63244236 | 1 points | Aug 25 2021 14:22:59

第二届冲浪杯还没结束，冲浪山庄没能挺过9月份，庄友们死的死，逃的逃。废墟前，普鲁士注视着星子的坟，身后是撑着伞的外卖与擦着泪的画家big，脱脂人一声不吭，登子不知去向。“星，你知道吗，冲浪山庄亡了，你再也不能巡逻了”普鲁士的东百口音带着颤抖。几天前，他还在酒后畅想着复兴抽巷，与星子共创辉煌。可一切如泡影般灰飞烟灭，不过是春秋大梦。他俯身抚摸着墓上的字“我们会成为带明星的”，坐拥普粉无数，可一切不过是时代的喧嚣。他们从没有指导的经验，也没有出众的能力，这是第一次，会是最后一次吗？ The second surfing Cup has not yet ended. The surfing Villa did not survive the September, and the friends died and fled. In front of the ruins, Prussia looked at the grave of the planetesite, and behind him was the takeout with an umbrella and the painter Big wiping tears. "Star, you know what, surf Mountain is dead, you can no longer patrol," Prussian Oriental hundred accent with a tremor. A few days ago, he was still drinking and dreaming of the revival of the lane, and xingzi create brilliant. But everything is like a bubble, but the spring and Autumn dream. He leaned over and touched the words "We will be a star" on the grave, with countless fans, but it was just the hustle and bustle of The Times. They have never had the experience of coaching or the ability to excel. This is the first time. Will it be the last time?