Outside the car, the people of Yi Guo were burying pots and cooking, and the smoke and aroma wafted out in the night.
Not long after, Jing Hengbo received a steaming bowl of porridge with various cereals in it. The person who delivered the porridge told her that it was "clearance porridge" and it was December 28th in the Great Wilderness calendar.
It was the twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month, and she was in a daze.
On the side of Dahuang, on this day, there is also a legend similar to her modern life. It is said that a family originally had a wealth of wealth and a warehouse full of grain. Crying and preparing to commit suicide, he got advice from the immortals, cleared out the granary at home, swept out a basket of grain and cooked porridge, the next day there was a turning point, and from then on, he changed his ways and revived his family business. Since then, on this day, the common people have to clean the granaries at home thoroughly. Even if there is new grain in the house, they must eat the scattered grain at the bottom of the granary on this night.
Here in this story, the key is not the bowl of porridge, but the implication of cleaning up and waiting for hope—persist until the end, and there will be a turning point.
Jing Hengbo raised the curtain of the car, the car did not pass through big towns, and stayed in the wilderness, but there were a few small villages not far away, and it was getting late, and there were still ox carts driving towards the villages. Villagers buying for the New Year can see the ox carts full of things from a distance. There are children laughing and welcoming out of the village. The red lanterns they carry are flickering red in the twilight. You can faintly hear crisp laughter and the crack of a whip. The old cow walked slowly, and the child was behind the car, picking up the dropped candies.
Jing Hengbo only took a serious look today at the Jade Tribe, which is famous for its abundance of jadeite, but it looks no different from other tribes, except that the mountains are particularly short. She thought that Yingbai was from the Jade Tribe, and it is said that she is a rich family of the Jade Tribe He is a direct descendant of his father, but he left the Jade Department when he was very young, and he never mentioned anything about his youth, so that later on, the world only knew that he had great military exploits and indulged in romance, but even he was born in Jade. forget.
Jing Hengbo has always thought that Yingbai is a mysterious person. For so long, almost no one understands him. Those jugs of wine covered his eyes, which he didn't know were blurred or sober, and no one could see whether there was something on his mind like wine behind his eyes.
But Jing Hengbo believed that the person who would be so addicted to alcohol must have something on his mind. It's just hidden too deep.
This is not the time to study Yingbai, she is destined to pass by the Jade Department.
Holding the big bowl of porridge, Jing Hengbo was stunned for a while, put the bowl down, asked for a smaller bowl, and poured the porridge into the bowl.
Gong Yin would wake up for a while every day, but he seldom talked and ate less. She used to feed him some food when he was a little awake, and he obediently refused to refuse anyone, but he couldn't eat after a few mouthfuls, and he would eat any more, but she could Seeing that he was uncomfortable, I had no choice but to not force him.
She asked that the porridge must be boiled, it must be a medicinal diet, the ginseng soup must be very thick, and it must be more than a century old ginseng, one cup a day, so as to maintain his physical strength. The high demands on the diet made the group of guys cry for their father and mother, saying that the money was about to run out, and they just wanted to return to Yi Country as soon as possible. Jing Hengbo didn't care about them—it's your blessing that Her Majesty the Queen and the Master of the State Council eat a few mouthfuls of ginseng from you, and you will thank me in the future.
It was very dark inside the cart, and Yi Guo people lit a fire outside to keep warm for the festival. Four or five people talked and laughed around the fire, each holding a wine bowl and a porridge bowl, and it was unknown whether it was the smell of alcohol or the heat of the porridge. Warm, all of them blushed, and gradually began to play face-changing, changing faces faster than anyone else, with a sip of wine and a face, dazzled in the night, like a group of ghosts.
The red light of the flames covered the inside of the cart with a layer of reddish light and shadow. Jing Hengbo helped Gong Yin up, put a pillow behind him, picked up the bowl, stirred the porridge with a spoon, and put the larger grains in the porridge first. Pick it out so he doesn't digest it.
The porcelain spoon made a crisp sound when it touched the porcelain bowl, but it seemed that the carriage was extremely quiet at the moment, and the laughter outside seemed far away.
She faintly heard a smile from outside and said: "Passing through Biyeyuan, it is Tianrift Canyon and Yishan Waterfall. After passing through Yishan, we will be home..."
