Small-eyed Li's birthday love story

Xiao Bei, I miss you. I don't have any special tricks, but it looks tragic to say it.

Xiao Bei, I haven't written you a love story for a long time. I think, how can I love you so much as an ordinary person?

Xiao Bei, every time I see you, I feel scared. Every time I see you, my mind is a rotten platform with no head and no tail-you walked out of the crowd.

Xiaobei, when I cough, when I vomit, when I get stuck by fishbone, and when I feel a little sad, you have to pat me on the back. The strength is slightly different, but it's useless, right? But you have to do something, right?

He smoked Hongtashan the day he kissed me, and now my tongue smells of Hongtashan.

Xiao Bei, I said I like you, you said then, I said I was with you, you said then, then, then, where there are so many then, then live together, or what?

My friends say that I laugh more and more for no reason. But I don't think your frequency has decreased.

You dragged me to see the rain. In the heavy rain, ghosts walk at night, and we are happier than ghosts.

They have a lot of truth about love, and I have you.

So we fell in love and our palms were as wet as the sea.

Xiaobei, when it rained today, I was walking in the street, and many people were running on the road. I was soaked, so I didn't run. Anyway, it will take me a long time to get back to the temple. There was a man across the street who didn't run away. He came slowly and said with a sly smile, young master, why don't you ask? I scored 10, thinking he was going to ask for directions. He continued to smile. When will the rain stop? Xiao Bei, I think he is more like a monk than I am.

Xiao Bei, it seems that I have never had to do anything for anything. I have never been so enthusiastic. Even my love letter to you is written with my wrist down. Of course, you're fine. It's very good that you are so confident. I like you like this, but I can't. I will be your retreat.

Xiaobei wiped her hair angrily with a towel, while Chedan stared at it, jealous of the towel in her heart, muttering, "But wherever they went, there was rain, and others saw it. Don't you envy? " Is romance dead? "