The scumbag punisher

Li Mingming also thought about a lot of things.

He thought of Lu Yanfeng, and Lu Yansheng.

He turned over and finally got up.

The moonlight was dim outside the window, and he heard the sound of a guitar downstairs.

Through the open window, he saw Li Bian.

Li Bian lightly strummed the guitar, his voice was soft and gentle, but there was no smile on his face, but extremely calm.

He sang and walked a horse, all alone.

How should I put it, Li Bian is still a gentle senior at heart.

"After a long time I finally wished to look up,

You are walking so slowly on the other side.

……

You're still mine, mine, mine,

look. "

Li Mingming closed the window, the expression on his face seemed to be peeled off layer by layer, leaving only exhaustion.

He is also very guilty.

But more is exhaustion.

Li Mingming didn't want to hurt others, and he didn't know what it meant.But he never felt alone.

He closed his eyes and heard a familiar voice.

The man hugged him, warming his chest.

Li Mingming was very relieved, smelling the familiar scent of green grass.

The wind blew his hair.

Li Bian played and sang a song, and finally looked up at the closed window.

Some people called him a nuisance.

Li Bian laughed at himself, carrying the guitar, and walked on that path.

What happened before was mentioned over and over again.

In his memory, the boy with a crescent-shaped scar was holding a black cat, and his body smelled like sunshine.

Or limp hair.

She's also cute when she's shy.

Li Bian looked up at the moon, blinked, resisting the urge to cry.

It turns out that the feeling of falling out of love really makes people want to die.

Is that girl also so sad?

Li Bian walked slowly, the two teenagers were very preoccupied that night, thinking of many things.