The perfect future of rebirth

There are two kinds of people in this world, one is that the sky is high, it is easy to use the lead. The other is honest, as simple as the stone on the mountain, can only rely on his own efforts to make up for the lack of talent.

Zhao Poheng was originally behind, but now, he feels that he should belong to the former.

After all, if there is no new point, what existed there is something?

Zhao Poked life in our last life, especially likes to watch "Westward Journey", in the end, the Zi Xia Fairy looked at Qi Tian Dasheng's back, he felt particularly suitable for yourself.

"That person, it seems like a dog ..."

Zhao Poisheng feels that sometimes it seems like a dog who will die.

Lonely people are shameful, but fortunately, sometimes there are friends around you.

A wind blowing, Zhao Poked wrinkled the nose, the heart inside the rainy wear yesterday, if it is not because it is raining, how could be so cool.

Zheng Yao will contact us baby, have nothing to do with him, he has helped to spread the road, how far is it, it is a baby's own thing.

The same truth, also applied to Zheng Yao, the stage is completed, can sing too much play, to see her own.

"Is it?"

The sound of Tan Kai suddenly, this guy handed over a red river, this smoke requires a box of five yuan. For students, it is undoubtedly a luxury.

"How to love, the smoke is also changed?" Zhao Poisheng was not polite, taking the smoke, smelling the smell, the taste of the fragrance of the tobacco, so that his nerve was shocked, and then said to Tan Kai.

After all, at this time, college students' living fees are there, even if the family is good, Tan Kaji is the living expenses of thousands of dollars in one month. It is usually a box of Ganoderma lucidum, and I didn't expect, girlfriend, smoke. The grade actually goes.

"Occasionally improve it." Tan Kai smiled, put the smoke in his mouth, took out the firem machine, and the flaming, the flame, gave himself. "

Zhao Poisheng is like a mannen garment, giving himself.

"Chasing the hand, what should I do in the future?" Zhao Poked his eyes and asked.

Tan Kai said, then laughed: "Who knows, first, then say it when you graduate."

Hu Xia came from Jiangnan, and Tan Jie came from Shanghai, and it was not close to it.

As for how far, who can go, who knows?

Many times, people insist on doing something, not just because they are reluctant, there is a big extent, because of the gambling, with yourself, and fate.

The love in the university is actually like a gambler in the casino, regardless of all the pressing, not considering the future and future.

Successful, two people together, a good story.

Failure, graduated, breaking up, alone.

This is the vast majority of college students' love.

"Right, Mu Qingqing is looking for you?" Tan Shuxuan suddenly asked Zhao Poisheng in the dormitory.

"Well, I refused." Zhao Poing naturally knows what he asked, in fact, he is very clear, if not Tan Jie's suggestion, Mu Qingqing will certainly not find himself directly.

"I also can't help it. Hu Xia was pulled into the poetic society. I wondered this, I have to talk to her." Tan Kai explained a few words, he knew that Zhao Poisheng was afraid of trouble.

Zhao Poizon laughed, and there is no need to care about this little thing between friends.

"I invited guests, calling Wen Yu and Wang Zhen, and a few people in her dormitory in Hu Xia, I have a meal together." Tan Kai saw Zhao Po-lived expression, he did not care before.

"OK." Zhao Posing nodded, for him, this is a meal.

"Right, old Zhao, your two poems, is really your neighbor?"

Take the smoke, Tan Kai took the head, and suddenly asked Zhao Po.

I always feel a bit strange. I have been in the past two years. It can be said that this person who is in Zhao Po is almost the same. Although he sometimes is good, people are good, it is absolutely not the kind of person who likes to write poetry. .

Zhao Poisheng smiled, "Yes, he wrote a lot, I remember."

Youth may have a splendid light in a moment we can't predict, form the most beautiful memories of memory, but for Zhao Po, some things among the minds will always make him remember, once My generos of themselves.

Of course, this is just a reason.

"If you say that you just agree to Mu Qingqing, join the poetic society, don't do anything, hang a name." Tan Kai shrugged, "I heard that the poetry Many beautiful women, after the last poem, many people are favored by you. "

"They like it, just the emotions contained in the poem, rather than this person." Zhao Poked her brow wrinkled, correct Tan Kai Road.

"Well, you are right." Tan Kaixi is speechless, and it is also advocated to the attitude of Zhao Po.

At night, Wang Zhen and Wen Yu came back, but only two people looked at it at all, they did not have usually sweaty.

"Are you playing?" Tan Kaixi is a little strange.

"No, this guy pulled me to the library, soaked in the afternoon." Wang Zhen turned a white eye, pointed to Wen Yu said to Tan Kai.

"Hey, no, old and smell, talk, is it?" Tan Kai smiled, squatted to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu face red: "Don't say it."

Obviously, he is not intended to tell the truth.

Seeing him not to say, others naturally don't ask, Tan Kaixi said the thing at night, a few people nodded and started to pick up.

If it is just four people, it will be, but there is Hu Xia and her roommate, naturally pay attention to dress up.

Although everyone is a classmate, but a man, only one reason for the woman does not pay attention to in front of the woman, that is, the woman is too ugly.

Of course, Wen Yu and Wang Zhen are another few beautiful women in Hu Xia dormitory, and Zhao Poisheng is not, he is just simply thinking out.

During this time, he has gradually accepted the fact that many old classmates disappeared. For example, Hu Xia is in the dormitory, there are three people who have their own students, including Hu Xia, and three other people, but Zhao Po. Una seen.

And the familiar three people, representing the memory of Zhao Poisheng gradually forget, for him, every time I saw these people, I was recalling the past, and I recall those people who disappeared, but true.