Who knows who Yang Yuchen is?

Yang Yuchen is the first magician in Chinese magic circle to combine magic with folk art, which initiated a new era in Chinese magic circle. He has been invited to perform on CCTV, Beijing TV, Hunan Satellite TV, Heilongjiang Satellite TV, Tianjin Satellite TV and Shandong Satellite TV for many times, and also invited to perform magic performances in Australia and other countries. The audience responded well. As early as CCTV & gt column, CCTV & gt column, CCTV's Meet You column, CCTV's Country World column, Beijing TV> column, Beijing TV's colorful column and Hunan Satellite TV> column, they all had wonderful performances. Heilongjiang Satellite TV, Tianjin Satellite TV, Shandong Satellite TV, etc. They have also been invited one after another and won the praise of the vast number of TV viewers.

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Name: Original Name: Yang Zhen Birthplace: Xie Jian, Yinzhuangxi, Taixing River Town, Jiangsu Province Birthday: July 20th Constellation: Leo Blood Type: Type A Ethnic Group: Han English Name: Rain Zodiac: Dragon Favorite Magician: david copperfield, lance burton, Brett Daniels Favorite Food: Chinese Disgusting Food: Garlic Specialty: Magic is Best at Magic: Stage Magic, Close-up Magic, Scene Magic's Best Advantages. The biggest disadvantage of optimism: it is too easy to trust the evaluation of other people's friends: master of black humor, master of magic, descendant of dragon, Mr. Smile, and old knight K. Nicknames: master, Lao Yang, Andy, joy chen and Chen Ge. Other specialties: five years of professional dancing, learning from teachers, ventriloquism, changing face, hosting and other personal notes: inheriting national art and carrying forward traditional culture, my favorite sentence carries forward traditional magic creativity: the sky is vast, the road you choose, and the most impressive sentence: only when you are a director can you perform the most perfect scene in your life. Work creed: Nothing is impossible, nothing is unexpected. First time on stage: 1992 Unique features: combining the strengths of many families for my use, on the basis of traditional art performances, I incorporated unique dance body language and formed a flowing performance style.

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In June 2006, 5438+ 10 successfully performed in Malaysia, and was cordially received by Mr. Hu Yaqiao, Minister of Education of Malaysia, and Mr. Datuk Liu Tiancheng. During the May Day Golden Week in 2007, Yang Yuchen successfully held a unique magic performance in Tianjin, which challenged David's miracle of walking through the wall and the magic stage. Among them, there have been large-scale magic tricks such as changing into a living person, dagger of death, walking through walls and moving people's heads. Tianjin Satellite TV, Tianjin People's Broadcasting Station and CCTV reported one after another. Many media, such as Tianjin New Newspaper, Evening News and Express, reported on the front page one after another the Spring Festival Evening in 2008, and Yang Yuchen was awarded the Central 7 th Spring Festival Evening. On the first day of New Year's Day in 2008, the first domestic large-scale magical sitcom "Forest Fantasy" starring myself was born in Changzhou Dinosaur Park. The drama takes the dinosaur era as the story clue, and combines the advanced magic elements at home and abroad under the cultural background of Rubbra. Among them, the wonderful magic performances such as dinosaur eggs floating, cross disappearing, death dagger, five horses and big dinosaurs have been widely praised at home and abroad since the program started. On June 28th, 2009, a large-scale outdoor magic "Life and Death Crossing Tuolong Gorge" jointly broadcast by Hunan Metropolitan Channel, Jiangxi Radio 2, qtv, Guangzhou TV Station and Sina.com was staged in Pingjiang, Hunan. On July 3rd, 2009, at the invitation of former Prime Minister of Kazakhstan and Mayor of Almaty, Yang Yuchen, led by Hainan Governor Luo Baoming and Economic and Trade Commission, gave a wonderful performance in Kazakhstan, which was a complete success. In August 2009, the Fantasy column of CCTV children's channel launched a brand-new program "blockbuster". As a judge, Yang Yuchen has unique opinions and wise explanations. Won the praise of the vast number of TV viewers. During the 20 10 Spring Festival, Yang Yuchen successfully boarded 7 sets of CCTV's first Spring Festival Gala for Migrant Workers. 20 10 March, Yang Yuchen landed on the Fantasy column of CCTV Children's Channel for two consecutive periods. 20 10 in April, Yang Yuchen accepted an exclusive interview with people from Beijing TV. What should you do? On May 20 10, Yang Yuchen successfully entered the film and television industry, and got an electric shock in the comedy film Falling in Love with Rape Flowers starring the famous actor Wu Jun. On August 20 10, the digital film Neighbor's Story written and directed by the famous director Wang Xiaoming was successfully launched. Yang Yuchen not only played an important role in the film, but also served as the deputy director of the film.

