When I was born, there was a red mole on my left arm. The old people said that I had bad luck in life and feared that I would not live to be thirty.
I didn't care, but my parents treated me like fragile porcelain and hid me with tears in their eyes.
When I was sixteen, my parents wanted to betroth me to the eldest son of the Liu family in Beijing, because our families were family friends and they would treat me well.
But I escaped, escaped from the high red wall, escaped from their doting and restraint.
I thought this escape was just a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but later I realized that it was a disaster.
That year, the sky was full of peach blossoms, and the breeze blew through the clear water. The people on the boat sang a long love song, and the melodious flute sound came from the bamboo forest in the distance. He smiled at me under the peach blossom rain, and he was even more intoxicated by this beautiful scenery.
He opened his mouth, as if calling my name, and I rushed over——
^
At that time, when I had a sudden glance, I thought it was an illusory love, but later I realized that this love was engraved in my bones and blood and hidden in my heart.
^
The sea of clouds surged in the distance, the mountains collapsed, and the river flowed backwards. The young man under the peach blossom tree looked at me with a smile and said: "Yu'er..." I ran over -
Hold on to the broken dream.
What I want to say: 1. This article is written in the first person, and there may be a third person or psychological description of the male protagonist.
2. The author's copywriting is useless orz
3. The male and female protagonists knew each other in the previous life.
*Now I am mainly writing another book, "Li Nuo", and I will open this one first. I always write my articles in memos first, but this one will be updated intermittently.
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