Shanhua's love path to herself now seems a little confused. The people are gone, and the old field is gone, and I don't know how to do it.
She recalled the road she had traveled, and she was also a little shabby. Just from the countryside to the city, young girls marry old men, also for money. Demin's kindness to her is also the kindness of all old men to young women. Whoever sees a beautiful girl is not attentive. Call him before her, like a little man who can do everything for her. The little clothes and pants are washed, and you can use your tongue to lick the clear nose that flows from you. This is also the old man's routine of coaxing the little girl, so that you feel very comfortable following him. What you want, what you give, what else you can't promise him.
You're wrong, and he's right. That is, to please you! In front of him, it is really that you can be happy and happy, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing. All that remains is to satisfy him, and you will be satisfied.
Such an old man is powerful and rich. You say, which girl touched the ship without overturning. In this regard, she did not think she should be blamed. Because at that time, she had just come down from the country. At that time, she did not know what was good and what was bad. When I enter heaven, I am not wandering.
Men like Demin were not easy to find at that time. Mainly she couldn't reach it. To her, the big man seemed sweet and gentle. When she met such a person, it was not like picking up a dog's head gold.
She was young, beautiful, and a wolf with a mouth. Lively and warm, I don't like to kill those old men. Tender like a flower, no one dislikes her. At this time, who can still keep the flowers without feet, the bees and butterflies have drilled into the heart of the flowers.
It is not right to blame the mountain flowers, and it is not reasonable to blame the people. Because at this time, who has not yet drilled into the eyes of money. Men and women do not match, and the fireworks are not extinguished.
Nowadays, Shanhua, she really doesn't know what to do. A woman can't help but eat that bowl of rice. It's not that smoking can be broken, and before you hear about it, people are going to cut it off. You can't say it, and you can't talk to people, which makes it difficult for the mountain flower.
I am afraid that others will say that I want to go fast and fast, and such a good thing is really difficult to do. Like hunger and thirst, like a grunt in a hungry belly. The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. I want to taste the fresh, such as thirsty for Qiong pulp, only then can I have a weaver girl and a cowherd.
You see the seven fairies, all went down to this place. There was also the Meng Jiang woman who cried down the Great Wall. Don't say Cui Yingying, that's boudoir. In ancient times, it was not because of women who started wars. This does not yet illustrate the importance of love between men and women.
Speaking of mountain flowers, she is still like a flower. Although it rained, it didn't hurt her. What to do in the future, we can only wait for changes. One day, one day, is unwilling. The most intolerable was Si Chun, who did not know how many people had been injured. The flowers that can be put down will bloom, and I don't know how much happiness will come. It is not that the girl is unruly, and time is like a knife that damages the red face. The girl is not afraid of old age, and no one wants to give thanks. (Karma, to be continued)