The beauty weeps with pear blossoms and rain, the pear vortex on her cheeks is shallow, and her apricot eyes are wet. The white porcelain like jade face is dotted with dewdrops, sliding down the cheeks, to the chin, down the neck, to the left atrium, a heart is hot, still full of hope for life.

The bell at the wrist emitted a subtle light, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a halo, which seemed more beautiful and beyond reach.

"I thought about going with him, but I knew he wouldn't want me to do that. He said he wanted me to wait for him obediently, but he was no longer there. The woman with low self-esteem is telling her emotions little by little, and her emotions are aroused by a few times, and the feeling of powerlessness is shrouded in her body again.

"Why don't you want to think about where he might be, looking for you."

He Yan knew that Jun Ziyan's body had not been found, maybe he had no eternal separation between heaven and man at all, but was just waiting to find her in a certain corner of the continent. But more than that, maybe she wanted her to come to him, she should also be brave.

"I'm looking for him, and he'll be happy."

The woman finally took the initiative, and the man would eventually smile, and there was only her in his eyes.

"He Yan, thank you." The corners of her mouth curled, her hands were tightly clasped tightly, and her eyes were full of sincere smiles, "I hope you can hold on to your happiness." ”

"Hmm." She smiled indifferently, and watched her leave, where might she go to find her happiness.

No news is often the best news.

She turned around and tried to look through the door, but she caught a figure at a glance.

He slept soundly, his brows furrowed, and a smile on his lips, as if he had thought of something beautiful.

She nudged him, and he frowned slightly, but a little dissatisfied. She was amused by him at once, and had never seen him so cute.

She looked at him carefully, only to see that his mouth was wide open, and his hand was moving to the corner of his mouth, intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was wiping something. When his hands were stained with crystals, she reacted, and she couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

I held it in my heart for a long time, but I was afraid of disturbing his good sleep, but I could only hold on and not let the smile overflow the corners of my mouth.

She looked at him sideways, her hands on her knees, and she was the only one in her eyes, but she only felt that the years were quiet, and her heart was quiet.

He quietly raised his eyes, and her face crept into his.

The figures of the two stretched long in the setting sun, overlapping in the ground.

Shen Jing's eyes gradually cleared, and his hand subconsciously went to the corners of his mouth, this is his habit, after so many years, it has not changed.

When he came into contact with a piece of dryness, he hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.

He leaned in and turned his face away from hers. She slept very sweetly, with slender eyebrows and half-open pink lips, as if she was muttering something.

He couldn't hear it, all he knew was that she seemed to have had a sweet dream, was there him in her dream? He wanted to know.

Maybe it was because she heard his heart, and the word "Shen Jing" fluttered lightly on her lips.

He seemed to hear the most beautiful voice in the world, and the sweet voice knocked on his heart, making him lose his mind for a while.

When a soft feeling hit his mouth, he was stunned in place. She was so close to him that there were only her misty eyes in her eyes, which seemed to be still asleep, and the low laughter that came from her mouth was dazed.

At the end of the kiss, she leaned her head against him, and her body fell over this side. He smiled, what a little fool.

He rested her head on his lap, and his eyes stared at her lips that were open and closed at the time, and blinded him at once.

I saw that the tip of her pink tongue licked her lips, which was mouth-watering. The pupils under the eyes are deep, and after the Adam's apple rolls, the complexion returns to its previous appearance.

He reached out and touched his lips, although it was not the first time he had kissed, he had to kiss before, but it had never been the same as now.

He admits he had no feelings for those women before, but he would have reacted, but he had never touched them. On the one hand, he is afraid of being meticulous, and he is even more afraid of losing a heart. Earlier, his mother didn't squander her life because of love.

When did he get poisoned? This little boy made him want to sink and pull her along.

He knew that the world would not understand them, but he had to fall deeper and deeper into them.

Our road must be difficult, and when it's over, let's find a quiet place, okay?

She didn't answer him, he just read it silently in his heart.

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He Yan couldn't remember when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, she was in the room. Sunlight shone through the window screens, and the door slammed.

He said that they were going to leave here and go to meet Leng Feng and them, and asked her if they wanted to be together, or if they wanted to be in this quiet place.

She nodded, her mouth soft when she woke up, "I'm with you." ”

After a few days, they also hurried for a long time, saying that they had returned to Kyoto and were rushing there.

Spring swept in, and there was a little more chill in the wind, causing people to curl up.

In the evening, they went to an inn and ordered a few side dishes and a pot of wine.

He took the two wine glasses on the table, poured a little wine into them, and pushed one of them in front of He Yan.

"I don't drink."

"Just one drink, you won't get drunk." His words seduced her little by little, and she took a small taste.

