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The mountains of Wanyan are covered with snow, the design of the slopes is very standardized, the slopes for beginners are not steep, they are built under the slopes, this mountain is connected to that mountain, there is an empty snow field that cannot be seen, the sky is drifting with light snow, and there are not many skiers.

Zhang Jianqiang's skiing speed is not fast, it can be said that it is a beginner level, he fell behind Du Don, he couldn't see her figure at all, it took a long time to see Du Juan turn back, stopped next to Zhang Jianqiang, a pair of calm eyes flashed on his calm face, and his eyes were talking: "You skate too slowly, you can only play in the children's skating rink at this level." Zhang Jianqiang also stopped his sliding speed and beckoned Du Juan to come over, Du Juan slid in front of him, he hugged Du Juan, in the wind and snow, in the skating rink, and began to kiss Du Juan boldly, surrounded by snow-white mountains, on the already empty snow track, only the tall one hugged her who was slightly thin, without musical accompaniment, and the two lips desperately kissed the true meaning of love. The heavens watched boldly, and the mountains were covered with snow in shame.

The snow fell endlessly, starting from small to growing, as if to stop the two young people from doing what they loved, but Zhang Jianqiang hugged Du Juan tightly, afraid that she would slip away from his empty embrace.

Everything is done by people, but it is not blocked by people.

Until one day, Zhang Jianqiang once again left this angry surrounding, crossed again, and was reborn without too many tears, too many deaths, and another life situation. That's an afterword.

"Let's go back, I'm hungry," Du Juan said kissingly.

"Why are you hungry again," Zhang Jianqiang asked.

"The juice in my body has been drained by you, can I not be hungry", Du Juan's voice was a little coquettish, and Zhang Jianqiang was very distressed when he heard it.

He took her hand and slowly slid towards the starting point.

In the snow, he and she had a cordial conversation as they glided.

There was no one skiing on the slopes, only he and she were wandering among the mountains with the help of skateboards, and the heavens and the earth could understand their words, they did not carry the heavens and the earth, only the mountains around them did not understand their words. Because it was covered in snow.

The dead Liehong, if she can hear the songs and laughter of her former lovers today, and can see the two people who are dependent on each other in the vast snow-capped mountains, how would she feel, she said the wrong thing, the dead can't hear or see the things of the world, no, the dead people can perceive and all things in the world, don't believe it, you look at the sky, there is rain, snow, wind and frost, there is day and night, why do people have dreams, why don't people talk about the dead people in their dreams, why are good things rewarded, evil is rewarded, things are so incomprehensible and very easy to understand.

Zhang Jianqiang thought of Lie Hong, a woman who dedicated herself to love, "What do you think?" Do you think of the red? Du Juan's words touched the pain in his heart, I don't know how she could know what he was thinking, Zhang Jianqiang looked at Du Juan, and her calm eyes fluctuated a little. Are you acquainted with Blazing Red? Zhang Jianqiang asked, "When I arrived in the group, she left, and only saw a few faces." Du Juan said calmly, "You know my relationship with her. Zhang Jianqiang asked, "You know, it's very common, the relationship between a man and a woman." Du Juan said softly, "You don't mind my relationship with her?" "What do I mind, the relationship between a living person and a dead person, who has no past, who cares about the love of the past, how much love, cannot be repeated." Zhang Jianqiang was very surprised, a woman who looked calm, said something so turbulent, he and her were silent, silent for a long time.

Then, he and she regained their composure, and slowly slid hand in arm together toward the starting point.

"How I want to fly." Walking out of the ski resort, Du Juan stretched out her arms and made a flying movement with a shout.

Then she snuggled into Zhang Jianqiang's arms again.

Zhang Jianqiang hugged her tightly, hugged her tightly, he said: "I don't let you fly, there was a woman who once said such a sentence, and then she died." ”

After listening to Zhang Jianqiang's words, Du Juan looked at him, flashed her charming eyes, and said solemnly: "I don't want to fly, I will always be by your side, I will be by your side for a long time, and I will ...... for a long time."

Zhang Jianqiang hugged her tightly again, afraid that she would slip out of his arms. When you walk alone, you are lonely, and when you walk with your beloved and hug her, your mood is different.

Zhang Jianqiang clearly remembered that one afternoon after he kissed Du Juan for the tenth time, he met Du Juan's sister, at that time, he was at Du Juan's house, and he saw one who looked the same but was not the same age, one was Du Juan's mother, one was Du Juan's sister, and the other was Du Juan herself.

She is a passionate woman, this enthusiasm is not very pure women's love, it is a kind of love that has been cultivated by beautiful ideas to have a kind of MLM personnel, this kind of love makes people feel very fake, beautiful ideas have captured thousands of people like her, she is very charming, the family has a certain amount of savings, full of infinite expectations for life, beautiful thoughts instilled a beautiful spirit in her mind, one year of training, two years of practice, three years to make a lot of money, how many have been exploited by beauty for less than two years, and they have to leave beauty, because they are already in debt, can't stand the ravages of beauty, like Sister Du Juan, she also endures it, because she has beautiful thoughts in her head, and her family still has some spare money.

Sister Du Juan saw Zhang Jianqiang, she had an idea in her mind, communicate with this person, she didn't know that Zhang Jianqiang had done beautiful before, there were thousands of beautiful people, it was not a team, people inevitably didn't know each other, and Du Juan never mentioned what Zhang Jianqiang did before.

Zhang Jianqiang has an idea to communicate with this person and pull her to the territory of Daxian, she can lead a group of people, she has this ability.

With their own ideas, the two began to prepare for a chance to travel.

Communication is a skill and an art that professionals master.

Zhang Jianqiang and Sister Du Juan said a few words politely, and then, like a student, he listened to Sister Du Juan's communication to him.

One listened patiently, one spoke patiently, two, one mouth moving, one eye flickering, he saw the red again, he saw the roadside, he saw her naked, he saw her charming mouth, and the charming eyes, all flashing.

He went back to be with her, sitting in the car she was driving, seeing the breeze blowing her hair, he felt it again, it was dark, a road leading home, there were no pedestrians, no outside cars, only she drove the car along the long road to run forward, outside the silent window, the red sun was gone, in the black world, only the light of the headlights remained, attracting the attention of two pairs of eyes in the car.

Du Juan's sister didn't say anything, she saw that Zhang Jianqiang was still in a dream, she shook her hand in front of his eyes, and he suddenly woke up at this time.

"You didn't listen to me." Sister Du Juan asked.

"I've heard all of this, I used to be beautiful, and I have a team of my own." Zhang Jianqiang said, "You are also beautiful, why didn't I see you before," "Nine of our ten families are beautiful, it's very simple not to see me," Zhang Jianqiang said, "Then you are so big, why don't you do it?" She asked again, "Beauty is a pyramid scheme, and its operation is to drain every penny out of you." Zhang Jianqiang said very simply, "That's right." Sister Du Juan muttered, unable to believe it.

Zhang Jianqiang can't forget many things, and many of them have died, leaving behind a beautiful painful memory, mercilessly torturing his painful nerves.

Let him cry, let him be intoxicated, let him dream of the past with these people.

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