So, I began to all kinds of comfort and encouragement, what is the beauty of the appearance is important, but the beauty of the soul is more beautiful, you think about it yourself, in fact, think back to your previous temper and personality, and then compared with today, do you want to open a little, but there is a reward for the blessing of misfortune, and so on, in short, what can say to her heart, the most convincing, just pick up these, and finally a girl whose heart is about to die is pulled back. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After a period of thinking and training, Li Xuan'e was finally no longer afraid to look in the mirror, and then she started to practice singing and dancing in front of the mirror. On the day she officially took the stage, looking at the lively and beautiful veiled woman on the stage, wearing a set of goose yellow Western Regions costumes, she was performing confidently and hard, and from time to time she won bursts of warm applause and cheers of approval from the audience.

Then it was a relatively comfortable time, still busy, but also busy and happy, because the effort is always proportional to the gain.

But as soon as these days pass, the next period of time can be said to be a little painful, why do you think? It turned out that she accidentally found that she was thinking deeply about someone. At first, I just thought about where this person had gone, what would happen to him, and so on, and then I thought about how long he hadn't appeared, and then I was more and more worried, and almost every night before going to bed, I had to guess everything about him, and every morning, I would first think about how many days I hadn't seen this person today.

So, after such a situation appeared for a while, until she began to be tormented by all kinds of thoughts about how this person was, she couldn't sleep all night, and all kinds of worries and anxiety came one after another, and even Xiao Rou and Chunyan had already seen her heart, and she finally had to admit that she was really missing this person, and this kind of missing was not just talking about it, it was about to become a disease.

So, I have to say that this person, of course, is not Yan Qing. She originally thought it would only be him, but unfortunately it really wasn't, and I don't know when it wasn't, she didn't think she was a flowery, fickle girl, but really, she found that what she really missed was not him.

Of course, as for why she hates this person so much, and suddenly misses him like this, she can't make sense, and she doesn't know where to start, probably after this meeting, she fell in love with him? Or, in fact, a long, long time ago, perhaps as early as the time when he was a beggar with her, she had fallen in love with him, but she was just unwilling to admit and face it.

Yes, this person is Song Yi, the ruffian Song Yi she used to hate the most.

Now she misses him like crazy, straight to the point of hopelessness.

I think about it when I eat, I think when I sleep, I think about it when I'm free, I think about it when I'm busy, and I think about it all the time, and I can't control it at all.

She didn't know where he was now, was he okay? What happened that day? Are the people who took him his family members or not? Will it be for him? And if he's okay, why doesn't he come to her again? Did you forget about her so quickly? Or plan to never come to her again?

As a result, all sorts of worries came into contact. She was worried that something would happen to him, that he would have a bad life, that he was being controlled somewhere, that there was no one to save him, and how helpless he was. But the most worrying thing is that he has forgotten her, and they will never see each other again.

So, she went to the chess academy and inn more than once to ask about his whereabouts, but every time she got the answer that he hadn't come for a long time.

She wanted to go to the other courtyard to find him, but unfortunately, she didn't remember those twists and turns at all, so she regretted it, why she never took it seriously when he was around, and didn't cherish it、、、

Now, all the things that he had to do with her came to mind, and she could no longer remember the slightest thing about hating him and hating him, and she suddenly realized that he had always been so generous, so lovely, not at all like a ruffian, not at all what she had felt at all.

In short, no matter what he looks like, she will accept it anyway, and she can accept all of him, even if he is rude to her, or even force her, she will not care, as long as he can appear in front of her again.

But to her disappointment and worry, he never appeared again at all, and there was no news until the Spring Festival.

During the whole Chinese New Year, her mood was very low, the sisters got together to happily play cards, play mahjong, drink flower wine, she had no interest, just kept her tranquility, began to pick up the pen and paper that she was reluctant to look at on the desk in her hall, and wrote a lot of poems over and over again, those poems were originally famous sentences of some literati, she just used them to express her feelings, but slowly, she began to integrate her true thoughts into it, He also began to write many of his own poems. Now she has a little bit of consistency with the real Master Li, because according to legend, Master Li is a talented woman who is proficient in poetry and songs, and she, Master Li, is in this strange place, fell in love with a man who didn't know anything about him, and only then began to enter the state, and suddenly exerted her talent in poetry, of course, she was so surprised that she still had this characteristic?

"Senior sister, you have suddenly changed a lot! I like to be quiet and alone, but it's the same as before, before you had that illness. ”

Xiao Rou looked at her with a sigh more than once while gently grinding ink for her.

She just smiled and didn't care: "Really? Maybe it was the illness that burned my brain, but now my IQ is gradually coming back. ”

"Yes, Senior Sister originally liked to fiddle with these pen and paper poems or something, otherwise she wouldn't have the title of a talented woman." (To be continued.) )