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Magic escape through the wall, magic coins into cups, magic paper money broken cucumber, magic glass broken brick, magic needle in the street, legendary magician Yang Yuchen crossing Tuolong Gorge-a fantastic journey to challenge the world's top magic forest.

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I am a low-key, humorous, good friend, careless, laughing and great person.

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The story of rape and neighbors

Edit this paragraph. Yang Yuchen Jedi, a magician who was locked in a steel cage and sank into the water, escaped.

Magic master Yang Yuchen miraculously escaped from the underwater of Tuolong Gorge in Pingjiang County. Surprisingly, it took Yang Yuchen less than 30 seconds to leave the water under the heavy lock. At 6:5438+0:40 pm, Yang Yuchen got into a 2-meter-high stainless steel cage by the lake above the Tuolongxia Dam. Every steel bar in the cage is as thick as a thumb. Before this, the villagers beat the steel bar with a hoe test, and the steel bar did not move, which is a good thing. After entering the cage, Yang Yuchen's right-hand man was locked by a thick chain. In order to prove the authenticity, he randomly invited two reporters to lock two brass marble locks for him. Then the cage door was welded by technicians with oxygen welding. 1: 50 The cage with Yang Yuchen is hoisted to the surface by a steel cable, and then slowly lowered. Yang Yuchen in the cage was topless, wearing only a pair of swimming trunks and glasses. As people and cages slowly dipped into the water, screams came from the crowd on the shore. 1: 53, the water gradually passed over the top of the cage, and the 2-meter-high cage completely disappeared on the water. 1: 54, in the screams, the cage was hoisted out of the water, and Yang Yuchen disappeared with the chain. After a while, he surfaced and swam to the shore.

"It took me less than 30 seconds from unlocking to coming out. If you can't get out within 30 seconds, it's over! " After landing, Yang Yuchen trembled while playing mystery. It is reported that yesterday's escape from the bottom of the lake was just a warm-up for "Life and Death Crossing Tuolong Gorge". On June 28th, Yang Yuchen will challenge the world's top magician's classic magic of "crossing the American Grand Canyon": let a beautiful woman take a verified RMB with WeChat official account as a token, lock it in a box in public, and throw it into the water above the Tuolongxia Dam from a height of 50 meters. In the blink of an eye, the beauty will cross the dam with a width of 10 m and a height of 50 m and appear in the middle of the island below the dam.

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Yang Yuchen, female, won the first prize in Group A of the 9th New Concept Composition Competition and the first prize in Group C of the 11th New Concept Composition Competition. He was born in the late 1980s and grew up in Shijiazhuang, a small northern town. Taurus, but it lacks all the characteristics of Taurus. Love life but extremely insecure, occasionally neurotic, hysterical and paranoid, but still believe in warm and beautiful promises after being eaten by love. Born emotionally fragile, neurotic, insecure, and willing to live a life of running around and living without a fixed place. I firmly believe that in a strange city, a sense of belonging can bring people warmth and heat contained in food. Dream of buying a house, facing the sea, blooming in spring, tutoring children and making a living by code words. Who is at the third corner of Yelinpati Avenue has been published.

