Why do you like me?

This question is too easy to answer.

If he was allowed to speak, he would be able to speak until the end of the night.

If he was asked to write, he could write several books.

Not enough time.

"When you say the same thing as others, you always feel that you are cuter and more aura than others."

"When you do the same thing as others, you always find you more interesting than others, and people can't take their eyes off it."

"When I can't see you, I feel that the bustling crowd is called congestion, and when I see you, I feel that this is called prosperity."

"When I met you, I felt that other women were all passing by."

"You are not afraid of gossip, chasing Xia Jingming, you are very brave."

"The way you want to cry and grit your teeth and endure it is very painful."

"You know right from wrong."

"You're a giver."

"You are not short of money, but you are not extravagant."

"You're optimistic and cheerful."

Honeysuckle suddenly felt that asking this question was tantamount to saying, please praise me. Seeing that he was about to continue, she quickly interrupted, "See you tomorrow." As he spoke, he closed the door, and then leaned against the inside of the door, covering his heart.

My heart seemed to be beating a little faster.

When he spoke, his expression was very serious, as if he was answering a question from a gentleman in a school.

For her, every word is a confession.

If for the rest of your life.

As soon as I opened my eyes.

You can hear such pleasant words.

It's good.

As the night fell silently, Honeysuckle had a dream, a very real dream, and her head ached again. She was woken up by a hard pain, in the middle of the night, holding the quilt in her hand, trying her best to endure it, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing others.

After a long time, the pain gradually dissipated.

His expression returned to normal.

She couldn't help but ask herself, was that a dream, or was it a reality?

At the wedding that day, she remembered a young man in white with a book basket on his back, and his headache was about to explode.

Today, she dreamed of a conversation with a young man in white, and she had a headache to death.

Is it a coincidence?

Can it be so coincidental?

Why did she feel that her mind was clearer when she saw Bai Che, as if she had met Qingming in the chaos.

Why did the distant past related to him give her a headache?

What the hell happened to her?

In fact, it wasn't a dream.

That day.

The spring breeze blows the earth, and the fragrance of flowers wafts through the air. Under the willow tree by the river, a delicate young man in white carried a book basket on his back, his eyes burning, "Honeysuckle, wait for me to be the top student in high school, can I go to your house to propose?" ”

The boy was very poor, and his clothes were mended several times.

He made up the book basket himself and had been using it for several years.

Carrying a thick book on his back.

He didn't know that even if he was a top student in high school, the rest of the road would be difficult.

The officialdom is dark and the forces are mixed.

Who would treat a teenager from a small fishing village with a southern accent to speak differently?

For many people, he is just a useless sour and rotten scholar, who can write a few broken articles and does not understand the world.

The Son of Heaven is mediocre and addicted to alchemy.

I'm not in the mood to select talent at all.

He thought that if he was the champion in high school, he would be able to rise to prominence and give his favorite girl in red a better life.

Even if Chen Guo has a lot of scholars, he wants to fight.

Strive for the first.

The first is always the most dazzling.

He wanted to be her pride.

The girl in red was a little shorter than him, and tilted her head, "Bai Che, do you like me very much?" ”

Boy: "Hmm. ”

Loved it.

I want to do everything I can to make her worry-free and happy.

I want to do whatever it takes to protect her for the rest of my life.

I want to talk to her endlessly.

She wasn't unhappy, "I'm still young, and I don't want to think about marrying or not." I want to go to the rivers and lakes, be a chivalrous and courageous heroine, talk all night when I meet someone I like, and stay away if I don't speculate for more than half a sentence. ”

He was silent for a moment.

He felt frustrated.

He wants to marry a daughter-in-law, choose a person, and keep it for the rest of his life, but she doesn't want to marry yet.

When she wanted to get married.

Where will he be?

What the young man at that moment thought: I can accept you to go away, after all, I can't restrict you from going or staying, there is no position, and you shouldn't do it. But I'm afraid you won't see me when you turn around.

How can a person like an unseen person?

If you can't see it, how can you get married?

He looked at the red-clothed girl like fire, with deep affection in his eyes, and clenched the hand hidden in his sleeve, "I will definitely get ahead." "Waiting for you in a conspicuous place.