Catastrophe of Meaning 16

Ji silently faced the topic of love, but he had a different understanding. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info put his hands on Wen Xin's shoulders, looked at each other, and said softly and pleasantly.

"Indeed, there is only one love. Love can start in a colorful way, and it can also have an indifferent and jealous ending. I think that my love will only be natural, I don't like vigorous passion, I think, that kind of love, once it is too hot, it will only hurt. Only love like a warm spring breeze can flow for a long time. Perhaps, many people will like the former, but I will only pursue the latter. ā€

Wen Xin was tired, the long snort was like a long sigh, and the falling tears were like a silent accusation, which made people want to care. Looking at Ji Momo, Wen Xin smiled lightly, laughing desolately, and his words were also quite sentimental.

"Maybe you're right, love does have to flow for a long time, and lingering passion will only be short-lived. But as I said, my identity hurts those who love me and those I love, and perhaps only the burning of passion will suit me. ā€

Ji was silently powerless, but the persuasion in his mouth was not to retreat but to advance.

"Remember, I will not say a word about that secret, and for your safety, I will definitely go to the soup. ā€

Wen Xin didn't expect that Ji Momo was really willing to protect that secret, and even protected himself in order to hide the secret, regardless of the danger of his life. In an instant, sadness and emotion surged together, Wen Xin suddenly hugged Ji Momo, choked and burst into tears, making Ji Momo stunned in place, not daring to move. Wen Xin cried and asked, that kind of question made Peng Tan, who was hiding behind the window outside Suiyuan Pavilion, feel a throbbing in his heart.

"Why, why do you want to help me? Do you know that if you do this, you will make others misunderstand, you know?"

Ji Mo didn't move, just facing Wen Xin, but replied in a sincere tone.

"Misunderstanding, I only care about the people I care about, and I don't need to pay attention to what others think. I remember that my mother said to me that to be a human being, you can only be yourself, and you must not be a human being for the sake of others, that will be very hard. ā€

Wen Xin hugged Ji Momo, but she could feel that that kind of solid chest made her seem to find a support, but she felt that Ji Momo cared about herself so much, maybe it was just out of her friends

Care. So, she asked again: "Do you care about me, then, do you mean, do you like me?"

Ji Momo was not surprised, and said silently: "Yes, I like you." I like your frankness. But I think that liking is different from love, liking is just the premise of being friends, but love is different, she is the key to the beginning of all love, without love, there can be no love. ā€

Before Ji finished speaking silently, the door of Suiyuan Pavilion opened violently.

Camp 3, in the primeval forest.

The white world, a little farther away, is approaching. As the weather approached in the afternoon, the temperature dropped and the snow became denser and denser. In front of the temple, in the middle of the temple gate, the hanging plaque, with big golden characters, was solemn, making Xin Lu stare and pray. After praying, slowly approach the temple and approach the incense burning square. A few plain-clothed monks in the square swept the fallen leaves, and on the bluestone slabs, the fallen leaves were frozen on the snow, which was very firm. Xin Lu walked across the square and folded her hands in respect. On the eaves platform, approaching the Jingtian Palace, the monks in the hall, knocking on the wooden fish, the Buddha's sound around the beam, the Buddhas are majestic, Xin Lu raised his eyes and looked around, full of piety. After staring for a long time, he walked back to the front of the temple, bought incense candles, lit incense wax, inserted them into the incense burner in the incense square, and closed his eyes in thanks. (To be continued.) )