Cheng Junling

The old clothes, the guest in the clouds, travel the mountains and rivers to quench the fireworks of the world.

Wan Qingsi, pull back the love, the world turns around again and again.

Vegetation remains, fireflies scatter.

The sound in the ear is sad.

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Cheng Nanfeng felt in a trance that he had a very long dream. In the dream, the lonely boy seemed to have walked for a long time, and the world of mortals shook off, and he was alone, with years of frost and snow.

It was already late at night, and he fell asleep in the study again. He couldn't remember how many nights it was, and she was not by his side.

His eyes stopped on the dark compartment in the black box, and he lost his mind for a moment.

Maybe even he himself didn't know whether the result of that miss was good or bad.

The five-year father-son relationship has become a hurdle in his heart.

He frowned, as if he was not very satisfied with the situation, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

Now that the item has been obtained, there is no need to worry about it. As for...it depends on the situation.

The night wind is cold, and the bright moon rests on the mountain.

The curtain rolls in the west wind, and the plain dust covers the Milky Way.

Cheng Junling recalled the scene of sitting and eating with everyone just now in his mind, and his heart was warm.

It turns out that he is not an orphan, he has a father and a mother, he is not a wild child...

He actually felt hot in his eyes, as if something was about to pop out.

The night is very deep.

Time flies by, and it is New Years Eve in a blink of an eye.

Cheng Junling and Baili Chen lived very close to each other in their huts, and during the few days they lived here, they almost played around in Yunjian Villa.

It's not so much playing, it's better to say it's inquiring.

A risky move.