Then there were a few sullen sounds, and I saw a hundred flower feast instantly.
Fireworks want to diffuse outside the air, forming a variety of flowers, rushing to win gorgeous.
The golden dandelion seems to be able to pass by the romance as soon as the wind blows; the chrysanthemum blooming with enthusiastic blooms is exposed to the yellow stamens, and the silk -shaped petals are expanded in an inch in the air.
Then, then
The huge chrysanthemums are so horizontal in the air. After a few seconds, there is no trace of disappearance, as if it was just a dream.
Looking at it, Huangfu suddenly felt sour eyes.
Looking back at Han Shaoqi, there was a flash of water in his eyes, with crystal clear.
Clear and clean eyes, against the fascinating fireworks outside the window, look particularly beautiful, like the shining stars in the night sky.
The golden light turned around in the eyes, leaving the arc.
Fireworks in the row of mountains and the sea showed countless smiley faces. Huang Fuyu looked at the bright smiles in the air, and the corners of his lips slowly lifted. The smile looked a little far -fetched.
The fireworks behind, even if the blooming is gorgeous, Huangfu has no intention to watch it.
Basling his head on Han Shaoqi's chest, there was a rhythmic beating, but his eyes refused to open it.
Outside the window, you can hear the cheers of outsiders faintly, clap your hands fast, and the sighs are endless.
Small, "Shao Qi, we must also enjoy a firework feast that belongs to our own, like them?"
"Shao Qi, now I can spend the New Year with you. After that, I don't know if there is such an opportunity."
Obviously he didn't want to cry in front of him, but the tear sac seemed to be unpreceded by the brain, and it fell.
Huang Fuxi hurriedly wiped the tears on his face. How could he cry in such a lively one year?
After the mood calmed down for a while, Huang Fulian raised his head from Han Shaoqi's chest, and his face was particularly stern on his face.
It turns out that in the New Year, people will not only be happy, but also sad, unstoppable sadness, and cry.
Holding Han Shaoqi lying down, Huang Fuxi raised his hand and rubbed the extraordinary face of Zhang Junlang.
Although, at this moment his eyes closed tightly, and his face seemed to be angry at all.
But his bright eyes, flashed with clear light, always engraved in his mind, never forget for a long time.
Sometimes, Huangfu feels ridiculous, and it has a joke with you one after another.
Occasionally glance at the broken bridge, the hotel where the atmosphere was ambiguous was once again on the banks of the West Lake.
Then, the separation of several years, the wide ocean pinned the thoughts of each other.
No one would expect, and he would meet again in a few years.
It's just that it is wrong.
Time has already changed everyone.
Just like Han Shaoqi, he has ambitions and **, so he will lose.
Fortunately, he recovered himself again, but when he understood his heart, it turned into this look now.
It's like yourself. I never believed it before, and I would deliberately plan to approach a person and be confused about a person.
Sometimes, I ca n’t even distinguish myself. During the acting time, it ’s true or not.
If it is true, why is there a dream feeling?
If it is false, why, the heartbeat will be accelerated at the moment when he sees him.