blood-stained fireworks and mountains and rivers? How can it be compared to a little cinnabar between your eyebrows that covers the world?

Dying and collapsing means that one's life has been a peach blossom. Who will tell it for you? The most flawless and romantic, true to the painting. The pipa is bouncing on the west side of the painting building. The warm wind is everywhere. Who is distracted and confused?

Flowers don’t love childhood sweethearts. In the end, the final hexagram is for you. The world is overturned by the bright moon. The bright moon illuminates the end of the world. In the end, who gets the Jianjia in the arms of the neighing war horse? The wind blows across the sky and the earth. Rong Hua, after Xie, dominates the world and ascends to the nine-layer pagoda.

Watching the meteors flying all night, returning to that moment, the silence of the years also makes people afraid of the dead vines growing branches. It turns out that time has passed by gracefully. In the dream, standing upstairs under the moon, you, with the same eyebrows, brushed off the snowflakes on your clothes and looked at the vastness of the world side by side.