"Well... Your name is like the sun in the sky." The young man looked at the girl with a sweet smile in front of him, and ripples appeared in his heart...
"If I were not Buddha's biological sister, would you still protect me like this?" She looked at him expectantly, but he lowered his head and said nothing. The hope in the girl's eyes was fleeting, her bright eyes were cold, she turned around and said lightly, "I understand..."
Snowflakes fell like cotton wool, and he stood in the courtyard blowing bamboo flutes. She was dressed in red, holding a plum blossom like a fire, dancing with the clear and clear Xiao. He looked at her quietly, and time seemed to have stopped at that moment...
He still remembered the night of the wedding, when she was sitting on the edge of the bed in a snow-white wedding dress, waiting for him to return. Her face was slightly red, her eyes were watery, and she was still as calm and beautiful as when they first met...
He said, "It is said that the Fuxi family used sycamore wood to make the Tianxianqin. Its rhyme penetrates the sky and the sound reaches the mountains and seas. I heard that the Tianxianqin was also a token of love between Fuxi and Nuwa. My wife gave me the jade pendant passed down by my mother-in-law, and I "I remember that Mei Cheng of the Han Dynasty said that the roots of Longmen Tong are half dead and half alive. If you cut them to make a piano, the sound is the most tragic in the world. I have you and my elder brother to love me. There will be no sorrow..."
"Qixuan, wait until I come back..."
Love doesn't know where it started, but it goes deep. Maybe it was deeply planted in the hearts of two people when they first met... In this troubled world, if you can find this kind of true love, you don't dare to ask for anything else. The broken mountains and rivers cannot be worth the love of children.
"Chen Pi, stop it. If you want to touch my brother, kill me first." Chen Pi looked at Qixuan coldly, picked up the dagger in his hand and stabbed Qixuan. A wisp of black hair fell to the ground, "Zhang Qixuan, you are the biological sister of my enemy. From now on, we will be cut off from each other, and we will no longer have any affection."...
You are a fairy living in the clouds, and I am sinking into the dust with my hands stained with blood. Sooner or later, I will go to hell...
Zhang Qixuan, I, Chen Pi, killed my wife and betrayed my master. I have betrayed everyone in the world, but I alone am worthy of you...
I fell deeply in love with the adjutant after watching Lao Jiumen, so I plan to write an adjutant fanfic. For newbies, please give me some advice, but don't criticize me. The female advocate Qixuan is Zhang Dafoye's younger sister. I hope you like it.
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Deng Chu's goal in life is very clear, which is nothing more than to have money, a car and a house. Six years ago, when he filled out the application form for the college entrance examination, he chose economics, the most popular major at the time. Then everything went according to his sister's arrangement. He studied a double degree and took the master's and doctoral degree together. Half a year ago, he went home for the Chinese New Year. His sister mentioned at the dinner table, "It would be perfect if Xiao Chu could get married before graduation." Then Deng Chu took his sister's words to heart and put his marriage on the agenda early.
Zhao Yiyang seemed to be sober at all times in his thirty-one years of life. He knew very well what he should and should not do, when he should do things and when he was not suitable for doing things. One day when he returned home after eating his colleague's child's full-moon wine, he looked at his two-bedroom house and it felt like home except for the mess, and he suddenly realized that he should find a woman.
This is a story about a confused female student in economics and a cold-blooded doctor. The female protagonist is neither a Mary Sue nor a noob nor a monster. The male protagonist is neither pretentious nor scumbag. Our female protagonist is very funny and cute. To put it bluntly, this is how a 96-year-old aunt imagined her life after N years. If you don't like it, don't comment.
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