08 Snatchers

In Bai Bingru’s heart, there are some things that cannot be forgotten. The poplar forest, she remembered, the boy once and she hugged warmly in the forest. There are some grave bags scattered in the forest. The dead and black wormwood is standing upright on the grave bag. The cold wind blows 1. Each wormwood shake with excitement. It seems that a head of hair is pulled hard in one direction by something. She and the 15-year-old boy were sitting on the top of the grave bag. He looked at himself, his eyes blazing, a ball of fire. He needed himself, and himself, as if 1 firewood had been put into the hearth, was suddenly lit. They were clos......