She didn't care, and looked at Gong Yin under the light. In the red light, Gong Yin seemed to be thinner, but even more bright like jade bamboo, clear and elegant.
Jing Hengbo stared at him, and gently stroked his slightly thinned jaw.
"Your illness, what a coincidence..." she murmured, "Did you know that I was going to dump you, so did you come up with such a cruel trick?"
Gong Yin's drooping eyelashes cast a faint black shadow under his eyes.
She moved the bowl over, "Smell, is it fragrant? It's Qingcang porridge, but you people in the wilderness really don't know how to name it. What kind of Qingcang porridge is really ugly. In our place, it's called Laba porridge, which is eaten on the eighth day of December. But for you, this is the fixed food on December 28th...December 28th, Gong Yin, Chinese New Year is coming soon."
She leaned her head over and sniffed the porridge, actually sniffing him by the way, smelling the faint smell of medicine and ginseng on his lips, and seeing his beautifully contoured lips, she immediately wanted to gnaw again, just as she moved her mouth up , suddenly snorted again, and retreated abruptly.
"I don't want to kiss you secretly, it's obviously cheap for you." She looked depressed, "With virtue like yours, you should be abandoned by the side of the road, and never get in touch with you. Serving you and taking care of you is a last resort. I will give you a reason to take advantage of it."
That's what he said, but looking at his pale red lips, slender neck, and neckline that was slightly opened for the convenience of brushing, she couldn't help but want to pounce on him, want to **** all over her body, want to press and press, and want to listen to the man. His nasal sound and groan, don't you have a taste of ecstasy?
She felt that she was intoxicated and hopeless, or could a sickly handsome man arouse her desire more? I had no choice but to change the subject by myself, "Know what is my wish on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month?"
Of course she didn’t answer, but it didn’t stop her from talking to herself, “I think we should all have a taste of this porridge. Because no one knows better than us what it’s like to wait for hope after menopause. In fact, there is nothing worse than despair. I hope we will always Don't despair, go forward, don't look back when you bump into a wall, you must hide behind a certain wall when you turn around, and you can grab it as soon as you reach out. Promise me, don't shrink your hands."
She brought the porridge bowl to him, ready to touch his lips, and it was considered that he had eaten.
His fingers were suddenly drawn into the moist and soft lips.
She was startled—he woke up?
With a shaking of her hand, a few drops of porridge fell on his chin, she hurriedly took the bowl away with the other hand and put it aside, she reached out to wipe his chin, but he licked it with the tip of his tongue, and ate the porridge and her fingers .
She couldn't laugh or cry, she felt that this guy was getting more and more hooligan, or was the hooligan in his bones finally exposed? At the same time, he was also a little bit happy. He seemed to be in good condition tonight. Although he was half awake, he didn't speak or move.
"Sister just wiped your body and didn't wash your hands." She said seriously.
He paused, and she thought her fingers were about to be spit out, and the next moment her fingertips hurt, and she groaned - she was bitten.
The bite was not heavy, and there was even a slight numbness. The numbness went all the way to the bottom of her heart, and even her body seemed to be slightly soft. She withdrew her finger, and her face blushed for no reason.
"Eat porridge, eat porridge, it's so easy for you to wake up, try this..." Before she could finish speaking, he had already pushed aside the bowl of porridge, and the porridge bowl fell to the ground, spilling a mess, but no one was there. I can take care of it.
She had fallen on his chest.
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The deep winter wind hovers between the houses, whistling long and long, like crying.
Someone slowly untied his cloak in the wind, and said, "Gong Yin and Jing Hengbo are missing."
Someone behind him said: "Everyone is looking for it. We will also send several teams to search separately, and we can always find it."
The man who took off the cloak said: "I'm not thinking about finding someone, I'm just wondering, why did Gong Yin and Jing Hengbo suddenly abandon everyone, even the army, and disappear in front of everyone?"
"Perhaps... it's just a suspicion?" The subordinate standing behind him thought for a while.
"I don't think so," the man put his cloak on his elbow and shook his head, "I have observed carefully, Jing Hengbo and Gong Yin's subordinates are really anxious, and they can't pretend. It doesn't matter if Gong Yin left, he did it on purpose It is necessary to confuse the whereabouts; it is unreasonable for Jing Hengbo to leave, she should not have left the army at this time anyway, and will not explain to anyone."
