💥💥💥The newlywed girl draws her eyebrows and lips, which is particularly eye-catching, but she doesn't have the dignity and self-consciousness of the bride at all [shy][shy][shy]. Having been in love for so many years, he has liked Meng Qianzi since she was a girl [shy][shy][shy]. The eldest lady, is she a born gangster? She has only been in the palace for a few days and has caused a lot of trouble. "[Adoration][Adoration][Admiration]
A young boy from the countryside takes charge of the Immortal Mountain, a book that is highly recommended for cultivating immortals. You can stay up all night to catch up on it without losing anything!
(Completed work) This is a realistic and high-quality CEO sweet article. The psychology of the characters is vividly portrayed. There is no exaggerated plot. It is very real and realistic, and has a strong sense of substitution! I was put off by the title of the book, it's really worth reading!
A coming-of-age novel about memory, loss and the symbol of youth. The story starts from a school by the sea and tells the story of the ten-year emotional entanglement between Lin Yu, an introverted boy, and two girls - Elsa, who is as pure and illusory as the moonlight, and Xia Zhi, who is as real and warm as the sea breeze.
🍫🍫🍫The eldest son of the Xie family has a gentle breeze and a clear moon, and a beautiful orchid and jade tree. What is rare is that he also has a heart of a bodhisattva. He took the initiative to take in his down-and-out cousin who came to seek refuge a year ago. On the surface, brothers, friends and sisters are respectful, and it is a good story. At night, Xie Xianyu pressed Wanruo on the couch. Kissing the mole at the end of her eye, her clear eyes in the day were darkened with lust. Wanwan, I am very unhappy that you are not good today. 🍦🍦
What book must I read to stay up late? First, the name must be attractive, and then the content! So, the names of these three books are very attractive to you. As for the content, you only need to read three chapters, and you will fall in love!
This is a novel about ordinary people working as mercenaries. It is very enjoyable and passionate. The weapons in it are very informative and suitable for military fans.
The beautiful class beauty accused him of rape, and his beautiful sister-in-law was brutally bullied by gangsters. Wang Erchui really can't bear the world anymore. Let's see how he fights hard and rises from the bottom to the throne of the underworld tyrant... (This is a wonderful story full of blood, beauties, drunkenness and passion!)
Why "Ahe's Late Thoughts"? When the last period was struck, the moonlight outside the window just spread over the window sill, just like the light that shone on them when Ah He clumsily hugged Su Wanyi on that Mid-Autumn Night in the novel. Someone asked me why I gave this story such a name? Not stunning, not surprising, even a bit ordinary, like the old lantern hanging on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, which does not shine with dazzling light. But I always feel that the story of Ah He and Wan Yi deserves such a name. When he first wrote the word "Ah He" in his draft book, he was just a vague shadow - a person who was treated with contempt by the world, but always held a warm heart. I have seen too many characters labeled as "smart". They are good at calculating, pretending, and able to navigate love with ease, but I just wanted to write a "stupid" character. Ah He's stupidity is not slowness, but purity that has not been polished by the world. He didn't understand the twists and turns of human relationships and how to say the word "like". He would only give Su Wanyi all the whole grain pancakes he had hidden for three days when she was hungry. He would only act like an enraged cub when someone bullied her, insisting on standing in front of her even though he was trembling. He reminds me of the stones in the mountains behind my hometown, which are roughened by the sun and rain, but can reflect the cleanest light when the rain passes and the sky clears. And what about Su Wanyi? She is a person who came out of ink painting, with the warmth of a scholarly family, but she also hides the scars of displacement. I wrote about her embarrassment when she fled, her vigilance when she first met Ah He, and her clenched fists when she heard the rumors - she was not a young lady who could not eat the fireworks of the world, but a weed that was thrown into the mud by life, but could still stand up straight. But it was she who understood Ah He's "silliness". When she taught him how to read, she would write the word "Wate" in an extra large size for fear that he could not see it clearly; when he pushed the wild chrysanthemum into her hand, she would carefully insert it into the coarse porcelain bowl filled with water, even if it would wither the next day; he waited for her at the entrance of the village for three winters, and when she came back, the first thing she did was wipe the snow off the tip of his nose, which was purple from the cold. Their relationship was never a vigorous wildfire, but a stream in the mountain stream, flowing over the stones and grass and trees little by little, and finally turned into a warm spring in each other's hearts. If such a story is given a fancy name, it will be like sprinkling saccharin into the porridge, which will ruin the original flavor. "Ah He's Late