Small Town Boy

Next I will write "Reading the Red Medicine by the Bridge", please collect it! Copywriting of this article: Wen Yiya escaped from her childhood sweetheart's marriage and came to an ancient city and town thousands of miles away. It was a spring night in March, misty and rainy, and she was penniless when she arrived in the small town. She sat dejectedly under the window eaves of a small shop selling folk handicrafts to take shelter from the rain. It was late at night and the shop owner was preparing to close the shop. Unfortunately, when the window was closed, a few drops of rain fell down the wooden window and hit Wen Yiya on the head. Wen Yiya looked back reflexively and faced the young man standing in front of the window with an apologetic look on his face. "No, I'm sorry." Came the young man's clear voice. Wen Yiya stared at him. In the drizzle and breeze, under the dim lights, he seemed to be a beautiful boy walking out of a painting. The beautiful young man blinked in confusion as he was being stared at. When he saw the drizzle outside getting heavier, he blurted out for some reason, "Gu..." He paused, as if he was nervous and stuttered for a moment because of being stared at. Wen Yiya almost thought he was going to call her aunt. The young man then said, "Girl, do you want to come in and take shelter from the rain?" Girl? Wen Yiya couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this was really an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and misty rain, and the folk customs were really simple! She looked at the handsome and harmless look on the young man's face, and nodded calmly and said, "Okay." …… Later, Wen Yiya ran the small shop with him. The love grows over time, just when the young man is full of longing to hold someone's hand and grow old together, and to grow old with Wen Yiya in this small town... Wen Yiya's childhood sweetheart came to kill him and took Wen Yiya away. The age difference between siblings is 4 years old HE —— Copywriting of "Reading Red Medicine by the Bridge": The first time Hong Yao met the young immortal king with a handsome face and elegant posture and a smile as bright as the spring breeze, it was a severe drought in Yangzhou City. At that time, she was just a peony flower without a human shape beside the Twenty-Four Bridge, or a flower that was about to die due to drought. Seeing that she was pitiful, the immortal king kindly gave her a drop of immortal dew and gave her a channel of immortal energy. Hong Yao was saved by him and survived. From then on, he never forgot the immortal king. Five hundred years later, she finally cultivated into a human form, and for some reason, the Immortal Lord became a poor scholar in the human world, making a living by selling calligraphy and paintings beside the Twenty-Four Bridge every day. Hong Yao would buy his paintings every day, and she also wanted to kidnap him back to marry her. Later, the marriage was consummated, but not long after, the scholar fell in love with him again. Hongyao felt sad about this for a long time and was about to go with him... But she didn't die, she was saved by him again. Seeing him again, Hongyao was happy and excited, but it was a pity that the immortal king didn't seem to recognize her. It doesn't matter, Red Yaoxin said that as long as he is still alive, it will be fine. So she followed him every day and pestered him. The immortal king was so troubled by her that one day he finally got rid of the little flower demon and flew into the sky. But after not seeing him for a day, the aloof Immortal Lord actually had hallucinations before his eyes. He saw the little flower demon in red dancing in front of him and trying to seduce him. He was so angry that he waved his hands in front of his eyes and muttered to himself: "This little fairy is really haunting. I will never admit that I have fallen in love with this little fairy. Hum~ She is just a little flower fairy. I am a fairy in the ninth level of heaven. How can I be so fascinated by her..." The phantom in front of him was dispersed by him, but the real body came again. Hong Yao hugged the young immortal king from behind and laughed loudly, "I heard everything you just said. It turns out you have fallen in love with me a long time ago!" The Immortal Lord in this life is a tough-talking and a bit arrogant guy. He shook his head wildly and said: "I don't, I'm not, I just..." Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was blocked by the red peony flower. The fairy was forced to take a bite of the flower and took a deep breath: Tsk~ This flower is so fragrant! This is a really sweet story. Purpose: Carry forward the traditional culture of the Chinese nation