"You mean..."
"Don't tell anyone, it means that you don't trust everyone. That's why you disappeared without telling anyone. The question is, who are these two people trying to hide?"
The voice of the person behind him was a little nervous, "Could it be..."
"No." He slowly folded the cloak, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and said after a while, "I don't think there is a clear goal yet, or in other words, it is a person who has experienced many storms, and the instinct to avoid danger." He paused, Sighing, "It's my fault too. I'm still a little impatient. I shouldn't have put those things in the hall, which aroused the vigilance of Jing Hengbo and Gong Yin."
The subordinates behind him were silent, not daring to answer such words.
"That's right," he sneered, "Who would have thought that Jing Hengbo would be a lunatic. A smart lunatic."
"That…"
He thought for a while, and slowly said: "Or, the real me should show up. It's better to divert your attention."
He handed over the cloak to his subordinates, and said softly: "Leaving Shen Tie recently, have all the suspicious teams and their approximate whereabouts been found out?"
"Yes." The subordinate offered the scroll.
He took the scroll, looked at it, made a mark on a few lines with his finger, and then said: "I want to go and see for myself, the next thing here is left to you."
"yes."
With light steps, he swept out like a cloud, and under the reflection of the setting sun, his figure was like a phantom hanging on the corner of the glazed eaves.
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In the carriage, there was a beautiful fragrance.
His breath was on her face, her face was on his lips, his gesture of looking for her lips was slightly eager, and his palm was rubbing against her shoulders over and over again. She just felt weak and hot all over, and couldn't help but want to turn into a puddle of spring water. There was a faint medicinal fragrance around her body, a little astringent, a little refreshing, a little sultry. The indescribable strange smell would make people's hearts jump even more, if it wasn't for it She stared at the medicine and boiled it herself. She would think that it was mixed with love medicine, or that if there is love, it will be charming. Everything in the world seems to be full of spring, and his body temperature, which is hot and cold, also makes her Her heart tightened and relaxed, she was happy that he was finally sober, and she was annoyed because he wanted to take advantage of him as soon as he woke up. She couldn't help but pinch him, pinch the soft flesh around his waist, her fingers felt slippery and pliable to the touch, and she couldn't bear to pinch him. I want to think of those days when I wiped his body and changed his clothes. In the darkness, the man's young, flexible and graceful body, in the darkness, his smooth and clear skin that bounces at the touch, in the darkness, his long legs and slender waist, and his jade-like appearance... those because of The desire suppressed by worry suddenly exploded at this moment, a little sweat dripped from her forehead, she suddenly giggled, and slipped her hand into his clothes.
As soon as he tightened his body, she felt that the subtle changes in the man's body at this moment were very wonderful. She could even feel his heart skipping a beat, and then jumped up eagerly, beating her heart like a drum. .
The two were very close, and his heart beat against her heart, and he suddenly gasped lightly, because he also felt the vigorous and fullness of the young female body, it was youth, it was fresh, it was a lively dove, in his heart Fly up tremblingly. He wanted to raise his hand to grab her and push her deeper into his arms.
But she was struggling a little, her body slid on his body like a beautiful snake, the young skin and figure, touched the fire of the prairie fire, how could he withstand such teasing, only felt a hot line from the throat Going down and down, waiting for the fireworks to explode all over the sky, he suddenly didn't dare to move.
She giggled and smirked, her fingers restlessly pulled on his chest, and he smiled wryly—for her boldness and mischievousness. I don't know whether it's joy or helplessness in my heart, but I still have a little hope, hope that those soft fingers can continue... But she just walked around on his chest, muttering in a low voice while touching: "This figure is getting worse and worse. ...shrunk..." Sliding finger to collarbone, sighing, "Look at this obvious..." Touching ribs, sighing, "The ribs are all coming out, I want to feed you fat every day..." Sliding to waistline, sighing, "Narrow I'm almost able to hold my palm, ahhhhhhhh man's waist is too thin and ugly..."
He also muttered suddenly, but she didn't hear clearly, she put her ear to his lips and asked, "Huh?"
He gasped and said in a low voice: "Not all places shrink..."