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Yang Yuchen especially recommended "Poetry of Adolescence"! At that time, we imagined the hope of the future with ignorant feelings, recalled the childlike interest with vague memories, and compared the wonderful years with the lost years. In those stories related to youth, we pointed out the mountains and inspired the words, saying that we were angry at giving new words. Inspire passion with impulse, outline sadness with memory, and interpret youth personality with stubbornness. Looking back suddenly, the naive and melodramatic years have gone, and we, I have stood at the end of youth ... The preface of the catalogue missed Anna's rose in the water. Only the brand of love memory floats under the tree. The tears and seeds of the Sphinx are shallow and lonely. When I was young, my sister and I went to sea in ten minutes. Time is gentle, Peking Opera returns to the zero age of memory, and Laura runs quickly, selling fruits bareheaded, and the sun is shining. Lifelong flowers vary from person to person. We are all punk friends who only feed new concepts. With this document, I'm not sad that the reunion of Butterfly Clothes, a thousand-year-old love affair, gave her a desert surprise in her left eye. The illusion in her right eye is that there are trees in the south, and Beijing once had your forest, The Kite Runner.

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Who is at the third corner of Yelinpati Street/Yang Yuchen? All the fragmented language comes from a semi-bonesetter's lips rubbing against the floor, and his broken body is dismembered into pieces of bones and meat. His polygonal broken heart was picked up by the scavengers on Yelinputi Avenue and sent to the ingenuity shop in exchange for something precious to him. Ingenious practitioners melt a heart with drained soup, knead it into a complete shape and sell it at a high price. Wandering artists beat her collarbone with their fingers full of flowers, making her sing the voice of the poet whispering and rapping at midnight when the solidified dark elements are blooming. In fact, she is playing a sad love song. I used to open my chest with my nails, take out a perfect heart, watch veins and arteries crisscross each other, and appreciate the consternation on everyone's face. I'm a circus bonesetter. My daily job is to divide myself into many pieces with different irregular geometries. I washed my twenty-four ribs in the street. Pull them out one by one, and wipe the clavicle and tibia with cotton cloth soaked in medicine, from tiny to soft ear bones, which are the only flexible bones in the human body. I often wonder if everyone likes to listen to warm words, because these little bones are at work. There is a whole row of banyan trees on Bodhi Avenue in Yelin. The lines on the trunk are like eyes, watching everyone pretend to have no bad feelings. Everyone is pretending. Pretend to cry and pretend to laugh. Pretend to eat and pretend to sleep. Pretend to be silent, pretend to be noisy, pretend to love deeply, pretend to hold your hand and grow old with your son. They pretended to be calm. When I smashed plexiglass with my collarbone, the fragments in the sun were like hearts that no one could put together, reflecting faces so scared, so shocked and so surprised. Then, applause. Then, I pinched my shoulder blades, whistled and finished with a smile. In the middle of the night, at the third intersection of Yelinpati Avenue, I met a wandering artist playing collarbone, and she would laugh. This is the most heartless smile I have ever seen. Her fingernails are full of flowers, and her juice smells rotten, just like a gypsy woman, except that she divines with notes. I often wonder what a determined woman she is, covering the gap between her nails with flowers and filling the huge hole in her heart with a smile. I stuffed the money into the silk basket in front of her, and she stopped playing, avoiding the sound and touching my hands, shoulders and shoulder straps. After the performance, I found that the potion was used up, so I had to wrap my collarbone with plastic wrap and put it in my backpack. She said, sir, can I play your collarbone? I had to turn and run away. I'm afraid she will scream in the face of her bloody body without collarbone when she mentions the trench coat. I accidentally hung the earrings of the wandering artist on my backpack. Five white roses make a silver circle, which is the color of the flowers embedded in her finger. I took off my petals and carefully soaked them in formalin, just as I often kept my injured tibia so that it wouldn't fade. Then, I wore a silver metal earring on my clavicle. When I was walking, the metal collided with my collarbone and made a wonderful sound. I don't know if that is the so-called love. But I found that I no longer use the ingenuity shop in the north of the city to buy a big bottle of smile. Then she disappeared. A few nights later, she asked one by one on Yelinputi Avenue if anyone had a perfect heart for her, and she played the most beautiful music with her collarbone. She is so stupid. She doesn't know what a perfect mind is. Scared everyone away. She squatted on the ground and looked at her toes. Tears fell on the floor and evaporated with a faint blue color. Her eye socket and collarbone are deeply sunken, and she can no longer play a wonderful timbre. But why, like a broken toe, I began to feel pain all over. So I cut my chest with a surgical knife in front of her and took out my beating heart. Like countless performances. She opened her eyes wide, and her stunned expression was reflected on my scalpel. "Don't cry. Give me a smile. " I say this. She listened to me unconsciously. When she readjusted the radian of her smile, the blue tears still hung on her lips, unable to bear the weight, and finally fell to the ground. "Do you have a perfect heart?" She raised