"Sweet, warm."

"Hmm." He drank it all, then poured another one.

The sweet and greasy taste, the tip of the tongue is stained with the fragrance of peach blossoms, which makes people have an endless aftertaste.

He Yan had never drunk this peach blossom brew, and for a while she had some top, and she was a little unsavory. The tip of her nose was full of wine, and she swallowed a glass of wine into her stomach in small sips.

Her eyes were blurred, her cheeks were dyed pink, and her whole face was like a peach, waiting to be picked.

The little blushed and fluttered, but she was infected with alcohol, and her body gradually warmed up, causing her to pull her clothes.

"It's hot, it's hot."

When Shen Jing saw this scene, his eyelids jumped, and there was a black line on his forehead, this person was drunk with a drink?

I saw that she was pulling at her clothes, and under the ghost's divine request, he actually saw her snow-white neck, which caused him to choke on a mouthful of wine in his throat, causing his throat to be hot.

He just coughed violently, but all he had in his head was the snow-white neck, and for a moment he thought he was crazy?

Why did he react so much?

He swept the thoughts out of his head and looked over to where she was sitting, where she was sitting obediently and deftly, and no longer muttered, but the corners of her mouth were full of smiles, and she was smirking.

Her smile is better than the flowers in the world.

Before he could react, her tears were dripping little by little, and the big and small beads fell into the wine glass, ticking crisply.

She got up and walked to the window, pushing it open, and was about to lean out.

This disturbed Shen Jing's heart.

He stepped forward and hugged her into his arms, feeling relieved.

I saw the man burrowing into her arms, tears and snot wiping her clothes.

He really can't help it, this person is like this when he cries, and he doesn't care about his image at all.

No, it's him who doesn't have an image!

"Alright, alright, why are you crying?" She looked at him with red eyes, and he pinched her cheek uncontrollably, limply.

She didn't speak, just buried herself in his arms, but her body trembled.

He had to take care of her and wait for her to get better.

After a while, she stopped crying, and he let go of her and pulled her into a chair. She was a little quiet at the moment, I don't know if it was because she was tired from crying just now, or because of his warm embrace.

A big stone in his heart was down, and he really wouldn't comfort her. He saw that she was quiet and just wanted to get her hangover soup.

Before he left, he also carefully closed the window and told her to stay obediently.

She nodded, and then turned to leave.

He didn't know that without his room, the wine was flowing in his brain, and it was pouring rain outside, like that night.

Her thoughts cleared.

She couldn't remember when, but there was only unbearable scolding in her ears, and she gave up resisting.

She vaguely remembers that before the first pair of adoptive parents adopted, she was the most favored child in the orphanage, and because of this, she was adopted again and again, but sent back again and again.

The reason why she was sent back was none other than that the first adoptive family's career was declining, and they hired a feng shui master, but they pointed everything at the lively girl.

So she was sent back for the first time, just because of the so-called master's words, but in the end, the family was completely destroyed, just because it was too easy to trust others.

She was adopted again, and the family went out to the beach to play, but because of the change in the weather, the family was buried at the bottom of the sea, leaving only her on the beach, she instantly became the source of public opinion, and was sent back again.

The last time, she was sent back because of the family's sudden new life, this time she did not witness anything, but the woman had lost her child and blamed everything on the girl.

She refuted again and again, but was slandered again and again, and finally let her know that she killed her mother who had a difficult birth and was tragically abandoned. All this is so heavy that the girl who used to be bright and moving is no longer gone.

She was no longer loved and tried what it felt like to fall from the clouds into the dirt. Since then, no matter who comes to step on her, the children are taken away in batches, and the new children bully her in different ways.

She had resisted, she had been abused by the kid named Pino, she had been beaten by him, she was so angry that she beat her back, but more people bullied her.

Afterwards, they put all the blame on her, and they seemed to be deeply involved in beating people, and there were only a few bruises on her body.

And the child's face was a bright red handprint, which was also beaten out of blood, but in fact, they rushed to him in a swarm and hit him, but he was hindered by a bunch of people, and he also began to talk nonsense.

At that time, she realized the terrible face of everyone, and she would no longer resist in the future.

She used to feel that there was nothing beautiful in this world, until she met He Xiu.

But in the end, because of a disease that she announced to the public, she finally left her. But it was a disease, but it was a merciless murder.

It was a rainy night, she sought medical treatment to no avail, and her life was only due to falling into the water, getting a cold, and finally getting tuberculosis.

She can't save her!

On such a rainy night, she cried all night.

At this moment, everything in front of me was blurry, as if it coincided with that night, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Ayan?"

A voice called to her.

Who is he?