Jing Hengbo almost sprayed on his face, grabbed his face, touched his face, and said solemnly: "Wrong, wrong, you must not be Gong Yin, you must just wear a Gong Yin mask. Since the fire scene When I saw you here, you never spoke normally, and said, who are you!"
Huluo Pingyang was bullied by the cat, he helplessly let her rub her face round and flat, and said softly: "Or you are not you? Or give me a try too?"
Jing Hengbo stared at him wide-eyed for a long time, then pushed him back, and said, "If you are a little energetic, you will be agitated, and it will be against you!" His fingers strangled his throat, and he said bitterly: "Now there is nothing to do, beggars on the side of the road If you are going to die, you have to be saved, do you think that sister really has to follow you?" Holding her hand, she felt that her skin was so slippery to touch, she couldn't help but habitually slid into the collar, and slid all the way down.
He smiled wryly, feeling that this really terrible little goblin seemed provocative yet unintentional, refused yet invited, wanted to get closer but kept keeping a distance, wanted to push away but still teased, was moody and indifferent, almost killing people.
Thinking back, this seems to be his attitude towards her. It is also called retribution. He has actually regained some strength, but he has no intention of resisting. As a result, her hand slides smoothly all the way down, and it seems that she is about to touch something. , she seemed to have no intention of stopping, and suddenly said: "I remembered that we still have one important thing to do..."
He was surprised and delighted, and even hesitated for a while. He rejected her twice for such an important matter. Is he really going to reject her for the third time...God knows that he used all his reason every time he refused... Confused with sweat, she suddenly pulled her hand out and stretched it aside. When she brought it up again, there was already a warm towel handle in her hand. The thief smiled and said, "I was planning to wash your face after you finished eating the porridge. Yes, it’s just a good time to use it to wipe yourself, you haven’t wiped yourself today, it smells so bad, why don’t you approach me?”
The scent of medicine in the air was accompanied by his natural fragrance of ice and snow, and it was really shameless to say that it stinks. She smiled treacherously and happily, and the corners of his lips pressed helplessly, thinking about waiting, how should he punish her?
But punishing her seems to be just a self-inflicted empty talk. Now he is being punished. Before she wiped his body, he was usually in a coma and didn't quite understand. Now that he is sane, he can't help but feel embarrassed. The sweat towel came by herself, but she refused to let it go, she didn't let it go, as if she wanted to torment him, she grabbed the cloth towel and wiped it slowly, sometimes in circles...
He couldn't help but wanted to grab her hand, but she nimbly avoided it, with her fingers pointing down, and he pressed the belt quickly, but she shrank her hand with a sneer, her nose turned up, and proudly said: "Think too much, don't you?" Did you say to wipe your whole body?"
The corner of Gong Yin's lips curled up, he could beat her with ten thousand words of poisonous tongue, but at this moment he didn't want to argue with her at all. It's because she's in a good mood, but she's also reluctant, she's also lost weight, her hair is disheveled, her eye sockets are sunken, there are large swaths of red blood under her eyes, and even blue eye bags have appeared, she still loves beauty to the extreme, she always wants to The magnificent Jing Hengbo.
At this moment, my body is comfortable, but I can't help but feel distressed. The past few days seem to be in a coma, but in fact, it is equivalent to entering the tortoise's resting state, and the body is slowly repairing itself. At this time, there must be a lot of sweating, but there is no sticky or uncomfortable feeling on the body, so he knew it was hers. credit.
She is also a noble person, before meeting him, although he didn't know what kind of life she lived, but judging from her demeanor and appearance, it was certain that she had no worries about food and clothing, and had never served anyone.
These days, it's hard for her.
However, Jing Hengbo also thought that Gong Yin who "don't touch me with your dirty hands" when we first met him seemed to have changed.
But the next moment she overturned her idea, because Gong Yin looked at the porridge with a frown and asked, "Is that group of people outside cooking it?"
"Speaking of clothes," Gong Yin said suddenly, "I remember you promised to make clothes for me."
In the darkness, his eyes turned slightly bright, and Jing Hengbo was ashamed when he saw it. She had long forgotten about it.
"Clothes..." She threw away the sweat towel, kicked the basin away, lay down beside him, and said in a drawn-out voice, "Well... I'm doing it..."
