It is three in the morning, very quiet, only the hard disk is awkward, this sound is so wonderful in this silent night, so beautiful. A cup of hot boiled water, slowly seduce, you will find that the original boiling water is so delicious. The blue light of the display is full of this unreserved but neat room, my thoughts fly, there is a "ten points to play the world" pride, there is a beautiful embarrassment for the end, and there is a smile in the corner of the mouth. Yes, the end is so beautiful, waiting for me to create, this process is inevitably hard, but is this not I yearning? I am Haiyan in the storm, I want to say that it is more fierce. Oh, the feeling of online online is really good ^. ^ ...
