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Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk telling stories in the temple. What story is the old monk telling? He was talking about a mountain in the past, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple telling stories. What story is the old monk telling? He was talking about a mountain in the past, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple telling stories. What story is the old monk telling? He was talking about a mountain in the past, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple telling stories. What story is the old monk telling? He's talking about a ...... once upon a time

When I was very young, I heard such a seemingly reliant story, which is said to be a very reasonable story that can never be finished. It's as if there are an infinite number of mirrors in two mirrors that are opposite each other. Infinity and reincarnation are two words that make people fascinated, one is the endless future and the other is the past. It's all real and impossible places.

After being reincarnated, I tried to find a plausible explanation, but to no avail. Whenever I give up on revealing the mystery, fate always rings alarm bells on me. Is there a connection between the past life and this life? Why am I reincarnated, and what am I reincarnated for? One question after another swirled in my head. I thought about it and thought about it, but I still couldn't figure it out. In the end, I put aside the mess of all kinds of problems and just rely on instinct to move forward step by step.

And so on is always boring and boring. I was standing at the gate of J University High School, thinking nonsense. I thought about it all over again, and although there were no academic achievements, I finally survived the time. The nostalgic ringing of the bell for the end of class interrupted my delusion, and I began to look for the beautiful figure from the flow of people pouring out of the school building.

Is College English IV today? The sixth grade exam. English has always been my dead end. The last life is the same in this life. I have long given up hope of passing English. Today I accompanied Shangguan Yu to the exam. Shangguan Yu's English is very good, he passed English level 4 in the first year of college, and today he took English level 6. Shangguan Yu confidently told me that she would pass the CET-8 exam before graduation, and that today's CET-6 exam must be nothing to her.

I remember that someone summed up that girls who study well are not beautiful, beautiful girls who study badly (meaning similar to big breasts and brainless), and girls who study well and look beautiful are rare. And such a superb girl will like you, the probability is almost the same as that of a comet hitting the earth, and it is twice a day.

Now I'm just struck by such a small chance. Needless to say, Shangguan Yu's beauty is the most beautiful woman in the world in my eyes. And being smart and studying well is an unexpected plus. While feeling lucky, I often secretly ask myself why such a beautiful, good-looking and smart girl likes me? Are you handsome? Even I don't believe it myself.

In my last life, I asked my wife Yanyan, if there is a man who is more handsome than me and richer than me appears in front of you now. He loves you as much as I do, what will you do if you don't marry you? Yanyan smiled: "Then I'll kick you off." I hated, "It's so disloyal." Now if a woman who is a hundred times more beautiful and a hundred times richer than you appears and wants to marry me, I will ignore her. Even if it's a movie star xxx (a certain Qingchun jade female actress I liked very much in my previous life), I don't want it, I want you. Yanyan smiled again: "It's a pity that no big star is so long-sighted that he can take a fancy to you." ”

"I'm just imagining, if there are a lot of beautiful and rich women like me now, I won't be moved. Because I already have you. This is fate, who made me meet you first. No matter how good the other women are, they don't have a chance. I love you, dear. If love could be measured in containers, I would love you a hundred times more than you would love me. ”

"You just have a sweet mouth, I don't need you to love me a hundred times more, you go and wash the basin of clothes in the bathroom, I'll be satisfied."

"Oh, my hands hurt, my stomach hurts, my butt hurts......"

Before I knew it, I remembered the conversation I had with my wife Yeon-yeon in my previous life. That time, I actually wanted to express my view of love to her. In my view, a lover is like an auction item, and if you want to get it, you must have a certain amount of capital, which can be appearance, family status, money or status. In the process of bidding, it is natural that the highest bidder wins. But if the auction has already been bought, no matter how much capital you have, it won't help. Yeon-yeon and I, who have been united, are not for sale that have left the show. Even the best buyers have nothing to do with us.

I don't know if Yeon-yeon understands and agrees with my point of view. In the previous life, we were all ordinary people, living a dull life, and we didn't even have the opportunity to be tempted. Until I died, I could not prove that my love for her could stand the test. After I was reborn, I thought that this was the opportunity that God had given me to prove my vows. But God played a great joke on me. In this world, almost everything is the same as in the previous life, but there is no such person as Yeonyan. And Shangguan Yu, who I used to have a crush on in my previous life, became my girlfriend. I admit that I like Shangguan Yu and I am already in love with her. I suddenly had a very absurd thought, if Yeon-yeon appeared now, then who would I meet first? Is it Shangguan Yu, who met and fell in love first in this life, or Yanyan, who has met and loved each other in the previous life?

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk telling stories in the temple. What story is the old monk telling? He was talking about a mountain in the past, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple telling stories. What story is the old monk telling? He was talking about a mountain in the past, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple telling stories. What story is the old monk telling? He was talking about a mountain in the past, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple telling stories. What story is the old monk telling? He's talking about a ...... once upon a time

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