The beginning of autumn, Cassiopeia, is bright and dazzling, and when you see the starry sky, you will be bright.

She never liked princesses when she was young, so she has always despised the story of the Weaver Girl, and she only loves Cassiopeia the most.

Charming violet color, hibiscus blossom color, mysterious galaxy.

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Meng Fanhua has never been absent from Meng Chen's concerts, and the flowers are similar every year, and the people are the same every year.

In concerts year after year, she is always smiling.

Listening to the original purity of his voice, Mo Shangren is like jade.

This year, she wants to listen to it even more, because she knows that Meng Chen chose the name of this concert as a wonderful pen, which is an affirmation of her and a compliment.

Wonderful writing, her story was written by him as a good story, and it was interpreted as a flower marriage in the lyrics.

The clean voice, the melodious composition, and his own lyrics are incisive and beautiful.

Blossoming

Prosperous

The vast stars in the loneliness

I make a wish, you will solve the riddle

Blossoming

Prosperous

The sun is shining in the wind and rain

The seeds you planted, I will take root and sprout

The wonderful pen is full of flowers in the breeze

There is no substitute.

She listened to the true feelings of every sentence, for so many years, there was only one Meng Chen who understood her.

Vast stars.

In the past, Ming Yifan, who died in her heart, once wrote a popular song for him, he sang it so euphemistically, the hypocrisy on his face in retrospect made her feel tired, and Meng Chen, his eyes were full of sadness, and he couldn't dissolve the sweet pet.

After all, he was a low-key singer, screaming from the moment he appeared in the audience, and in the end, for a whole minute, he didn't say anything, just stood and made the audience cry.

He walked out slowly and star-studded, untied the pocket towel from his suit, and gave it to the girl who cried the most, and it was already deafening.

The ear echo also fell because of the gentleness of bowing his head, and the fans suddenly became quiet, for fear that he would not be able to hear the music clearly.

Meng Fanhua listened quietly from beginning to end, in a quiet corner, trying not to affect him.

Meng Chen is the most reliable direction in her heart, like a beacon, escorting.

His voice is clean, there are almost no scandals, Meng Fanhua sees him as a clear stream in the entertainment industry, the reason why she stepped into this circle again is also because she believes in the existence of people like Meng Chen, not all people in the entertainment industry are Ming Yifan's disciples, thinking of Ming Yifan and Ming Yifan's songs, it is simply different from Meng Chen, was she blind back then?

How did you fall in love with Ming Yifan?

And now you still use him as an excuse to take revenge on him?

Is she going to continue?

Meng Fanhua thought about it, yes, I have to continue.

She wanted revenge on him, and her father.

Let her father lose her job, she also wants him to taste how angry it is to make trouble in the heavenly palace and betrayal.

The song continued, but she didn't hear the end.

She sometimes can't stand Meng Chen's departure, it seems that his turn will make her world bleak, so every time Meng Chen performs, in addition to her definitely appearing, she will definitely leave before Meng Chen.

Walking out of the concert hall in his singing, Meng Fanhua felt that Meng Chen was still by his side, that simple, remembered brother Meng Chen, the appearance of youth, and the glory of this life.

Dripping with a drizzle, outside the car window, a sentimental atmosphere spreads.

The tent of the capital is empty. Amorous parting since ancient times, it can be even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival!

Her mobile phone finally rang, and Meng Fanhua thought it was Meng Chen.

But it was Lin Ruhua's call.

"Finished filming?"

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you for a day today. ”

"I'm on leave, I have something to do today. ”

"What's wrong? You don't have a good voice. ”

"It's okay, I'll go back tomorrow. What, miss me?"

The other party was silent for a while, Meng Fanhua suddenly felt that she had said the wrong thing, it was originally a joke between good friends, but in this situation, the light rain was slight, but it was a little ambiguous.

hurriedly hung up the phone, on the other end of the phone, Lin Ruhua's heart, a song of rain Linglin, couldn't be explained.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

"Brother Birch. ”

"Qiuqiu, if you have something to say, you can say it. ”

"Today, today...... It's Meng Chen's concert, and it's wonderful. ”

"Time, place. ”

Qiuqiu searched for a poster in his mobile phone, and Meng Chen on the poster smiled lightly.

It's his inherent personality.

Lin Yihua was a little gloomy, the time and place were right, and sure enough, Meng Chen was the only thing she missed in her heart.

"Wonderful pen, is it written for her?"

"Meng Chen is a creative genius, it can also be said that he is himself. ”

"The flower is the flower of Meng Fanhua. ”

"That's too far-fetched. ”

"Is it far-fetched? Didn't Miao Bi Shenghua say that she wrote a novel? What about the male protagonist in the novel? Is it Meng Chen who wrote Fanhua?"

Qiuqiu is like waking up from a dream, indeed, the hero's concern for the heroine is indeed like a spring breeze like Meng Chen.

Lin Yihua didn't speak again, but her heart ached.

A light smile is safe?

Is this actor also tailor-made for Meng Chen?

Fairy wind bones, clean and sweet.

The more Lin Ruhua thought about it, the more similar it became, and the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became.

He was caught in an indescribable mood, unable to get out, unable to break out.

Stuck in the desert of emotion, slowly drying up.

Qiuqiu was most afraid of seeing Lin Bihua sad, so she picked up her mobile phone and prepared to go back to her room to teach Aunt Meng and Grandma Meng, but when she walked to the door, she heard Lin Bihua defending her and taking care of her.

"You don't have to say anything until I ask her personally, don't bother her yet. ”

Qiuqiu answered, and then the sound of the hotel door being slammed shut.

What is it?

Mourn its misfortune and anger its indisputable?

Lin Bihua's infinite cycle in her heart is her non-saying goodbye, her moth to make up the fire, and the role she tailor-made for him, for Lin Bihua, these humble and insignificant little things have made him angry.

He clenched his fists, still not knowing what to do.

What should I do with Meng Fanhua?

Qiuqiu stood at the door of Lin Yihua for a long time, he was indeed angry, but thinking about it on the other hand, although Brother Hua has been filming for so many years, he has never been in love with anyone because of the drama, this time he is indeed a little overwhelmed, maybe his reaction just now was too great, he wanted to apologize to Brother Hua, but think about it again, let him reflect on it, Meng Fanhua's aunt and grandmother are not something that ordinary people can like.

Brother Hua knows that there are tigers in the mountains, and he prefers to go to the tiger mountains.

Then let him do a lot of good things, no matter what!

The rain was particularly heavy this night, and Lin Ruhua lost sleep.

finally Ling Chen fell asleep at three or four o'clock, and was awakened by her in the dream.

Lin is like a birch, Lin is like a birch, do you still have a little backbone?

He smiled bitterly, when he met her, he recognized it.