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Some of the sweaty flat-bearers sat up and saw a river on the other side, and the water was crystal clear, like a small mirror.

She walked to the river, and the river reflected her.

She couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly wanted to confirm that the naïve girl in the water was her?

The thin face and a pair of sunken panda eyes are the same as the round face and black eyes of the past.

She hurriedly reached out and used a pinch of water to disturb the horizontally glowing mirror.

Yes, it's her, it's really her!

She remembered that early that morning in the ward, Fang Sheng smiled at his makeup.

The song "The mountain spring is scattered around the steps, and the peach blossoms of thousands of trees reflect the small building." Reading the Taoist book is lazy, and looking at the comb under the crystal curtain. The poems can be recited and lyricized from the mouth of this "doctor" man in the United States, and he really can't believe his ears and eyes.

Perhaps, it was at that moment that the passion of the heart was born.

With such a kind of masculine charm, how can you not let the ghost of the plain make the god worse.

After dreaming like a flat sleepwalking, I can finally comfort myself.

This is also a kind of progress, otherwise he is always like an obsessed fool, never forgetting a domineering president, and if he says it, wouldn't it make people laugh off his big teeth?

At least Pingshu isn't a young girl, right?

But now, in the face of the strange loss of her love object, the police flower finally understands that she was just a strong person before.

After tasting the sweetness of the so-called love for the first time, I realized that I was just a little woman.

It's just a police flower who needs a man's love.

From this point of view, Ping Yu really understood Zhi Xuan's psychological feelings.

So, let's indulge yourself completely, at least you need to make your feelings clear and clear, right?

Therefore, it is necessary to find Fang Sheng's deity in order to reveal all the truth.

However, it was such a man, just like that, suddenly appeared beside Ping Yu, and disappeared fleetingly, as if he had evaporated in the world, leaving no trace at all.

There was no trace of it.

I want to know you and live a long life. The mountains are edgeless, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are together, and they dare to be with the king. Isn't this kind of spirit the persistence of the criminal police?

Ping Yu swore to the water mirror: I don't believe that there is no trace of it.

Ping Wei has always known that everything that makes her secretly determined can not be solved in the end.

It's up to you to see if you dare to be more serious. Seriously. Seriously.

However, where did the truth begin? Where is the source? Where did Fang Sheng go mysteriously? Where did he start to explore?

You must, laugh at the maze, look down, I'm afraid you can see the entrance.

Then set off, track, day and night, rain or shine.

Determined to be sure, Ping Yu acted immediately.

After arranging everything in the house and the unit, she began to walk in the dark.

But there is one thing she is very sure of, that is, she must follow what Fang Sheng has said, and everything she can perceive, to show the love-hate entanglement between her and Fang Sheng.

The so-called once the sea was difficult to water, but Wushan is not a cloud. The great Argentine writer João Borges said: "The so-called accident is nothing more than our ignorance of the complex machine of fate." ”

Ping Yu thought: Really. Otherwise, why would there be so many seemingly accidents between me and Fang Sheng.

In the long river of life, what kind of entanglements have there been?

This is something that must be clarified.

Perhaps, Fang Sheng is hiding in his hometown.

Pingfu first came to the hometown that Fang Sheng said - Daluzhuang.

On a familiar alluvial plain, there is a small village. When the distant mountains are clear in the sky, they can faintly appear in the distance, just like a landscape painting of the ancients, with shades reflecting each other.

In the blank space, a clear river, the Hutuo River, meanders from the north, watering this big deer village extraordinarily moist. In the distance, the leaves of the young green saplings can be clearly seen, swaying in the low sky.

Nearby, the fishy smell of the grass drifted in with the breeze, moistening her throat and nose, and she lay comfortably and melancholy in the weeds, stretching her legs and feet, her body without the shade of trees was dull and itchy from the gradually scorching sun.

The small white flowers that bloomed first in the distance exuded a faint fragrance, rippling in the warm early summer atmosphere all around, making a trace of comfort and warmth ripple in the depths of Pingfu's soul.

The heart, which had been sunk in the glacier, began to have a trace of cracks, slowly soaking out the cold breath hidden in the bone marrow.

Pingfu has been in this hazy and familiar place for three days, and it turns out that her plan is to stay for every place she walks, at most for three days.

But now, she really didn't want to leave here.

There was a feeling that had been confusing her from the beginning.

For example, it seems to be a primary school that I once attended.

As soon as she walked into the school gate, she was stopped by the master guarding the gate at the gate: "Rose-rose, is it a rose?"

But she never called it by that name.

So she shook her head.

But Fang Sheng used to call her that.

Later, the master told her that it was not a rose. It's Mei Gui.

It turned out that Fang Sheng misunderstood that it was her woman, called Mei Zhuo. For example, the stream, when I saw it, I felt very special and kind.

So, depressed, she couldn't help but take off her shoes, put her feet into the cool water to soak, pluck, wash, those green light and purple back wanderers who had not been seen in the city for many years, blooming with white flowers, floating on the clear stream, gradually flowing downstream, could make her move to tears.

No one knew that there was once a man named Fang Sheng in this village.

Ping Shu showed the appearance of Fang Sheng stored in his mobile phone to the people in the village, and someone hesitated and said: "Well-this, it seems to be Tu Die, the eldest son of the Tu family." ”

This is a photo, and they were all secretly taken by Ping Yu when he was in the ward. Isn't Tu Die the guest host of Room 1603 that night ten years ago? Tu Die, a well-known businessman who disappeared after being imprisoned in a labor camp on the Tuoxi Peninsula.

Ping Fu resisted the excitement of the heart, touched the melon according to the vine, and came to Tu Die's house according to his point.

Tu Die's parents' house.

As soon as she entered the door, the grape trellis corridor built by the white stone made Ping Yu always have a familiar feeling, especially Tu Die's parents, and the tremors, surprises and fears when they saw her made her even more suspicious.