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Rolling red dust...

author:Immortal years I don't love

After meeting her, I knew that there was such a beautiful woman in the world. Xiangqi's beauty not only can stand the test of any critic in the world, but also can stand the test of time, fifty-seven, still gentle and beautiful as forty, like Shaohua played by Lin Qingxia in the rolling red dust of the movie, the only difference is that she is more gentle than Shaohua in temperament.

I always suspect that she had an earth-shattering and vigorous love affair when she was young, she was a high-achieving student at Shandong University in the 70s of the last century, with a beautiful face and a compelling talent, such a talented woman and a beautiful woman, there was no emotional experience in her life that shocked the world and cried ghosts, who believed it. However, she has not yet married, and it is estimated that she will not marry in this life, which cannot but make people sigh, which is a pity. But she laughed freely and said, Isn't it even more a pity that she is married!

When Xiang Qi laughed, there was a kind of bright blossoming in an instant, she listened to this, smiled straight, and said, in fact, she is neither warm nor bright, many people after seeing her for the first time, they all said, this woman, so cold. There is a faint chill on her body, and most of the women who are too beautiful have a similar cold aura, so many people look at her, and they have a little understanding. And I, who have been separated from her for more than 20 years, think I understand. Perhaps, there are still similarities in temperament, stubborn, strong, simple, and there are decisive things in her bones, but her determination is rational and sharp, and her words and two words can make people lose their armor as a cold or arrogant posture.

At that time, after graduating from Xiangqi University, she was assigned to work in Zibo, and it should be conceivable how many followers such a woman would have in the local area. However, after comprehensively analyzing and judging the objective situation, especially after calmly weighing their own weights, they all stopped beating the drum. How could such a beautiful woman live with herself in a poor and remote area for the rest of her life? All men in front of excellent women, have a kind of instinctive timidity and weakness, especially Xiang Qi' arrogant and arrogant, cold personality that refuses to be thousands of miles, her excellence makes men not confident to despair, and no one wants to be scolded as a toad who does not know the height of the sky.

At the age of 36, XiangQi was transferred back to Qingdao as she wished, and at that time, there were still leaders of a certain organ who thought of her and had good intentions, and often inquired about her situation behind her back. After Xiangqi learned about it, she directly called and asked, so-and-so, what do you really want to do? The other party is organizing a meeting, and whispered in a low voice, pleading, I am in a meeting, I will explain it to you later, okay? She said, no, you have to give me a clear explanation now! The leader hesitated on the other side of the phone for a long time, and finally guarded the room full of subordinates, and in full view of everyone, he had to say, Xiang Qi, I... I...... Still single. She replied mercilessly, "You're single, what does it have to do with me?!

Her determination is always clear and clear, with no room for maneuver, perhaps. Those stories except For Wushan are just my wishful thinking, as she herself said, she is just an extremely selfish person, unwilling to let anyone share her space, or too transparent about feelings, but willing to fully enjoy her own life time alone. Life is short, how to live is a waste, different ways of life, are the beauty of the individual's inner persistence, all deserve respect, in this regard, I fully understand.

Because they understand, they always have a lot of strange ways to go together, such as whimsical ideas, alternative perspectives, good at solitude, no makeup, always a Sassoon head, wearing clothes of their own design, sitting on a small stone pier by the side of the road at a considerable distance, still able to talk happily, three feet away from the traffic roaring by.

They are all women with distant hearts, who have long been accustomed to quietly guarding their own time, singing in a low voice, letting the red dust roll in and out.

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