What is fate? When this question has been entangled in the world for thousands of years, it is like the sentence "ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die" lingering in the hearts of lovers.

The fate is determined by heaven, and the division is artificial. That's fate.

Yang Ningbing didn't sleep for long before she woke up, and the first thing she did was not to see if her clothes had been taken off, but to reach out and touch whether the snow soul was still by her side. Not because she wasn't worried about her chastity, but because she believed in Lin Wufeng's character. It was so ten years ago, and it's the same ten years from now—

Chinese New Year's Eve.

As the sun sets, the afterglow reflects the entire city of Hangzhou more and more charmingly

On the balcony of an elegant villa on the shore of the West Lake, Yang Ningbing stands in the wind, with jade as the muscle and the moon as the soul, with an indescribable allure of the country and the city. The breeze is blowing, the green silk is slightly raised, I don't know if the West Lake reflects her peerless elegance, or she sets off the charm of the West Lake.

Holding a cup of fragrant tea, her eyebrows were filled with a faint melancholy, she sighed softly, tasted the slightly cool tea, and her thoughts gradually drifted away......

In the public circle of a bustling big city, an eleven or twelve-year-old little girl sat on a bench near the water and cried sadly, tears rolling down her cheeks, pitiful.

At this time, a delicate and elegant little boy of the same age with a unique smile tiptoed up to her, and he said in an old-fashioned manner with a peach blossom in his mouth: "Did you find yourself too ugly to think about?" Whoever let you have nothing to do with the pond water, it is really a veritable 'sinking fish' of falling geese, and the fish are all scared away. ”

The girl who was interrupted from crying looked up at the little boy and did not speak, and continued to cry, her eyes were hazy and she did not see the boy's appearance clearly.

Suddenly, a clean light blue handkerchief was handed to her, and when she looked up again, she opened her teary eyes, hesitated for a moment before taking the little boy's handkerchief, and said stubbornly: "My eyes are just water." ”

"Who bullied you? I'll help you. The little boy sat beside her, a lazy smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his quirky eyes were cute.

"Leave it alone! I didn't cry either! The girl glared and returned the handkerchief to the boy who was younger than herself.

"Don't tell me the sand fell into your eyes."

The boy smiled brightly and threw the peach blossom in his hand into the water. That hateful smile made the girl want to pinch the little boy's cheek. She stood up and left, because she noticed that the guy across from her had a strange smile and a very mellow taste, which made her cheeks, which already knew a little bit of emotion, redden.

"You haven't told me your name yet." The little boy reached out in front of her, and soon revealed the essence of a pervert.

"Why tell you!" The girl pushed his hand away and walked forward, perhaps under the influence of the boy and picked a peach blossom, and the original sadness was much lighter.

"Red apricots are inserted in black hair, and peach blossoms are put in plain hands. The beautiful lips reflect the flowers, and the people are more delicate than the flowers. The little boy said casually, as if he had something at his fingertips. At a very young age, he was asked by his elders to recite Tang poems, Song Ci and Yuan songs, and he has already gained a little.

"Cao Zijian became a poem in seven steps, so wouldn't you be a high nine buckets." The girl was only eleven or twelve years old. He has also received a good influence of Chinese classical culture, and many historical allusions have been involved.

"I'll take you somewhere." The little boy suddenly pulled the girl and ran, and the girl with a red face did not break free of her hand, and let the strange little boy hold it.

The little boy led her to a peach grove in full bloom, "You wait here." ”

He let go of the girl's soft little hand and began to shake the peach tree beside them vigorously, and suddenly the sky seemed to rain brilliant flowers. The pink petals drift in the wind and fall slowly with a rich fragrance. The boy shook the trees one by one, and from the girl to the other end of the peach forest, the sweaty little boy beckoned to the surprised girl.

Gentleness really requires talent, there's no denying that. This little boy has enough romantic factors to know now that it is a fatal temptation for a woman to make such a beautiful picture when he grows up.

At this time, a beautiful flower path made of pink petals was formed in front of the girl, and it was thrilling and dazzling. Enchantingly, the girl gently took off her shoes and socks and walked barefoot on the flower path that the little boy had taken a lot of effort to shake. It's like the fairy who grows flowers step by step, and Ling Bo walks slightly.

"Still sad?" The sweaty boy asked, panting.

"No, thank you." The girl smiled and shook her head, staring at him, as if trying to remember the face that had brought her the greatest surprise of her life. "It's time for me to go back, I sneaked out without telling my grandfather." With a red face, she put on her socks and shoes, turned around and ran away, and after running a distance, she smiled at the little boy.

She is like a sip of water among the countless vulgar fat powders in the world.

The boy who shook the peach blossoms for her quietly walked into the deepest part of her soul like this, slowly moisturizing and slowly penetrating.

"Hey," the little boy cried out, causing the little girl to turn back, and the boy laughed and shouted, "You wait for me for ten years, and in ten years, I will marry you!" ”

The little girl tilted her head sideways for a moment, then nodded heavily.

In fact, the rivers and lakes are not far away from us, on the contrary, we can clearly smell the rivers and lakes with a deep breath.

Where there are people, there are grievances, and where there are grievances, there are rivers and lakes. There is a sentence in "Infernal Affairs" that can be called the opening sentence of the Bible: "If you come out to mix, you will have to pay it back one day!" ”

There are talents from all generations, and they have led the way for hundreds of years.

At that time, he didn't know that she was already the number one in Chinese kendo. She didn't know that he had another title—the King of the Nine Yamas.

"Isn't it a pity to give up your status as the king of Jizo like this?" Zhang Qingwu held a cup of tea in both hands and came to Yang Ningbing's side and asked.

"Ten years ago, I wanted to get rid of this hat, but my grandfather forced him to die. Now it's finally taken off, and it's easy. Yang Ningbing and Zhang Qingwu touched the teacup lightly and smiled.

"So you have been sealing the sword for ten years, and you just don't want to help your grandfather kill people?" Zhang Qingwu asked.

Yang Ningbing nodded.

"Then, what should Grandpa do if you force you again?" On the other side, Shen Yuzhu asked.

"When I left the mountain, my grandfather had already died."

"Does my husband know about you?" Zhang Qingwu asked.

"I know, that's why I'm still hiding in the house and sulking, refusing to see me." Yang Ningbing glanced back at the room, her eyes full of resentment.

"Poof~" Shen Yuzhu on the other side couldn't help laughing, "That's because you don't know your husband, I can guarantee that there must be more than one husband in that room now." Otherwise, do you think that the house is so big, just me and Sister Qingwu? ”

"How do you know?" Yang Ningbing asked suspiciously.

"Because I just got ...... from inside Dislike! Shen Yuzhu realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly shut up.

"Let's go, the ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws, not to mention that you are still a beautiful beauty!" Zhang Qingwu took Yang Ningbing's hand and walked towards Lin Wufeng's room.

The door opened, and on the huge bed, Zhao Zihan, Zixuan, Su Ting, Long Chuxue, Ning Jie, and Gong Hanyan ...... Of course, there is also Lin Wufeng who has no clothes on......

The nameless pot of flowers on the balcony bloomed quietly.

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