But only the appearance of Song Qinglian planted a warm seed in his originally barren heart and bloomed gorgeous flowers.

I have already seen through the warmth and coldness of the world, and in the past 18 years, I have never thought about the love between men and women. Could it be, did it really appear, the person who made his heart flutter?

When Yao Zhiyun asked, he admitted without hesitation that he liked her, although it was said to stop Yao Zhiyun's nonsense, but if it was really something he didn't want or disgusted, he wouldn't admit it so neatly.

Could it be that I also admit it in my heart, and I really like her?

He didn't understand emotional things, but he only knew that as soon as he saw her, his heart would be tender, and he couldn't help but want to protect her. The warmth and coldness of people in this world are no longer worth but hard work, but she is the only one who is a different kind of existence.

In this turbid world, everyone lives with color, but she is the only one, pure as a spring water.

Her eyes are clear and pure, without a trace of impurities, and her mind is as clean as a spring breeze in March. Only when he sees her will he let go of his indifference to the world and completely open his heart.

Looking up, her room was full of more than twenty sachets, full of fragrance, and each sachet was embroidered by her.

Every day, when I return to the room, smell the fragrance that spreads, and look at the delicate craftsmanship, my heart will add infinite warmth.

It's strange to say this, I don't know why, I originally ordered these sachets from her, and I wanted to distribute them to the brothers and sisters of Minghui Hall. But when she sent the sachet over, looking at the colorful and exquisite sachet, he felt stingy in his heart.

In the end, not a single sachet was given out, all of them were left and hung in various corners of his room, just wanting to be able to look at them every time and smell the fragrance that overflowed.

Maybe when the delicate sachet was given to him on the stage, his heart had been opened by this innocent girl.

When I didn't know her name, I had already noticed her exquisite thoughts, and left all the sachets she received by her side, but I didn't know what I really cared about was the exquisite mind of the sachet or the exquisite and clear person.

He plucked the rose he cared for the most without hesitation and gave it to her, and asked her to embroider lotus flowers on the sachet, using this rose as a sachet, that is, subconsciously already wanted to combine the two people tightly.

The lotus flower is her, growing in the filthy world, but always out of the mud and unstained. The rose is herself, with thorns that are not easy to approach, but proudly fragrant.

The sachet of the lotus flower wraps the fragrance of the rose, why not you have me, I have you?

Maybe he was really moved by her, maybe it was before he knew it, her purest purity, the most meticulous delicacy, had opened his heart bit by bit. She is the only one who can make him gentle for no reason.

If you are really emotional, it is an entanglement that you can't let go of for the rest of your life.

Spring goes to autumn, time always flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the end of summer, which recedes from the heat of midsummer, and gradually ushers in the coolness of autumn.

This year has entered the autumn, and it is Jian Pengcheng's graduation period. After graduating from Jincheng, as soon as he returned to the capital, he began to prepare for the wedding of Lu Shuangshuang.

Lu Shuangshuang is about to get married, and he has been busy in recent days, so he has no time to sell sachets with Song Qinglian, so Song Qinglian is the only one left doing business on Baishan Road.

After Jian Pengcheng returned to the capital, Song Qinglian only saw Lu Shuangshuang a few times, and every time she was in a hurry, either busy with her fiancé's affairs, or preparing the dowry for the wedding. It's busy, but it's also full of joy.

Song Qinglian saw it in her eyes, she was really happy that her friend could get her own happiness, and at the same time, she was also envious in her heart.

Maybe all this happiness can only belong to Lu Shuangshuang, and with such a family background and such an identity, I am afraid that I can only have envy.

Things at home are still the same, my father and mother are still addicted to smoking and gambling, ignoring their own affairs and never caring about them.

On that day, Song Qinglian accepted Ming Jingxuan's help, and used the money he lent him to repay the debts owed by Song Daquan and Jin Guilan, and also solved the difficulties at this time and got a temporary peace.

Song Qinglian didn't tell her father and mother about his relationship with Ming Jingxuan carefully, but just gave the money to the person who paid off the debt, and told her father and mother that it was lent to her by a kind friend.

The couple were naturally happy to be able to repay this debt, and they didn't bother to care where Song Qinglian got the money, as long as they repaid it.

After this difficult time, the couple returned to their usual life.

After the tobacco house reopened, Song Daquan returned to the tobacco house to sell big cigarettes and lived a ridiculous life. After Jin Guilan paid off the gambling debt she owed, she continued to play cards with those broad ladies in the next village and lived a luxurious life that belonged to her.

The couple no longer quarreled at home, and the home was much quieter, and Song Qinglian still lived alone at home. It's lonely, but at least it's pure.

These days, he has been working hard to embroider the sachets, only hoping to exchange some more money and return the money that Shang Ming Jingxuan borrowed from him as soon as possible. Although Ming Jingxuan said that he was not in a hurry to let her repay the money, only after repaying the money as soon as possible could he truly feel at ease.

On this day, the autumn breeze was blowing, with the slightest hint of coolness, blowing the entire road of the indigo factory.

Song Qinglian sat alone by the stall, embroidering sachets while looking at the stall. The cool breeze blew, she couldn't help shivering, brushed the hair that was slightly tossed by the wind on her sideburns, and continued to embroider the sachet.

"Sister Qinglian!" Suddenly, she heard a warm and familiar voice calling her name behind her.

She hurriedly turned her head, only to see Ming Jingxuan wearing a pale cyan robe, looking at herself gently with a slight smile behind him.

"Brother Xuan!" She was surprised and delighted, and quickly put down the embroidery in her hand, stood up, and said to him, "Why did you come here at this time?" ”

Ming Jingxuan chuckled: "I'm going to sing here today, and I happen to be close to you, so I wanted to come and see you before the show." ”