Love and freedom
Intention: The most beautiful thing in this life is to put on a wedding dress for you.
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Lanzhou is the quayside bridge.
At the age of 13, he was engaged to be married to his wife Huo Yu, a well-known daughter-in-law. The country was mourning and the family was mourning. The wedding was not consummated. At the age of 17, his father was seriously ill. Lan Zhou was appointed to take charge of the Lan family.
The sky and water in Pamucuo Lake are the same color, and they are in a desperate situation.
Danfeng returned from her parents' home, holding the bench for her youngest son with one hand, and holding a dead branch in the other hand to pull the bench to teach her how to read. Then she pulled up the orchid boat.
Danfeng is also 19 years old.
He is tall and tall, with green temples as green as clouds, skin as white as snow, squinting eyes and a straight nose, a small mouth with water chestnuts and a glutton for moles. He walks like wind and talks as fast as a knife. He has loved dressing up and playing around since he was a child, and his skillful hands at Yunnan embroidery have never failed others. Her natal family had no worries about food and clothing, treated her with kindness, and was so used to it that she didn't know what the world was like. She married her husband at the age of fifteen and nurtured talents. She taught and educated people with a kind heart, and the eight villages in the ten miles were famous far and wide.
Danfeng was unhappy.
Since childhood, Danfeng had imagined that her husband should be as tall as a mountain, with a strong back and strong waist, bright eyes, a rosy complexion, well-educated, and extremely well-educated. However, her husband had a short stature, pockmarked teeth, and a casual appearance, so he was not a good match, which meant that he loved Feng very deeply, and it was hard to reconcile with him in the end.
Danfeng gave birth to a son in the second year of her marriage. In the third year, Yucai suddenly fell ill and passed away. Feng was seventeen years old.
Danfeng is not sad.
My mother-in-law's family has a lot of money, and they have to cultivate talents and work hard. They have a mahogany house, a lot of fertile land, more than a hundred embroidery and spinning workers, and a sweetheart who is young, smart and popular.
Only Danfeng rowed to pull Lan Zhou on board.
How could there be such a person? He seemed to have come out of Danfeng's heart. He looked so perfect for her, like a flash of white light. He was absorbed in his soul at a glance. Danfeng felt like a rabbit in his heart. He unknowingly cut off the dead branch in his hand and secretly made a poisonous oath. As long as there is still breath left, this person must be mine.
Danfeng raised his chin: This lake belongs to our village. Does the county magistrate know that you are standing here? Does the village chief know?
Zhouzuo bowed: Madam, don't panic. I'm Lan Zhou, a person from the capital, who came to meet friends and will leave later.
Feng panicked: No, our village has more than 100 people. We can't let outsiders come and leave at will. You have to go back with me to see the village chief.
Upon hearing this, the bench went up and hugged Lan Zhou's legs.
Feng An exclaimed: For the first time in his life, his son was clever. He went back to add lily meat to his son.
Zhouyou inherited the training from the court, passed down poems and books to his family, and attached great importance to dignity. After entering business, he was treated with courtesy. He had never seen such a battle. He didn't know what to do for a while, so he had to go back to Zhucun with Danfeng.
Danfeng pinched the dead branches all the way, and even thought of the name of the baby he would give birth to. I heard that men in the city love gentle ones. As long as I keep being gentle and kind, I will ensure that he stays.
Zhou followed Feng back to Feng's house. He saw that the house didn't look like a government office. He felt doubtful and bowed outside the door: Madam, where is the village chief?
Danfeng's eyes were raised to the sky: How big an official is the village chief? You can see anything you want. You go in first and I'll ask someone to invite him.
Lan Zhou was speechless.
Danfeng directly led Lan Zhou into the leaky west wing, not believing that Zhou could stay in this room: "You sit down first, I will go and ask the village chief." Turn around and go outside the door and tell the bench loudly: You go call the village chief. He whispered: Go play in the pond at the entrance of the village.
Houfeng informed Lanzhou that the village chief had gone to the county for a meeting and asked Zhou to stay first.
Lan Zhou wondered why the "Village Chief" was obviously because the Danfeng family had a big house and had small laborers to avoid suspicion, so why did the Danfeng family not have any small laborers, and why the three-year-old son was still missing.
