[Buddhist Jiangnan beauty vs. Gentle and jade-like top diplomat]
The cold-faced and cute genius Chinese painting master ✖️The guiding lover in the middle of the year + romantic healing romance
Xu Suining has been associated with the Buddha since she was a child. She wears a string of sandalwood beads on her wrist all year round and loves to listen to Pingtan. Her plain-colored skirt is elegant and lively. Every frown and smile shows the gentleness of a Jiangnan woman.
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The bell was ringing far away, and smoke was lingering under the blue brick and red wall. She clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly, shaking the stick tube, and the bamboo sticks fell in response to the sound of chanting.
Someone saw him and joked: "It seems that Bodhisattva has even found your partner for you. You should pay more attention to the people around you."
She smiled and didn't take it seriously.
She never thought that every rosary she shook would become a rosary for reciting his name.
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The ancient road was cool and cool, and when I raised my eyes, I bumped into an upright man wearing a Chinese tunic suit.
The hem of his clothes seemed to turn into a long gown under his hands as he climbed up the stairs.
During the conversation, a smile appeared on his Qingjun face, and his eyes were firm, giving people a feeling of gentleness, elegance and humility.
The voice is human-like, clear and cold, calm and charming.
The wind blew the flags, disturbing her pool of spring water.
Later she learned that that person was Song Dongyuan, the brightest new star in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs today.
"I have been drifting for half my life, making you my home."
Before meeting Xu Suining, his life had only been the turmoil at the negotiation table, and he had long been prepared to dedicate his life to diplomacy.
After meeting her, the mountains he saw, the roads he walked, and every letter he wrote became a love letter to her.
"I will never fall in love with anyone but you"
Those eyes that were supposed to be compassionate to all living beings now only reflected the plain skirt in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
