Yao Xiaoyu: "The South Putuo Temple is still putting on its string-puppet shows, and the sound of drums and gongs keeps drifting over. Between each performance, the silence feels even deeper. I don't know why I love you so much. It's as if, in every quiet moment, I can hear someone softly calling, 'A-Heng, A-Heng.' But seeing how happy you are, I suppose it was worth it."
Zhao Heng: "What night is this, that I should meet the one I love?"
Qiao Yuan: "Heh heh, the Zhao family's little cat? No, no. Before long, he'll be the Qiao family's tiger."
Qiao Yan: "A-Heng, I'm a stranger here. What if something happens to me and I get snuffed out? Wouldn't you be heartbroken? And if you were heartbroken, Lord Qiao definitely wouldn't let me be buried in the family grave!"
Xie Youyu: "Boss Yao, it seems I have to remind you that our Persian cat is a little mongrel..."
Meng Xiyu: "A new flame is just a flame, but an old love is still love."
Ji Nuan: "I am not worthy of being the Zhang family's young mistress."
Zhang Yipeng: "Hahahaha! I've been clearheaded all my life, but when have I ever gotten what I wanted?"
"Artists have already received orders to make covers, and the pictures will be produced within three days [Four Seasons Pavilion Cover Shop]"
Keep up the good work, my writing is becoming more and more mature and fluent. I like this article, take your time, don't be in a hurry, I will keep reading, keep up the good work.
Come on, don't write in a hurry. You don't have to update it every day. You should update it every two or three days, or several times a week. Don't be in a hurry. Just revise it a little after you finish writing.
The exquisiteness of the writing is undeniable, but I always feel that there seems to be a lot that you want to express in these chapters, and there are too many characters. As a result, some details seem not to be handled well, and the description of the characters is not very clear. For example, the specific identity of Yao Xiaoyu is not clear.
Is the writing a little messy?!
Qiao Yan, although there are only a few lines of dialogue about him in this chapter, she fell in love with him deeply. Much like Chong Guang in his childhood, the sunshine in April and May is not dazzling but very warm. Come on!!!
The writing is like the sky in early autumn, with pure white printed on the light blue, walking leisurely and leisurely. And that kind of inadvertent touch is the most heart-warming. Come on.
It seems that I am the first to follow this book. It is my favorite style. Come on ↖(^ω^)↗