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See peach blossoms again
□ Liu Yongqing/Wen
On that day, the peach blossoms bloomed all over the mountains, and at the crowded temple fair, she smiled with a spring breeze on her face and set up a small stall, which attracted countless people to watch.
She is like a fairy, and I don't know if the onlookers are attracted by the goods on the stalls or to see her face.
She looked up just in time to meet his demented eyes, and her face was flushed, like this mountain peach blossom. His heart suddenly spread all the way to the peach blossoms, swaying and swaying.
Since then, he has always gone to the temple fair, just to see her fangzi, she has been chasing his figure around in front of each stall, and there is a sense of loss in her heart when she can't see it. On this day, the sky is like the face of a child, and it will change when it is said. Just now it was still warm and the sun was shining, and the dark clouds were dense, and the bean-sized raindrops were rushing down. When she was panicking, someone above her head held up an umbrella for her, and her eyes were facing each other, still full of peach blossoms, and still peach blossoms in her heart. Thank you and ask her why she is thankful? She said could she give herself a life? The happiness around you comes so simply and beautifully.
The unforgiving reality has worn away the beautiful extravagance in the heart. Her family suspects that he has no formal job, no mansion to survive and save face, no family background, no...
I can't remember how many temple fairs I didn't see her. After several inquiries, I learned that she was married. The fairy in her heart has become someone else's wife, and she has been dreaming of pity.
He aspired to get ahead, only for the fairy dream in his heart. But will the fairy in your heart come back?
He became a well-known "big money". His entrepreneurial myth has become a topic of conversation after dinner, and has become an inspirational model for young people. If you are fangfei, the butterflies come. Standing at the high end, there is no shortage of butterflies around, there is more and better choice, but he is still single, is there no fairy who can enter his eyes?
Another year of peach blossoms. It's still that temple fair, or the peach blossoms that spread wild on the edge of the mountain. He came on foot, only fantasizing that he would see the fairy he once had, would he get his wish?
The hand of fate squeezed it lightly, and really gave him that hope. Still a familiar face, or a familiar stall. He walked up, visibly agitated, and she looked up and bumped into his gaze, her face still flushed with peach blossoms.
During the conversation, I learned that she was divorced not long ago. Only for the teenager in her heart who held the umbrella for her lingering, there was no room for others. At the beginning, the fate of the parents was difficult to violate, and it was a cruel injury to others and themselves to have to marry.
He asked if she was willing to fulfill the promise she had made to herself. She was speechless, and the flush on her face was the best answer.
Lang is still affectionate, and the concubine is still intentional. Life is beautiful, but it is like this.
On that day, he saw peach blossoms blooming in his eyes again, more vivid and beautiful than ever. At this time, the wind passed through the forest shoots, and the peach blossoms competed.