Tomorrow is Tanabata, and the people who clearly said they were going to come back will not come back for some reason!!

The little man in my heart cried so much that my head overflowed~ (the weather is hot, and I sweat~)

My girlfriend said to me that it was only two days late. What Valentine's Day are we both on!? I don't have a boyfriend, two women, do you want to make a lily?

I:......

Girlfriend: Don't think about men all day long, men will have them one day, then build your empire first!

Me: As a painter, I can have a world of my own!

Girlfriend: A bucket of water went down, and it's gone.

I:...... (I'd better think about how to write the story~)

The rain was falling incessantly, and it was almost impossible to move an inch. Compared with the tidal noise of pedestrians on the road, the Yimeng Pavilion on Yimeng Lake seems quiet.

"If you had to choose again, would you still not choose me?" There was a man and a woman standing in the Dream Pavilion, looking from a distance, the talented woman was very good-looking.

The woman's voice sounded, choked and suppressed, and she heard resentment. "Yes." The man replied calmly, without the slightest emotion, without even glancing at the woman. Looking at the heavy rain, he frowned, holding an umbrella and preparing to leave. "Qing Miao! Such a heavy rain! What are you doing? The woman hurriedly grabbed the person who was leaving, but Qing Miao didn't answer, shook off her hand, and walked into the rain. Don't you even want to stay with me? ”

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Why?" The woman asked heartbrokenly, "We are childhood sweethearts, but you know her for half a month?" ”

Qing Miao paused for a moment, and then left hurriedly. The woman cried heartbreakingly in the pavilion, and her heart ached.

A farewell in this pavilion is many years~

Strangers return

But she was standing at his grave

"When?" Calmly asked the old slave who burned the paper money.

"I left shortly after the heavy rain came back that day, and I was already in very bad health, and I couldn't wake up after the rain, and the fever didn't go away, and I kept calling Miss's name in my dream, and I never woke up."

The woman bit her lip and remained silent.

"By the way, the young master came back that day for this handkerchief." The old slave suddenly remembered something, took out a brocade box, which contained a handkerchief, the woman looked at the familiar handkerchief, tears finally flowed, it was the first time she gave him a gift, and the young words rang in her ears.

"Ouch, is this embroidered a peacock?"

"It's a parrot! Parrot! If you think it's ugly, give it back to me! ”

"Qingqing's gift will not be repaid until she dies!"

"What nonsense!"

The old slave looked at her and stopped talking. Looking at the grave, my heart is also sad.

The woman understood everything in her heart, there was no other woman, he acted in this play for himself. I thought he would be happy and not be entangled and marry in a foreign land. It turned out that he wanted to be happy.

Turning her head to look at her husband and children waiting behind her, the woman took off the plum blossom hairpin that she had never taken off her head, and put it into the brazier with the handkerchief.

The resentment in my heart turned into dust in the heavy rain and dissipated.

I seemed to hear his soft mutter, 'I miss you happiness'.

If you want me to be happy, then I will be happy. In this life, you can't stay together, please be sure to wait for me at the head of the bridge of Naihe Bridge, we will be accompanied by Baitou in the next life.

What a bridge

A man dressed in white, holding a plum blossom hairpin, hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Good~