She glanced at him gloomily and looked away.

"Why is your makeup lighter?" He was busy taking the township test and hadn't been here for a long time. Fortunately, she has not aged, and she still maintains the name of Oiran, but not anymore

"The red apricot branches are in spring". She was dressed in a plain white gauze skirt, sitting on the railing of the gazebo, her silk hair was loose, and her cold moonlight was gilded with a touch of silver: "Have you ever seen the apricot blossoms fall?" At the age of twenty-eight, he and she looked across the shore.

"You don't know how much she likes you, and there are always leaves in her purse that you mentioned poetry on the day we first met." At the age of twenty-eight, he still often remembered the oiran called the apricot diaphragm, the graceful shadow, like a bright red apricot, blooming in his youth, magnificent and scorching.

Since then, year after year...... Since then, year after year......

"Why is your makeup lighter?" He was busy taking the township test and hadn't been here for a long time. Fortunately, she has not aged, and she still maintains the name of Oiran, but not anymore

"The red apricot branches are in spring".

"You don't know how much she likes you, and there are always leaves in her purse that you mentioned poetry on the day we first met." 23.225.191.222,23.225.191.222; 0; pc; 2; Would you like to be with you in grinding iron literature?

He didn't ask, there were too many considerations in this sentence, how much it would cost to let a dusty woman enter the house, and he didn't understand her thoughts.

No matter how prestigious the Oiran is, after all, it is a flower branch that everyone can contaminate, but she is persistently high, and she doesn't know what she is firming on.

He was worried about it, and he couldn't sleep at night, so he finally took leave and returned to his hometown, and went to the flower building when he first met to find her.

She said that you will write poems to praise the beauty of the apricot blossoms when they are in full bloom, and to lament the sadness of the apricot blossoms when they wither, but they will not really melt into her heart...... "The wine glass fell into the lake, and with a muffled sound, tears finally gurgled down like the water that broke the embankment."

The waning moon was like a hook, illuminating her slender figure thin and pale, and she was by his side, always silent.

At the age of twenty-eight, he still often remembered the oiran called the apricot diaphragm, the graceful shadow, like a bright red apricot, blooming in his youth, magnificent and scorching.

If you say it

"Take me away", I put aside all considerations and hesitations, and take your hand. He thought so, but waited for her goodbye.

She glanced at him gloomily and looked away.

"You're so afraid of withering." He picked up a strand of green silk from her, and chuckled: "Helpless flower branches, do you want to find a home for yourself?" ”

"The day you first met, it was her birthday, and she was forced to be a prostitute, hating herself, and only on her birthday day she did not entertain guests, retaining the last trace of dignity and innocence." She was dressed in a plain white gauze skirt, sitting on the railing of the gazebo, her silk hair was loose, and her cold moonlight was gilded with a touch of silver: "Have you ever seen the apricot blossoms fall?" At the age of twenty-eight, he still often thought of the oiran called the apricot diaphragm, the graceful shadow, like a bright red apricot, blooming in his youth, magnificent and scorching.

"I'll send you." She spoke softly, like a gentle breeze.

"The day you first met, it was her birthday, and she was forced to be a prostitute, hating herself, and only on her birthday day she did not entertain guests, retaining the last trace of dignity and innocence."