Intention", when broken down, is about two people and the entanglement of two lives. Ah He's world is so small that it can only hold a few things: whether the wild vegetables in the mountains are ripe, whether the bamboo basket is well woven, and whether Wan Wan laughed today. His "grain" is the most common seedling on the field ridges. It is not expensive, but it is tenacious. It can take root when it falls to the ground and produce plump ears even in wind and rain. He doesn't know what "love" is, he only knows that "be good to Wanwan" is the most important thing in his life - this is the simplest truth and the strongest belief he learned from his mute mother-in-law. And "Wanyi" is Su Wanyi's name, and it is also the tenderness that time has given her. There is a belated meaning hidden in the word "late", like the stability she only encountered after half a lifetime, like the warmth that happened to run into Ah He's clean eyes when she thought she would never believe in it again. Her "meaning" is her heart, her affection, and her attachment that is slowly boiled out of firewood, rice, oil and salt. She taught Ahe to say "love" and taught him to write his own name. In fact, she was teaching herself that the wounds she suffered will become scarred, but the flowers in her heart can still bloom again. Some people say that this name seems to say "the late wish in Ah He's heart". But I always feel that it is "Ahe in Wanyi's life". It was Ahe who made her know what it felt like to be held in the palm of someone's hand; it was Ahe who made her understand that she could stand firmly on the ground without having to worry about every step; it was Ahe who made her finally wait for her own spring after experiencing so much coldness. The original intention of writing this story is actually very simple. I'm tired of stories that use "smartness" to measure love. It seems that there must be calculations, temptations, and games of "whoever is tempted first will lose" in love. But Ah He didn't understand this. He liked Wan Wan, so he left her the tenderest wild vegetables, the warmest Kang, and stuffed her with all the coins he had saved for a long time; he was afraid of Wan Wan leaving, so he pulled her clothes with red eyes, wrote her name on the stones at the entrance of the village, and waited to become a snowman in the heavy snow. His love is like an uncut jade, rustic but shining with the truest light. Su Wanyi is not the princess waiting to be rescued in traditional stories. She taught Ah He how to survive and also healed her own wounds in Ah He's purity. He protected her from being bullied by outsiders, while she protected the world in his heart that was not polluted by the world. They are each other's crutches and each other's armor. This two-way rush makes my heart move more than any "boss rescues Cinderella" drama. So I wrote about them weaving bamboo baskets together, about them sharing a piece of whole-grain cake under the moonlight, about them keeping each other warm on winter nights, and about Ahe learning to say "Wanwan, I love you" with the light in his eyes brighter than the moon in the sky. These trivial daily routines do not have earth-shattering twists and turns, but they hide the truest form of love - not a fleeting moment, but a long-term stay together in daily life. Someone asked me, why should I write about the love story of a "fool"? But is Ahe really stupid? He remembered what kind of wild fruit Wanwan liked to eat, the pattern of seedlings on her embroidered handkerchief, and every word she taught. He just doesn't understand the twists and turns of malice, and doesn't want to treat the sincerity with calculations. In this world where "smartness" is always regarded as an advantage, his "silliness" has become the most precious thing. Just like Su Wanyi said: "Ah He is not a fool, he is just cleaner than many people." What I want to write has never been a fantasy story of "a fool and a lady", but how two lonely souls found each other in the wilderness and how they gave each other a home in the most clumsy way. In Ahe's world, Wanyi is the only light; in Wanyi's life, Ahe is the last shore. Their stories tell us that love never requires a smart mind, only a heart that is willing to beat for the other person. So in the end, it became "Ah He's Late Thoughts". There are no gorgeous words or eye-catching gimmicks, just like their love, the true meaning can be seen in the ordinary. Ahe and Wanwan would not know that the years they spent on paper had healed me many times - when I was tired of the complexity of life, when I doubted whether sincerity was still valuable, as long as I thought of the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, a man was rushing into the house holding a wild chrysanthemum, shouting "Wanwan, beautiful", I felt warm in my heart. Maybe a good story should be like this. There is no need to hide a lot of tricks in the name, and there is no need to rely on curiosity to gain attention. It only needs to honestly record the clumsy tenderness, the firm protection, and the love that slowly grows in the smoke, that's enough. Just like Ahe doesn't know what "romantic" is, but he will pick flowers with dew for the night every morning; just like the name is not amazing enough, but it can remind you of a moonlit night when you close the page, and you once had such a soft warmth in your heart. That's enough.