The vast sea surface reflected the blue sky, and occasionally a few leisurely white clouds drifted through.
The woman with a good face, a slightly curved woman, sat on the soft sandy beach, and the thin crushed sand grains were scattered under the sun, diverting a little star, holding their hands with both hands, and staring at the distance with their eyes.
What are you thinking about, leave a back, look far away, very lonely.
The picturesque Huangfu feelings, eyes are heavy, for a long time, the thin lips are slightly opened, and a faint sigh.
The pair of eyes that shined with a dynamic light, at this moment, faintly slipped with water colors.
Take the camera on the side of the sand on the side, and watch the lens that keep sliding.
There is an endless field, a golden yellow; there is also at dusk, the barren path under the setting sun, full of messy leaves, winding and winding towards the distance.
Rare birds and beasts, birds and beasts.
In the end, the picture was fixed. The corner of Huangfu's mouth was slightly bent, and there were a few waters of ink eyes before. At this moment, it also showed a bit of brilliant glory, like the sun that stood just in the sky.
The eyebrow peak of the knife, the oblique flying into the puppet, the half -long hair, and the straight erection of the air, adding a bit of sharp face to his warm face.
Those eyes that can't look at the end, contain the endless power of stability.
Huangfu still remembers the scene. At first glance, he saw his scene.
Ning Ning and Xiao Yi's wedding, he seemed to be an alternative, not squeezing in a noisy crowd, but standing not far away, watching this wedding quietly.
At that time, an unintentional glance was just a bit of impression of such a person, but didn't care, but felt that he was a bit different. Even if a person stood outside the hustle and bustle, he always unconsciously attracted people's eyes.
Until, when he looked at him, he saw his deep pupils, like a huge vortex, attracted himself in, and could no longer extricate himself.
At a glance, Huangfu felt that the life that had been steady for more than two decades had changed greatly.
At that moment, the heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and there was never a sudden action, and the heart beating violently, as if it was going to get out of the throat.
Over the years, walking around the world, there are not a few elite men encountered, but at the first glance of Luo Rushen, he lived in his heart.
The rhizomes are deeply rooted on their heart, germinating and blooming, but they can't end.
Because, he, Luo Ruochen, has always been a friend, and friends who have similar interests are a little bit more interesting than ordinary friends, but never have a relationship between men and women.
Huang Fuqing understood the minds of many people, but he couldn't understand Luo Ruochen.
Similar to him, he looks like the thick ink, wrapped in layers of fog, making people not find his heart.
How can he break his defense if he can't find his heart?
However, Huangfu's independent and free woman in the new era never thought of giving up.
Even at this moment Luo Ruchen's heart did not pretend to be himself, he would stay deeply in his heart.
The tall and handsome man, a silver casual clothing, hand -cut, tailor -made, increasingly lined the figure, and walked towards Huangfu in a very slow and elegant step.
Hearing Luo Ruchen's footsteps, Huang Fu turned back.