He glanced at her, too lazy to expose her lies. Before, he had been resentful, robbed land and fought wars, and then he was busy taking care of him. What time does she have to make clothes? Have you probably forgotten all about it?
I know it well, but I like to hear her tone of voice when she lies. It is intentionally long, with a soft ending and a little nasal tone. The blood bubbles with joy.
I couldn't help but want to say a few more words.
"Really? Where did you do it?"
Jing Hengbo wanted to solve the problem of underwear in minutes, is it that complicated? Lazily replied: "When will you be completely honest with me, and when will I do it well for you."
He was silent, gently stroking her hair, poking his hand and heart with the messy hair like a dog gnawing, and after a while he said lightly: "You just have to trust me, I will never hide anything and cause you harm yes."
"Concealment itself is hurt." She reacted quickly.
He didn't answer, but tugged at her hair, and said, "When will it grow back?"
Changing the subject again, she slapped his hand angrily, "It's best if they don't even grow."
He actually nodded, with a face of agreement, "That's fine, it's better to be ugly."
Jing Hengbo wanted to fight him wholeheartedly, so he sneered, "If you scratch my face, you can really rest assured that you don't have to dump me like a madman and then follow me, chasing every one of my suitors away." went."
There was no sound around her, she thought he finally understood how to be ashamed, she turned to look at him, but saw him swipe, took out a pair of scissors from nowhere, and shook them.
Jing Hengbo's voice changed in shock, "What are you doing?"
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On the outskirts, a lighted fire can spread light far.
People from Yi Kingdom are about to get close to their hometown. They have a safe journey and are in a happy mood. They are playing and laughing by the fire, and the sound is far from the night.
In the far distance, a figure passed by lightly.
The black cloak on his body casts a huge figure under the moonlight.
As he walked, he looked around, his eyes seemed to be searching.
He's looking for questionable teams.
The inexplicable disappearance of Gong Yin and Jing Hengbo aroused his interest. He ordered people to find out all the suspicious teams that had recently left Shen Tiewang City, and searched for them one by one.
After catching up with the six groups one by one, he eliminated the doubts one by one. Today he caught up with this team.
The reason why this team was the latest to catch up was because they left the city later and had the least suspicion.
Many people inferred that Gong Yinjing Hengbo's disappearance might have been out of the city. Since he was out of the city, he naturally left immediately. No one would have guessed that the two men were in poor condition and stayed in the city overnight before leaving.
This is also the last suspicious team. If this team can't be found again, he also plans to go back, and he can't stay outside for too long.
He stalked the group quietly, hiding behind a nearby tree.
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In another direction, above the wilderness, there is another person floating.
His swaying sleeves, together with his long hair, swayed in the wind, but the flying speed was extremely fast, like wisps of moonlight and glow, flying across the sky and the earth in an instant.
He seemed to be carrying a huge burden, which was still struggling, and it seemed that there was a person inside.
Far behind him, there was a large group of figures chasing him endlessly.
The one in front carrying things and running, occasionally looking back, if the person is tired, he will stop and wait, if the person is running fast, he will go faster.
The group of people behind seemed to drive him like a stray dog, but in fact they were like a pack of dogs, being led to chase him panting on the plain bordering the Jade Ministry.
Gradually they also headed in the direction of the campfire.
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Jing Hengbo in the carriage stared blankly at the gleaming scissors.
This guy won't really have all kinds of depression and coquettishness that lead to neurosis. In order to eliminate "interference", he really disfigured her?
Gong Yin stretched out his hand to hold her down, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, "As you wish, scratch it. I will really feel relieved in the future."
Jing Hengbo drew out his knife in a snap, "Small sample for real?"
In the darkness, his eyes flashed like stars, and he raised his hand to pat lightly, her shoulders went numb, and he pushed her so that she turned her back.
Jing Hengbo yelled, "Hey, what do you mean? Hey, it turns out that you have recovered a little bit of your strength. I knew that my sister would not serve you..."
Although he was yelling, there was no fear in his heart, only a touch of joy—he was already able to touch her acupuncture points, which meant that he was recovering.
Not afraid, because he knows that he will not hurt her like this, there is no reason, just knowing.
The scissors rattled behind her, and her hair was fiddled with. Some fine hairs fell on her neck and itched slightly. Only then did she know that this guy was going to cut her hair.
