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At dusk, a thin cloud dragged across the sky, like a stroke of genius. The setting sun does not set, and the earth is still bright.
In the vast Qin Gong, there are many pavilions, carved corridors and wide courtyards, and teenagers are panting.
In fact, I have been a teenager for many years. He is in the transition stage from a boy to a teenager, picturesque.
Glancing at the plaque at the gate of the courtyard, he snorted contemptuously: "What the hell is writing, bullying me to read cursive!" " Go straight to the hospital.
After entering the threshold, he rushed out a few steps. Suddenly, he was caught, slipped and almost fell.
"The soles of the feet are vain and unresponsive, and the basic skills need to be strengthened."
The teenager was abruptly pulled, and he should immediately open his mouth and curse. He listened to this cold and almost sarcastic voice, and immediately smiled and looked ecstatic: "Brother Ying, why are you here?"
The boy named Ying is also a teenager, a little older than that beautiful little teacher younger brother. His face is just delicate and pretty, but it is much paler than ordinary people, similar to the unhealthy pallor at the beginning of a serious illness.
"I've been here all day. What's strange? " Pale boy light way, see this beautiful boy who has become his teacher younger brother for less than half a year, smiling and staring at him, can't help but frown: ...