her eyelashes and looked straight at me. "Well, I have." I gave her the heart that was still moving. "Give it to me, will you?" She asked cautiously. "... hmm ..." I hesitated, but I couldn't refuse. "No ... it doesn't matter ..." "It doesn't matter, there will be another one in the same position." I replied, pointing to my empty heart. "Thank you." The small broken petals between her long hair fell on my palm, and then she turned and left. Lies If my heart leaves me for an hour, I will die. How can it grow back in the same place? There is always only one heart. I can't separate my whole heart like a bone. I will die. But if that desperate light blue comes into my sight again, I will die, too. At the third corner of Yelinpati Avenue, I sat where she used to play the clavicle, trying to sew up the tear in my chest. I tried my best to recall her dark brown hair with small broken petals, cornflower-like blue pupils and blue tears, and fingers embedded with flowers, all of which solidified in front of my eyes and then became a complete her, like frames of rough and moldy film. But she didn't have the strength to pick up the knife and dig out the earrings hidden on her collarbone, leaving only a small piece of bone between her neck. How should tomorrow's newspaper describe a dead osteopath? I don't know ... scavenger When he was a scavenger, he picked up the sad and happy fragments randomly discarded in every corner of the city and put them in his backpack. He always wanted a puzzle, a complete puzzle of happiness, sadness, joy and despair. He wants to know what color and shape it is. He thinks it must be the most perfect work of art. Scavengers dilute them into tears with seawater and rain, stick the pieces together, and repeat the same work every day. The scavengers heard that there was once a man who did that puzzle and got love all his life. So is he. So, he kept picking up rubbish all day. On the Bodhi Avenue in Yelin, he asked a wandering woman, do you have any emotional fragments or a perfect heart? But she didn't answer the question. She said I can play any love poem you want with your collarbone. Just like any vulgar woman who loves rouge and gouache, she wants to entrust herself to him because of her beautiful side face and beautiful voice. He had to shake his head and walk away. The wandering woman gave him a large colorful puzzle at the third intersection of Yelin Bodhi Avenue, which just refracted the sunlight to the most suitable angle and entered the eyelid. She called it love. The scavengers' palms were warm and almost melted the wild rose pattern on the edge. When a group of laughing children passed through the alley and scavengers, the puzzle was smashed to the ground, and the hot asphalt baked all kinds of charming colors, stuck in the cracks of pebbles and evaporated. I'm sorry, he said. But stand still and do nothing. She hung her head, and the hair on her forehead divided the scavengers into many pieces, just like broken love. The flowers on the fingers withered and rotted into erosive colors. Two nights later, she actually brought a perfect heart, which is still fresh in her memory. She handed it to him, not talking, just laughing. When he took the heart, their palms touched a few square centimeters, and her cheeks were as pink as the shells he picked up at the seaside. Her blue pupils are like the color of the deep sea, which is transparent in her hand, and the concentration of tears is diluted. He couldn't help picking up her chin and kissing her. "Wait for me at the third intersection of Yelinpati Avenue. Then we leave together. " The scavenger said. The scavengers went to the ingenuity shop in the north of the city and got a lot of emotional fragments. He came to the seaside alone and finished the work alone. He diluted the sea water and stuck the last piece of emotion together. He finally saw a complete jigsaw puzzle, which reflected the sunlight in the air and the sunlight reflected from the sea to the most suitable angle and entered his eyelids, and it was colorful ... It turned out to be the shape of love she had given him. It turns out that those emotional fragments and tears together are love, and he used to be within reach. The scavenger stood in the sea and saw the horizon like cornflower in the distance, which was the color of her eyes. In his eyes, that is her, and she is waiting for him in front. We agreed to leave together. He went to cornflower with such a great effort ... there is an ingenious shop on the edge of the city. Cardiotonic keeps collecting the hearts of dead bodies. Soak in liquid medicine when the heart bursts without withering, soften veins and arteries, and eliminate excess blood and odor. Boiled soup, soda water and air-dried heart are melted into a hot hand, put on mink gloves and knead into different abstract shapes. This is a work of art, which is sold to the rich people in this city to decorate their new homes. She is a cardiotonic, melting heart after heart. In the soup, some hearts release happiness, some despair, some anger, some curses, some forgiveness and some forgiveness. The cardiotonic agent collects it in a small bottle, and when it cools down, it is a lot of solidified emotional fragments. She sealed the small bottle with wax, put it in the shady corner and sold it to actors, directors, clowns and circuses. When they need these emotions most, they can make impeccable expressions as long as they are washed with boiling water. She knew that he had never really laughed. He always spends a lot of money on a liter bottle to laugh, laugh and laugh wildly. Mix them carefully and take them before the performance. She went to see his performance, which was wonderful. He is the pillar of that theater. Only she could see that the smile he showed when holding his shoulder blades was clearly carefully folded. Later, he never came again, but during the performance, he still burst into