Glass pointed to the rosemary on the hillside full of flowers and said, "look, since the flowers are in the effort to open, then I should try to laugh. When I laugh, the whole family will laugh with me; when I cry, the whole family will cry with me. It's better to laugh than to laugh

In spite of this, Liuli still hid in his arms and began to cry. It was like accumulating too much water. Finally, he found a dike to let it flow freely. Sometimes, it was also a kind of happiness to cry freely

"Scatter eggs..."

She called softly.

"Well, I'm here, you say..."

Lucifer had already made a decision, and now he would get along with her for the last time, so he cherished it.

"Sometimes, I think that maybe I can't change the heaven, but I can change myself. Maybe my strength is too weak and beyond my ability, but I have to try! I will go my own way, even if it is rough, even if it is steep. But I'm still going forward Do you think that

I'm so stupid that I want to stand in the way and kill myself... "

"No. If it's stupid, I'm just like you

Lucifer looked at her crying face, gently wiped her long nose, and stroked her hair. No matter how it changed, the crying face was still the same, without any image of a lady.

However, I like this kind of woman. She is real and not artificial. Her simple appearance is very simple and transparent. This kind of feeling is very comfortable.

Although she is simple and kind, her inner soul is full of mysterious power. She is brave, clear and tough!

"Look, I am my own, and no one has the right to control my destiny. Even though it will be difficult and scarred, I will not hesitate or regret it. "

, she pointed to the potholes, long and deep footprints behind her, held up her tearful face and said with pride, "because when I look back, I can point to the road full of pain and tears and say aloud - look, this is the way I have come out, even if it's not perfect.

!"

"Liuli, if I want to take you, would you like to go with me?"

Lucifer knew very well that such a war was not for her. She was too delicate, like a pink rose, only suitable for growing in spring and March.

But he seemed to forget that even a rose is a thorn.

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the glaze lowered!

"No, I am the tree of the people and have the responsibility to protect them."

"The tree of clansmen"? What do you say? "

Lucifer laughed and was curious about the metaphor.

"Look at this tree, which has been growing on the dry cliff for tens of thousands of years, and is the guardian tree of butterfly kingdom. Even if it is small and thin, it is not impressive at all. But in my eyes, it is so long-lived and beautiful

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