Warmth like Louis XIV roses.
Few people understand the goodness of this kind of rose, which is not delicate or sweet enough. But it will not fade until the end, it will only get deeper and deeper.
When he was seventeen years old, Shen Zhou filled his sports car with a car full of Louis XIV roses.
The young man leaned against the car door, smiling so hard that his eyes turned into crescent moons. He said, "This is all I found in the whole city of Beijing. I give them all to you. Is it enough?"
Enough or not.
At that time she felt it was enough.
Enough.
Enough is enough for the whole world.
Later, they separated and turned around in their proudest years, and no one looked back.
Later, she met another person.
He said he would take her to an island.
The island has no name on the map.
The plane was replaced by a helicopter, and the helicopter was replaced by a speedboat. She was so dizzy that she leaned back in her chair and did not want to speak.
The road on the island is very long, with Louis XIV planted on both sides.
Deep purple roses spread from the seaside to the top of the mountain, paving an endless road.
She stood there, suddenly not knowing what to say.
The man stood behind her.
"I don't know if it's enough."
He hugged her from behind, his chin resting lightly on the top of her hair.
It turns out that the most magnificent scenery is what is reflected in your eyes - my reflection
Double non-c
Intention: No intention