the most beautiful smile. The audience held their breath, followed by surprise and fear, followed by ecstasy and applause. She raised her mouth and clapped, bent a bright arc, smiled, covered her face and leaned down to cry. A scavenger came that day, carrying a backpack made of vines. He said he wanted to buy emotional fragments. She counted the odds and ends of coins in his hand. The cocoon on his palm felt very high, and the coins were unevenly placed on it. She smiled. She said you didn't have enough money. The scavenger grabbed a few coins and turned away. "hey." She stopped him. The scavenger looked back at her. "If you can find a perfect heart ... I can exchange it with you." She told him so. A perfect heart is a human heart. She didn't expect him to really come two weeks later. Have a perfect heart. When closing the door in the evening, the blue-gray plastic bag tightly wraps the heart that has not lost its temperature, and it seems to be still beating vigorously. Arteries seem to squeeze endless blood out of the blood vessels. She took him to the inner corner and gave him different emotions. Colorful colors are like painters' pigments, all crowded on the white palette. The corners of his mouth rose, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of laughter. He said that I could finally finish the work. She sent him out, thinking about what shape this perfect heart should be extruded, who to sell it to, and what price to sell it to. She opened the plastic bag, and the strong smell of blood was mixed with the smell of medicine. She had seen it before: he held it many times on the stage and smiled at everyone. I bought a liter of smile from her. Isn't it? Only this kind of heart can insert a few pieces of plexiglass without breaking. She cried and laughed, trying to make it the most perfect work of art, and no one sold it. She scrubbed her heart with ice, dried it with a dryer, put soda water in the boiling soup, the fire in the stove was very strong, Mars was licking her ankle, her skirt was wearing her mink gloves, and her eyelashes. She fell asleep laughing and woke up crying. The heart in the soup has completely melted and cannot be molded. Then her vision was full of bright yellow, fiery red and bright red, which burned her face, the ingenious shop in the north of the city and half the sky. She took off her gloves, completely immersed her hands in the hot soup and muttered something. No problem. How beautiful red is. Wandering, I exchanged my lover's heart and collarbone for a lifetime of silence and a beautiful love song. I fell in love with a man under the banyan tree on Bodhi Avenue in Yelin. At that time, the sky was blue and far-reaching. It was the thick colors in the painter's pen and the shallow singing in the poet's throat, which interwoven all the deep and dark colors with the suppressed voice. The sunlight overflowed from the cross-section fault of the sun in chunks, splashed on the veins of leaves, splashed on the rubble on the roof and splashed on his eyelashes. Colorful, framed, like impressionist paintings I have seen, and like mysterious lyrics I have never read. I played the most beautiful sound with my collarbone. He asked me: Do you have any emotional fragments or a perfect heart? He is a street sweeper. I said, I can play any love poem you want with your collarbone. He shook his head and walked away. He refused my performance with a backpack. I know, it must be him that night, at the third intersection of Yelinpati Avenue. The reckless escape man hung my earrings on his backpack. I have night blindness, but I know that he stole my heart that night. The perfect heart is. I didn't. But I have a perfect love. You can give it to him. I shut myself in a cardboard tent and stuck my laughter and pain in the music with tears. When the owl crowed for the eighty-third time in the middle of the night, I spelled out a beautiful figure. I don't know what geometry this is, but the color is dazzling. When he broke it, it was still perfect. I met a bonesetter in this city, holding a beating pulse. This is a perfect heart. I took it carefully, just like a newborn baby. I forgot whether I said thank you or goodbye before I turned around. "Wait for me at the third intersection of Yelinpati Avenue. Then we leave together. " He finally said to me. I kept tapping the happy rhythm on the ground with my toes on the road. I outlined the outline of his side face, eyelashes, nose bridge and lip line in front of my eyes. Everything seems within reach. The clavicle exposed between the necks of the bone-dissector who fell on the roadside was oxidized in the air. What kind of expression and tears should I use to help him fill that empty chest? I reached out my finger and played a sad tune on his collarbone. But the music is fragmented and can't be spelled. The right clavicle was slightly deformed, and I skinned him with a knife in my hand. I know, it's my earrings hanging on it, because it's a little dim without soaking in rose essential oil. I should have fallen in love with him. The clavicle tone of the osteopath who took off my earrings was so beautiful that I cut the skin of my neck with the same knife. When the blood oozed out, I wondered how he pulled out his heart and divided the pain of the wrong bone. I sawed off my two collarbones, which were much smaller than his. The clavicle of the bonesetter is connected with the broken bone between my necks, and the timbre is outstanding. I think I can finally bring my lover, and we can play the saddest love song in the world together. A Sad Love Song The saddest love song has no lyrics and no melody. Whoever has a good posture will knock a sad music notation on his collarbone. Everyone pretended to stop and pretend not to cry. However, the wandering artist at the third corner of Yelinpati Avenue has stirred [1] everyone's most sensitive nerves. Clear-minded and unforgettable

