Lightning warning! ! ! !
BE ending! (Knife is sharpened slowly)
Not related by blood, not in the same household register!
Not Shuangjie! Not Shuangjie! ! Not Shuangjie! ! !
Those who were married got divorced, and those who were in love broke up!
Plain rural pastoral style, slow emotions
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Knowing and doing are one, and you and I should be one.
Some people win laurels in the toad palace, and some people win green in the tea garden.
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There is a laurel tree in the tea garden, which hides her big lie.
Until her mother passed away, the mountains that were holding her down fell one after another, turning them into short graves that were not too high.
Every time she kowtows, she is adding soil to the graveyard in her heart, burying all the future problems bit by bit...
But when she looked up again, she saw the man walking through the crowd and walking towards her, calling out calmly and naturally:
"Auntie."
It has been five years since we said goodbye that night.
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Later, they hid together under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, like they were playing hide-and-seek in childhood.
She heard the man grabbing the tea leaves and shaking them gently, just like he used to pull the corners of her clothes and begging her not to leave, easily drawing a clear line with her:
"Wouldn't it be better to sell the tea garden and give you and me our freedom?"
Concept: Love is not scary, love is like loquat.
