Under the setting sun, the afterglow of the setting sun, a red sun dyed half of the sky red, a red cloud in the distance, the setting sun is like blood, the breeze is blowing gently, some dim light, remaining some vicissitudes of the world, this is what is called
Sunset?
No wonder people often say that the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk and the day has passed.
The first day seems to be very short. If it is short, it will be over without sighing.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the ground, intertwining with the green leaves on the ground to form a faint orange color. Otoyu sits on the railing, raising her head and letting the breeze blow the hair on her forehead, one by one.
The warm and thin threads of the setting sun penetrated her hair tiredly, intertwining into a piece of light golden light. There was a ray of gold hidden in the black hair, and everything began to be messy.
She slowly raised the corners of her mouth, and there was a faint smile under her eyes.
Did you touch it?
happy feeling, happy feeling, gentle feeling
Did you feel it?
Clear and shallow happiness is overflowing softly
Her body was shrouded in orange light and shadow, and even her hair color changed from jet black with some light gold. The feathers on the bird on its shoulders were particularly bright red. One person and one bird seemed to be sitting in a
In the hazy mist, accompanied by the breeze, it is like a beautiful oil painting. Although the prosperity is gone, this scene is always clearly visible.
The silhouettes of the two young men in the distance were stretched by the halo of the setting sun. "I finally know why Mr. Long Yuan chose her. I have never seen anyone who is as close to nature as she is." This sentence was said by a man with a honey-colored complexion.
The slender young man with broken hair has a gentle smile as soft as water, and his smiling eyes are as beautiful as a crescent moon.
"Tezuka, you can treat her as another person and stop thinking about her past, because we can no longer touch her past."
"Fuer, do you trust her?" Tezuka leaned against the wall, a golden light appeared on his glasses frame, and his hair was much lighter than usual.
He didn't know why so many people believed her. Maybe she had changed, a lot, but was her essence really that easy to change? He saw her hurting Qingmu with his own eyes. That day, she was stained with blood. She, like this,
He is more excluded than others, can he be regarded as another person? Saye Yinyu is still Saye Yinyu, no matter how she changes, it is still a fact that she cannot change. Moreover, they have no relationship at all now. A piece of marriage contract, and now
has disappeared, then, what interaction can she have with him?
Yes, he still hates her. Maybe if we don't see her again, he will hate her less. And he will never like her, as before, now, and so on.
It’s just eternity. Is there eternity in this world?
No one knows, and he even less knows
Fuji squinted his eyes, with a warm smile that penetrated people's hearts. At this time, there was an unknown worry, "Tezuka, I am now very doubtful about where Qingmu went during the days when she was injured, and where did she go during the 15 days?
What, is it really an escape?"
Tezuka stretched out his hand to hold the glasses on his face. On his sharp face, two handsome eyebrows were raised perfectly. Under the calm face, there was a pair of exquisite cold eyes that were very intellectual and calm.
An incomprehensible light flashed through, the indifference remained
This is what he wants to know, but there is no use saying anything now. No matter what her reason was at that time, it has nothing to do with him anymore.
Fuji lowered his head, and the wind gently lifted the hair on his forehead, with a faint hint of dark truth. What is it? It's not important anymore, is it? Because, there is no going back.
them……
A bird chirped, and his shoulders sank. He raised his head and looked at the little guy sitting on his shoulder.
Bright feathers, bright black eyes, very annoying people like it
"What is this?" Tezuka asked this bird somewhat strangely.
"You mean it?" Fuji smiled and said, "Its name is Jialin, it was raised by Saya, it's very beautiful."
She is indeed very beautiful, but I have never heard of her raising a bird. She didn't seem to like animals very much before. When did she like to raise birds?
The bird flew up again. Fuji looked at it and saw it flew backwards and landed on another person's shoulder.
The man walked towards them, with slightly curly purple-gray hair. Each strand had an innate elegant arc, perfectly curved with delicate dark purple pupils, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, arrogant and yet
The mole under the sharp corner of the eye is even more profound in the orange light.
And on his shoulder, there was a bright-colored bird, Jialin, one person and one bird, matching each other harmoniously.