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Yang Yuchen introduced himself like this:

Belongs to susceptible people, easy to move, easy to catch a cold. A quiet and noisy woman with a slightly split personality. I often get caught up in my excessive fantasies and fabricated facts. Occasionally hysterical, often inexplicably sad. An optimistic pessimist, a pessimistic optimist. Have the courage to doubt yourself. Bipolar disorder often fills the extreme emptiness in the mind with food and hoards security with fat. Sensitive, influenced by other people's emotions, will be secretly sad because of each other's words and expressions. In short, she is a very contradictory woman. Longing for a warm and peaceful life, dreaming of self-indulgence in it. At the same time, I am also eager to travel far, to find an innate sense of belonging in a strange place, and to love and hate in drift and turmoil.

Jerry introduced Yang Yuchen like this:

Very true, very kind, this is the most difficult human nature to stay. Yang Yuchen said to Jerry, I still can't help praising these deep eyes first, because I always swim in them, as if I can't see the shore and touch the bottom. This man, who often tolerates my big appetite, can treat me to chicken pot twice a day, and he will still sing a song "Love in Hiroshima" with me seriously until his mouth hurts when he sings at night. I can fall asleep when I watch a play together, and I'm still whining in my sleep. When it rains, help me open an umbrella and be pushed to the side of the road. My hands are cold, and I talk back. I stayed with me until the bus 1 13 arrived. Jelly always touches my most sentimental nerve when I am most sensitive and vulnerable, like a wandering artist. Before I knew jelly, I never thought that there was such a man in this world who was as entangled as me. Jelly, do you know that my little willfulness can never surpass your sadness? I can't help feeling sorry for you Like a child, even if the child asks for a lot of feelings, I will draw the last temperature from me to warm you. Just like every time I eat jelly, that jelly always gives me the greatest courage, strength and warmth. I can see everything through a golden jelly, soft and not dazzling. I don't want to know that you are sitting on the big bed, burying your face between your knees and crying. Even if you tell me that jelly will never belong to only one person, I am still grateful that you left me a small part of your life, even if it only occupies a corner of your heart, I am already satisfied. You said, jelly, some friends may only appear in your life for a year or two. I don't know if the track I have painstakingly drawn in your wheel of life will fade away, until there is no trace. I don't care about this. I will only bend my mouth into an arc called happiness, because I am happy when I have an incomplete jelly.

Jelly said to Yang Yuchen:

All the words that Chen Yu typed for me were sent to me by mobile phone, which was an irony for me to reply in front of the computer. I know, I tried my best, but I always started with tenderness and subtlety, and then slowly exposed my great nameless sadness. It seems that being my friend can help me wash away the invisible pain and bear endless suffering.

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