Romance is a joke, and the future is determined by marriage.
Arty version: On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, Gu Yingqiao, who had become the Minister of Rites, went home from the court. When he saw that there was no one in the house that was bustling with people, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his back and felt something bad. When he raised his eyes, he saw the man standing under the tree. At that time, there was a morning breeze and an evening moon, and there were flowers in the willow garden on the steps. The two of them were rosy and full of moonlight, and the cold trees were blooming in spring. It turned out to be light, wind, and moon, and it finally reached perfection. Directly to the topic: Gu Yingqiao: "Fengjia, I love you." Zhou Fengjia: "Oh." Gu Yingqiao: "Fengjia, I... Don't be afraid, I will be gentle, I... You... How are you..." Zhou Fengjia: "What's wrong? ?" Gu Yingqiao: "You, you... Why are you a man?" Zhou Fengjia: "I am a man." Gu Yingqiao: "Stay away from me, I am not Duanxiu!" Zhou Fengjia: "That's it."
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