My friend Ma Ping wrote a letter. The official of the Lan family is not involved, so I can rest for a while before making further plans.
Lan Zhou thought to himself, this village has beautiful scenery, strong exotic customs, and open folk customs, so it's safe to come here. However, in accordance with the great precautions between men and women, they never shared the same room or food with Danfeng mother and son, and only stayed with her.
Danfeng was anxious.
It was expected that Danfeng had been famous since she was a child, and every man was not stalked by her late husband. She was eager to get her hands on her, and she was in a couple in two or three days. She was alone in a boat, and she did not squint.
A good rain.
Lan Zhou went out to eat, walked around the small courtyard, and played on the bench in the courtyard. Lan Zhou saw Danfeng walking out of the west wing where he lived majestically. The phoenix's eyes looked straight into Lan Zhou's heart, and he straightened his hair as he walked.
Lan Zhou looked at Danfeng carefully and sighed: Oh, she looks pretty good, but she is dressed like my grandma. He was still making a fool of himself, and he couldn't even see it. He said he didn't notice, but his eyes were still fixed on Danfeng as he twisted left and right back to the main room.
Lan Zhou suffered from insomnia, and his six senses were filled with the aura of Danfeng. What was dancing in front of his eyes was the phantom of Danfeng twisting left and right. However, it turned out that Danfeng got under Lan Zhou's bed during the day. Lan Zhou couldn't sleep under this bed.
The spring rain is falling continuously outside the west wing, and the spring rain is dripping inside the west wing. Lan Zhou's heart is like a small boat floating on the lake of Pamucuo, rippling gently.
Lan Zhou didn't dare to look at Dan Feng. Dan Feng became more and more presumptuous and loudly confessed to the bench in front of Zhou: Mr. Lan lives at home, and you don't have to go out of the east chamber except for eating. On a bright spring day, Lan Zhou returned home after dinner and saw Dan Feng standing at the door of the main room wearing only a white coat with the collar wide open. After looking at Zhou, he immediately turned around and returned to the main room. He also opened the door of the main room no wider and left it open all night. Whenever Lan Zhou went out and returned to the west wing, he would definitely find that Lan Feng had gotten under the covers again that day.
Lan Zhou was speechless and became even colder towards Danfeng. Her injuries were getting better, but Danfeng's clothes were getting wider and her body was getting haggard.
Lan Zhou saw it like a thorn in his eyes, a slight pain that could not be ignored.
One day, Lan Zhou woke up from his dream and came out of the house. He saw that the yard was clean and the embroidery pieces all over the yard were fluttering in the wind. He knew that Danfeng had suffered from insomnia again. Recently, there is always a faint sound of brooms in the yard at night, and the lights in the hall are always on all night long. Danfeng's hands are always covered with needle holes, and Danfeng's eyes. Lan Zhou knows that his eyesight is not as good as before. The long eyelashes flutter at Lan Zhou's heart. Lan Zhou thinks to himself, am I crazy? Why are the sad eyes full of red bloodshot eyes falling on my heart.
Lan Zhou did not go out to eat. He held a cup of Pu'er in his hand, grinding the rim of the cup carefully with his fingers. He walked out of the kitchen and saw Danfeng chopping vegetables carefully and carefully. In the capital city in the 1920s and 1930s, Western style was everywhere, and young ladies and ladies had already prospered in singing and dancing. Only this small ancient village still suppressed the souls of women who were shouting hoarsely.
In an instant, Lan Zhou actually wanted to marry her.
It's the way to go to Danfeng.
Lan Zhou broke his rule of not sharing the same room with women, walked into the kitchen and said softly: If you kiss me, I will stay.
Lan Zhou's eyes are burning and affectionate. He walks towards you in your own way and asks you in a language you can understand. "Are you happy?"
Danfeng stiffened instantly, turned around, clutched the apron with both hands, her fingers turned white, her whole body was trembling, she felt suffocated, gasping for air as if she was on the verge of death, her eyes widened, staring at Lan Zhou as if she was on the verge of death.
