Deep Love in Light Times

It was quiet in the noisy classroom. In the first class of Professor Hua's, today's lecture of Professor Hua was surprisingly unsmooth. His speech was stuttering and interrupted several times. His eyes occasionally swept to Ling yun'er, and his eyes seemed to be pointing.

Ling yun'er's face is blue and white, but she has no retort language and foundation. Being Baoyang is the fact that she can't admit most. No matter when it is her wound, when it is opened, it is always the pain of being torn bloody.

At this time, Ling Ling's voice can only be moved along with the time, so that he can feel the time.

So - when washing hands, rumors pass through the bathroom sink; when eating, rumors pass through the restaurant; when silent, rumors slip past Ling yun'er's gloomy eyes.

When Ling yun'er wants to cover her arm with her hand, rumors pass by her. She is surrounded by rumors and bloody facts of Baoyang all the time.

She really wanted to have the function of seclusion like the native sun, or make all people's memory appear short-term amnesia, and cut off this ugly picture and harsh language.

Everything was in vain. After school, she got on the bus and fell into bitter memories and struggles, so that she missed the bus stop and miss Secretary Chen's car.

The soul, like an out of body spirit, keeps shouting in her ears: "you are Baoyang, you are Baoyang, you are shameless"

what people fear most is self torture. If we can stand up to resist the invasion of others, the most difficult thing to get rid of is the self entanglement, which is a dialogue between one self and another, called "self" Honesty, another self called cowardice, honesty always wants to make cowardly face reality, cowardly but always want to escape the pursuit of honesty.

In the two pie wars of her own, Ling yun'er was completely defeated. She walked in the street of people, her body and mind were numb.

When Secretary Chen arrived at the school, he was told that it was over, but Ling yun'er didn't show up at the supermarket gate. What should I do? He looked timidly at President he in the car, and his heart thumped.

The iceberg man, frowning, decisively ordered: "check if she has anything happened at school recently?"

"Yes, President" Sao Bao Ferrari draws a beautiful arc and quickly drives to Hanya villa.

Ling yun'er, who wakes up in a stupidly stupid state, is walking and running in the downtown area like a ghost. She really wants to get rid of the mud spots on her body. She really thinks that she has never made such a decision. Now she must be living happily in the university campus and looking forward to the bright future like her peers.

Nearly eight o'clock, conscious after she took a taxi back to Hanya villa.

The night is charming, the stars are bright, the boundless night is embellished with brilliance, and the moon is like a gentle fairy to care for the earth.

Villa on the top of the mountain, European style buildings exude its charming charm, but in Ling yun'er's view, it is their own cage, and every corner seems to emit a tone of irony“ You are Baoyang's "

you are by Baoyang's"

the dim yellow lamp posts in the villa emit soft light. On the marble floor, the sound of the crisp heel hitting the ground is "clucking" in the ear. Under the light, his shadow is drawn long, and the boundless loneliness and sadness block Ling Yuner's heart.

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