Zhao Xinghua looked around and nodded affirmatively, "Indeed, it seems that Sister Yang has studied this place very well. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Yang Hong continued: "I am preparing for the appropriate decoration, and now the design drawings have come out, take it, help me refer to it." She took a document from her briefcase and handed it to him.

After taking the document, Zhao Xinghua looked at it carefully, and from time to time looked up at the storefront that was still rough for the time being, and after careful observation and comparison, he gave an affirmation, "I think this design is very good, there is no big problem." The conversation shifted, "It's just... I feel as if something is missing again, and I can't put it into words. ”

"You think so, too?"

Zhao Xinghua frowned slightly, and said seriously: "Well, Sister Yang, you still have to decide carefully." ”

"I'll ask Zeyang to give me a reference when I go back." Speaking of this, Yang Hong raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Hehe, this is what I prepared for Zeyang, this is his... Trousseau. ”

Zhao Xinghua was stunned for a moment, always feeling that he had heard it wrong, "Dowry? ”

Yang Hong sighed with her hands, looked at the slowly moving traffic outside the window, and said, "Alas, old, I have to prepare for him now." ”

She turned back to him and smiled mysteriously, "The little girl who ate with us just now, do you still have an impression?" Zeyang likes her, and I can see that she also has a crush on him. ”

"Didn't you say that Zeyang is under the age of 18 and he is not allowed to fall in love?"

Yang Hong coughed, "I like her too, so it's better to let the two of them develop, what is the most important thing in the business field, win-win~!" ”

"But I don't want to be a grandmother so soon, it's a headache to think about."

Zhao Xinghua's heart was frightened by her words, he swallowed his saliva, swallowed his saliva again, and only spoke after a while, "Indeed..." Then, he regained his composure, "It's just that they are still too young now, and when the two of them get married in the future, I will definitely give a big red envelope." ”

He said so, but in his heart he was thinking about how to tell his boss about it.

Boss, your son ,,, early love,,, and besides, my sister-in-law is very supportive, what should I do!

You wouldn't have guessed that Da Zhuang's daughter is really beautiful!! Uh, that's not the point, his daughter doesn't look like him at all!! This, is not the point,,, the point is that Zeyang and her are in the same school and the same class! Moreover, Zeyang likes her.

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The moon's good nightlight shrouded the whole city, and the moon was on duty in the dark and starry sky.

Grandma Chen is very good luck today, played a few more cards, after coming out of the chess and card room, she happily went home to make dinner for her baby granddaughter, but who knows, when Grandma Chen pushed the door and walked in, there was a sparse sound in the house, and there were two people in a whispered conversation, if she wanted to describe it, could it be that it was being patronized by thieves?! Grandma Chen was a little anxious, worried about Chen Yi's safety, even her hand after pushing the mouth was still hanging in the air and trembling, and then, her eyes focused, only to see her baby granddaughter was clinging to her door, smiling nervously at her.

The sea of clouds is left with a slick of shade in the sky, and the August point in the world is printed out of the imprint in the thought and put into the brain. Portraits of people about this city appear in the mind, imprinted on the post. Let the thoughts render green leaves, and grow slowly while the petals have not yet opened. Slowly waiting for you to walk into the flowers, smelling the fragrance of flowers, the smell wafting into your heart is not the fragrance of flowers, but the yearning when I miss it.

In the rain, I try to paint you out. Paint your eyes and your saddest gaze. Flickering, looking into the distance. Far away, there is your hometown. Where there is your childhood, your growth, your joys, and your sorrows. I drew your watch on an ordinary white piece of paper, but the white paper is unusual because of your image. When you come back to your hometown, I become a tourist in my hometown. Wandering on the stone slabs in the mossy path---

The sunset, hanging a ray of red light on the mountain, with pen and paper to draw your appearance, why can't you embellish the dimples when you smile. You in the distance and can't stay in the youth, with the sunset blurred in the darkness. We are accustomed to using memories to commemorate youth; Sacrifice madness with debauchery; Sacrifice dreams with embarrassment. When the memories flashed, the time in front of me, what remained was not memories, but the sadness after the memories, the stranded sea without a beach. With the wind, with the rain, with you and me, drifting away in a direction without coordinates.

It is said that the sea has a broad chest, which can accommodate hundreds of rivers and absorb rivers. But the water of Baichuan is sweet and light. The water of the sea is dry and bitter. But who knows, the bitter and salty taste is the tears of the swimming fish leaving the hundred rivers, telling their bitterness. Stay on that stretch of the river, and keep a lover and friend.

Breathing the same air, two people are far away. Distance doesn't change you and me, but you and I change lives, following different people, listening to different things, in the corners of the city. Quiet thoughts, quiet life, the same is that you and I both keep a peaceful life, losing the same beauty.

The neon lights of the crossroads are still three colors. No excessive stops, no premature waves. The best life requires this perseverance. Just like the best of us, we can't always wait in our memories. You must know that we can't get back our lost youth, let alone put our youth in memories.

Time never stops, how can the fragile beauty build a solid castle. Let the past disappear in the wind and stay in the heart. Then stretch out your hands to show yourself that belongs to this era. Don't hide, don't hide, don't panic. With tears of sorrow and sweat, harvest your own fruits. As long as the heart is open, there will be no sadness in the memory, as long as the heart is open, the dry desert flowers will bloom. For the embarrassment that you don't remember, just let it stay in the memory.

Lover's Poe, who used to watch the stars, has become a landmark in the city. Our playground has also been transformed into a plaza for relaxation. Where the fountain is where we often lie down. Now, the lover on the lover's slope is generous. Where to stand and look at the stars people are not in youth. They held hands and did not shy away from holding their lovers' hands to spend the sunset together.

Standing on the bluestone bridge without guardrails, the faint loss of memories about us is in the night, accompanied by the wind, and goes into the distance. (To be continued.) )