Probably because she really couldn't bear to see her messy hair like a dog chewing on it, so she finally made a move.
She wanted to laugh, God Gong has added a barber look, more and more versatile, but I don't know if those emperor ministers who are used to seeing him sitting on the throne will drop their eyes when they see him like this ?
Smiling and laughing, couldn't help holding back the smile again.
She seemed to see all his faces, but only he knew how much he had done for her, how much he had given up, how much he had endured, and how much he had hidden.
She is a person who likes to be enthusiastic and flamboyant by nature. When the young girl Huaichun outlines her ideal partner, she is also the type of flamboyant and arrogant. She thinks that kind of talent is suitable for her.
However, in the end, she fell in love with the most restrained man in the world, and she did not hesitate to plunge her flame into his still water.
Love in the world is really asking where to start.
Behind him, Gong Yin seemed to be very serious, comparing the scissors, a little here, a little there, as if he wanted to cut flowers.
She suddenly thought of someone, and couldn't help laughing again.
"Want to cut out the symmetry? When did you get possessed by that guy?"
Both of them knew that they were referring to the man in Jinyi. Thinking of this strange thing, even Gong Yin was a little startled, thinking that the man in Jinyi was going to check his family clues, and now he didn't know what to do.
His intuition told him that going with the people in Jinyi would not mess things up, and it might even be more suitable than going by himself.
The only worry is that this guy won't make any follow-up.
"Are you worried?" She asked suddenly.
With a flash of his eyes, he felt that she was getting more and more sensitive. With her back facing her, she could also detect subtle abnormalities in him.
When did the careless Jing Hengbo become so sharp?
Is it because of reality and his persecution?
There was a little pity in his eyes, his movements were lighter, and he said lightly: "I worry about when your hair will grow back."
"I'm handsome even with short hair." She giggled, thought for a while and said, "That guy seems to have a wig, if you see him, borrow one from him."
Gong Yin's eyes flashed again, but his hands didn't stop, and he said, "No."
"Why not?" Jing Hengbo asked, knowing that this guy's desire for monopoly had flared up again, and he snorted coldly, "This will not work, that will not work, or you can shave your hair off to compensate me, why should my hair burn like a dog?" It’s the same as gnawing, you don’t have a lot of hair?” After speaking, he wanted to grab his hair.
As soon as Gong Yin stepped aside, the scissors slapped her neck, "Don't move! Do you want to be poked?"
Jing Hengbo snorted, and didn't dare to move any more. He felt that his fingers were very light, like a spring breeze, and when they touched the back of his neck, it was itchy and numb, so comfortable that he wanted to sleep. She had been serving him for several days, but she was also extremely tired, so she couldn't help but close her eyes.
Her back was facing Gong Yin, so she cut her hair after not seeing Gong Yin, turned her head to the back, and pulled her own hair behind her.
Gong Yin heard her breathing heavily, her movements became lighter like a feather, her neck gradually drooped, revealing a beautiful white neck, and the skin on her back was shining like jade in the gap between the collar at the end of her neck. Where her black hair was burnt away, there were some soft, fluffy hairs, which gently brushed against his nose, exuding a woman's fragrance, which made his expression softer.
The cut hair fell on the pre-laid sweat towel, and he gathered the much shorter hair with a bit of pity, and combed it gently with his fingertips. She seemed to feel happy in a dream, and she felt comfortable. Twice.
He retracted the scissors, pulled his hair to look carefully, let out a long breath for a long time, seemed to be thankful for something, and suddenly pulled out a shiny silver hair from the bottom of his hair with his fingertips, he cut it off with a flash of scissors, and the silver hair fell In her shattered black hair, it looks black and white.
He watched silently, stretched out his hand for a while, took one of the longest black hairs, twisted them together with his own white hair, and slowly tied a knot.
Formed as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection. Rejoice in the eve of the night, graceful and good time.
In this life, you may not be able to wait until the real knot, and then silently tie your mind at this moment.
Accompany her to listen to the New Year's Eve approaching, the winter wind is ringing.
He rested his fingers quietly on her shoulders, and felt peaceful when he heard her breathing quietly.
Some things are really not that important, with her, a moment is fine.
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