Broken bridges, running water, oil-paper umbrellas......

Qingwen is a person who is not so easily sentimental, the root of which is probably because from the moment she was sold to Tingli Pavilion, it seems that her identity as the only daughter of the shopkeeper of the Shang family class was automatically cleared from her memory by the ability to survive, since then, Qingwen only remembers that she is a little maid, and since then, how can the blue-collar self allow sentimentality?!

In fact, this is not the main reason, the main reason is by no means the external harsh environment to shape people, but the original self-essence that comes from the heart and bursts out from the inside out.

If it is really the reason for the self ontology, then, it seems that the reason why Qingwen is not sentimental can be explained more fully, if according to Wei Xiaobao, who knows her better, Qingwen is born a tired life, and she will never give up if she is not tired to death. According to Baoyu, who knows herself better and cherishes herself, Qingwen is born to be useful, and she can't let go of the things that take care of the people's national economy and people's livelihood, and she can't stop at repairing her family, nor can she just take care of her relatives and friends, but use her talents to help the world.

However, according to Qingwen's own understanding, she is a problem-solving activist, and an executive freak who can't convince herself to settle down without solving the problem.

Therefore, this is the clear and transparent Qingwen, a Qingwen who never puts herself first and has no time and mind to be sentimental.

Such Qingwen, in the dream naturally incarnated as an alert little scholar, even if the heart has a thousand knots, even if the heart is empty and longs for friendship, longing for communication, eager for encounters, but still very sure in the dream that there is likely to be danger, and I must not be paralyzed and deceived by all this sorrow and good time.

The umbrella is held in such a timely manner. The rain is ethereal in the dream, everything is like a dream, it seems to be a dream, it seems to be a dream, it makes people so nostalgic, so not melancholy and tactful.

However, the little scholar pretended to be Qingwen could bear it, she didn't move, she didn't look back, and she was not moved by this tacit understanding between the two who seemed to be taken care of and the other was playing an umbrella.

No, nothing happened here, even if he had suddenly turned back in his heart, even if he imagined the frown and clever smile of the umbrella man in his heart, but the little scholar did not look back after all.

The dream does not seem to stop, the wheat waves behind the bridge are blown by the wind, like a silent dance, very tempting, the flowing water under the bridge is tinkling, flowing into the distance, there is no intention of turning back. Here, it is a broken bridge, there is no way forward, you can only turn back, you can only turn back, so how does you stand here in your dream, as if you are waiting for something, and as if you are looking forward to something happening......

In the dream, she should take the umbrella, even if she doesn't look back, she has to say thank you, but this dream seems to be silent, no matter how the little scholar dressed as Qingwen wants to make a sound, there is no sound, she can't express her gratitude to the umbrella fighter.

The sky began to darken, and Mai Lang had the appearance of angry waves, and the flowing water was whimpering, as if there were endless grievances to tell......

All this is a sad and difficult experience for Qingwen, even if she is a woman who is not easy and sentimental.

Qingwen seemed to pinch her thigh with her hand, so as to wake herself up and stop killing herself in this miserable atmosphere. However, it hurt so much that she couldn't wake up no matter how hard she tried......

"Could it be that I was poured ecstasy soup?" Qingwen was not so confident for the first time, and her physical inability to wake up caused her to have an inferiority complex due to her lack of ability, and she was not so able to help the world, and she was a little uneasy.

This uneasiness brought about a change in the scenery, the drizzle turned into a torrential rain in a blink of an eye, and the bridge was submerged by the big waves, and the wheat waves roared against the big waves under the bridge, and oh my God, a silent but unusually life-and-death war was going on and on in my dreams......

What should I do? The little scholar dressed as Qingwen saw that this beautiful oil-paper umbrella was blown away by a gust of wind, and the person behind him was about to fly up from behind him without the pull of the umbrella.

"It's dangerous. The little scholar said to himself, in fact, he was also silently saying to this umbrella man.

In the dream, she couldn't see who the person with the umbrella was, and the little scholar who Qingwen pretended to be knew in her self-consciousness that all this was just what was happening in the dream, and had nothing to do with the real result of real life, but the little scholar couldn't do it, she really couldn't do it, she couldn't use this grandiose justification as a shield, so she gave up on this person who was holding an umbrella for herself, and she was determined to let this person hear her voice.

"I mean, it's dangerous!" After saying this, the little scholar dressed as Qingwen really consciously said to herself in her dream:

"I want to see the face of this umbrella man. ”

After saying this, the little scholar tried to turn his face to the umbrella man holding his hand, and then, trying to control his eyes with his consciousness, to see the person's face.

This is a very pure face, a very beautiful, but not a beautiful little girl's face, looking at each other, this girl smiled playfully at herself, and when she smiled, the little face suddenly changed.

Qingwen was caught off guard, although this dream was made by herself, it seemed that it should have been 100% manipulated by her own conscious and subconscious, but as a result, she was led by her own dream and completely passive.

This is a clear proof of this.

The face of this female baby is as bright as a spring flower, and it is not even affected by the surrounding lightning and thunder, nor is there the slightest association of broken flowers and willows in the mind of the little scholar dressed as Qingwen because of the wind and rain, or to build momentum, the freshness of the female baby is simply a lesson in the sky.

At this stall, the smiling face, which was supposed to be a palm-sized face, was about to reach the tip of the little scholar's nose in front of the little scholar, but suddenly it was as changeable as the weather in a dream, and suddenly it became the face of a gloomy civet cat. The glittering cat's eyes were like two awls, and they stabbed into the heart of the little scholar dressed as Qingwen at once.

"Ahh

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