C436 Summer Passes Quickly

Summer passed quickly. Autumn was still not used to this. The autumn leaves fell from the trees and floated in the air.

The car windows were densely packed with blurry, similar faces. The economy was changing in a certain dimension.

Every star sends out a gaudy story, but none of the news's fervor lasts for more than a week.

Lee was right. No one's attention on the news could last for more than a week.

Everyone was busy with their own lives, the maintenance of their skin essences, and the calculation of every cent of their money.

These days, Ann Qianxi spent most of her time with Rou Rou. The two of them went shopping together, carrying a popcorn that was bigger than her face as they rushed for a movie.

Rou Rou was still the same as before, crying loudly to some bloody TV series and movies. She was like a template from their past, living a pure life.

Sometimes Ye Yuni asked Ann Qianxi this question. Apart from the bold and skilled Jia Wanrou, what else could she do to attract Ann Qianxi's attention?

Ann Qianxi thought it was probably because Jia Wanrou's purity made these people seem impure.

Jia Wanrou was more like an inverted mirror, a sign of counterforce.

Although Jia Wanrou appeared as calm as a moth flying into a fire, Ann Qianxi and the others knew that she had never been in love. She had always wanted to be in love.

In the early days of childhood.

For example, Jia Wanrou would still cry as she held Ann Qianxi's hand while watching the movie "A story that is even more sad than sadness".

In fact, Ann Qianxi understood that the real separation of life and death is not the division of disease, but the heart, like the result of the fireworks.

After watching a movie with Rou Rou, he went to a cheap food stall. Rou Rou was very familiar with the Lady Boss here. This kind of place might be uncomfortable at the beginning.

As time went by, he slowly went from the chatterbox inside to living a life of his own.

Ann Qianxi's women themselves became the universal specimens of these stories, as well as the unremarkable strangers and passersby.

Perhaps it was because it was easier for people to see people's hearts after separating from them, but Ann Qianxi's gentle relationship with her was even better. Compared to the past, she wanted to make up for her gentleness even more.

When they arrived at the ancient town, the sight of this place made Rou Rou look like a little dog that had been injected with stimulants. She lifted her legs and started running.

"Since when do you like to see these famous paintings?"

Ann Qianxi knew that Rou Rou was not here for a famous painting, but for a handsome young man with fresh meat.

Ann Qianxi did not need to respond to the smug hint of mutual understanding.

She must have been after that beautiful skin.

Most of the paintings in the gallery were of ancient Qing Dynasty mountain ink. Ann Qianxi and Rou Rou looked at them for a long time but couldn't understand.

Zhu Zhu knows all about these paintings, and her strong knowledge of art is like a historical player.

Any dynasty painting, no matter how unremarkable a little painter's flower, she can tell you the background story inside.

And now, without Zhu Zhu, Ann Qianxi and Rou Rou were no longer in the mood to look at paintings.

She used to listen to one of Hai Zi's poems, "My zither music sobs. My tears are gone. I rode my horse across the prairie."

She was talking about her gentle state, and was not very fond of talking recently. If she was a sea leopard with a string of firecrackers tied to its tail, then she would be like a penguin silently gazing into the distance.

Ann Qianxi looked at the painting that was gently making her cry. It was written in small characters after the calligraphy of the mountains and rivers.

"The people of the world love paintings of the immortals with no one to pity them."

Ann Qianxi thought that she must have thought of Ye Jingrui.

To a certain extent, Ye Jingrui was closer to Ye Yuni than him.

For the first time, Rou Rou and Ann Qianxi got into Ye Jingrui's convertible sports car. Their vanity was so great that the girls on campus drooled in envy when they saw it. Their vanity was greatly satisfied.

Also, after Ye Jingrui accidentally dirtied Ye Yuni's carpet, Ye Jingrui bought a super large blanket.

"Are you crazy? Buy a blanket for fifteen thousand yuan!" Ann Qianxi saw the price tag emit an unpleasant cry like a duck being choked.

Ye Jingrui was very calm, "You're missing a zero!"

Before he could finish, Zhu Zhu and Jia Wanrou, the two beasts, had already drilled their way in. They were equivalent to a fairy and a female beastman.

Jia Wanrou's liking for the blanket could be matched by her liking for all the muscles of the stomach bulging up to the height of the 183rd post.

Sometimes Jia Wanrouxia would walk around the room in that blanket, over and over again, like a melancholy ghost suffering from obesity.

Ann Qianxi couldn't beat Jia Wanrou, so she hugged the cushion on the sofa as she bickered with them. But now, Jia Wanrou didn't seem to be that passionate about that life-like blanket anymore.

Most of the time, she was like a sad and sad beauty of the Tang Dynasty, staring at the sky blankly, looking at an unknown place to rub her eyes.

Even a plastic bag had its own thoughts. It was obvious that she was no longer a plastic bag at first glance.

Even the plastic bag she was a black bag.

Ann Qianxi flipped through more and more literary magazines. Previously, they were recommended by Jia Wanrou (most of which were unreliable) and occasionally told by Zhu Zhu in her sad story of separation and union.

Last year, those literary youths who were still laughing at the ballads watched Annie's darling dream and Lijiang onenighted. They turned their heads and saw that Ann Qianxi and Ye Yuni had fallen in love with the ballads.

It was a short sentence in Chinese. The sound was in a neat and shallow singing pattern. Ann Qianxi was unlike the sexy and fashionable Tiantian, who wanted to take off her underwear and stand on the speakers while swaying.

She began to read some ancient literature that she had never read before, and to listen to the low, quiet ballads, it seemed, of early old age.

This was the era where, no matter how amazing something was, it would always be replaced by something even more amazing.

Desire never ends.

The tail of the economic crisis had quietly swept through the city, so every time Ann Qianxi went out, she could see her former real estate buddies hanging their heads, their old floral ties hanging loosely at their necks.

In the past, the real estate salesmen, no matter how "car accident scene" that face grew, always had new ties, which were their fluttering flags.

That's the face of every real estate salesperson who is "not Prince Charming".

The company's large number of performance orders was also falling rapidly. During this short period, the boss, Ou Ney, quietly announced to everyone.