Shuang Hua You Nuo

Yang Zhishui:

【Water that rises, does not flow through Chu】

At the moment when they boarded the wedding hall hand in hand, Xiao Xingchen knew in his heart that from this moment on, he would never be able to live or die without this person beside him.

Life should be in the same bed, and death should be in the same acupuncture point. After a hundred years, Huang Quan will be your friend.

【Fresh Brothers】

Xiao Xingchen has been alone for as long as he can remember.Master, brothers, sisters and sisters are not people who depend on each other.

He even thought that in this life, thousands of mountains and rivers, wind, frost, rain and snow, all went alone.

【Wei Yu and You】

only me and you.

Whether it is traveling thousands of miles, passing by with a smile, or passing through mountains and rivers, the future will be difficult.

The heart knows what to think, the direction of the gods, the ups and downs of the mood, all depend on you.

【Words of Unbelievers】

Xiao Xingchen wouldn't know how Song Lan's heart ached and he was in such a mess on the day he and Xue Yang broke up.

Stardust, don't trust him!Don't listen to him, you go... the farther the better!

Forget Yicheng, forget... Song Lan, forget the past, live well... is that okay?

Before he was alive, Song Lan never shed a single tear. After his death, his tears had already dried up along with his blood...

【Human real female】

Every time he heard others talk about Song Lan's arrogance and arrogance, and how he dismissed Song Lan behind his back, Xiao Xingchen restrained the desire to draw his sword and fought back calmly.

He was smiling, and even thought with a little pleasure in his heart: What do you know?Yeah...you know what!

The astonishing smile when the ice and snow just melted, the undefended and peaceful sleeping face in the quietness of summer, the rare shyness at the corners of the eyes and brows, the crimson color at the base of the ears...

No one in this world can enjoy the beauty except yourself.

Ten miles of spring breeze, summer lotus and autumn chrysanthemum, snow falling in plum forest, not as good as you, none of them are as good as you.

The author has something to say:

The collection is filled with a hundred scribbled jokes as small gifts, and the poems come from the wind and water of the Book of Songs.

Recently, the chapter about getting married probably won't be born, so let's make a fake one for now. ~('ε')