Lan Zhou's heart was filled with sweetness. He recalled Dan Feng's proud and coquettish attitude when they first met. He imitated Dan Feng's usual attitude and turned around and pretended to leave. Lan Feng immediately stepped forward and grabbed Lan Zhou's belt with both hands. He lowered his head like a mosquito and whispered: I can't, please.
Even though Danfeng had always been fierce, women in the village still couldn't take the initiative to get close to their sweetheart.
Lan Zhou pushed Danfeng onto the pile of firewood and kissed her carefully. Never before had Danfeng been treated with such tender affection and affection. Her heart was in a daze and her whole body was trembling.
Lan Zhou thought to himself, there are countless sweet dates in the capital, and how many women in the ancient villages know love and know themselves? He felt more pity for Danfeng and blurted out: "My neck is so white, I wonder if my feet are also this white."
Danfeng was afraid that she would leave if Bai Lanzhou didn't want her anymore. He quickly grabbed Lan Zhou's hand and answered obediently: "Yes."
Lan Zhou had an aloof status in the clan and was guarded tightly by his grandmother and mother. He had never seen a woman's feet.
White is really white.
Danfeng's little feet were soaked in the wooden basin. They were cute and pitiful. They were as bright as the moon in the candlelight.
Lan Zhou took off his shoes and wanted to bathe his feet together. Danfeng hurriedly took out his feet: How can a man wash his feet with a woman? I'll wipe it up and get you some clean water.
Lan Zhou held down Danfeng's body with his left hand as he was about to get up, pressed down with his feet as Danfeng's feet were about to come out of the basin, and took out an oval piece of foreign food with his right hand. On it was a Western beauty with curly hair, round temples, and a ring of pearls, and slowly placed it on Danfeng's feet: You are not a woman, you are my lover.
Spouse.
Danfeng is engraved in my heart.
What is a lover?
Danfeng didn't know.
Danfeng thought to herself that it was different from her husband.
Danfeng often muttered, I am not a woman, I am his lover, so, is he a man?
Obviously, Lan Zhou is not.
Lan Zhou is industrious, does not distinguish between grains, cannot fight with others, and can only read and write.
Occasionally, I write the account book for Danfeng Tengyu, and the calligraphy in his hand is really iron and silver.
Just iron painted with silver hook.
If the house leaks, it won't be repaired, and the parents will not understand.
Even so, Danfeng accepted it and gave up.
He went to the village chief and naturalized Lan Zhou on his own initiative, and married him on his own initiative.
Lan Zhou didn't know that he was married.
The village notified the Danfeng family that the yamen was recruiting embroidery workers, and every household had to provide embroidery workers. Danfeng was a leader in embroidery in the village, and he had to lead the embroidery workers to the county for half a year.
Danfeng was so reluctant to leave and couldn't help but say it. Watching Lan Zhou reading under the lamp, I felt resentful. If I don't leave you, you don't know how to miss me.
Early the next morning, we left without saying goodbye.
Lan Zhou was dumbfounded.
The bench ran up and hugged Lan Zhou's legs: Mr. Lan, my mother said, let me look at you, let me tell you that the big girls and young wives in the village are not as good-looking as she is, hardworking, literate, good at embroidery, and good at quarreling. I want you to understand that we have everything at home, food is given to us, clothes are collected and washed, and we are told not to go out for the past six months. Mom makes a lot of money outside and will give you nice things when she comes back.
Fengzhai is locked. From the outside, the lock is so big that I can't wait to compete with Leifeng Pagoda.
Danfeng was in the county town and had an eye. It turns out there are so many good embroidery people, and so many good-looking girls.
Danfeng had insomnia, thinking about Lan Zhou, the people who missed Lan Zhou, and the heart that missed Lan Zhou, were they still here?
I thought that Lan Zhou was originally a salesman, walking around the streets, and had seen so many girls. The older girls and younger daughters-in-law in the village secretly talked about Lan Zhou every day, and he quarreled with them all day long, and never finished it. I also remembered that Feng Zhai often picked up love letters written by the older girls and younger daughters-in-law, with bold and explicit words. When he went out to work, Lan Zhou picked up a lot.
Lan Zhou picked it up. He picked up a lot every day. The content was bold and explicit, but it was not about himself. It was about Danfeng and Xiaogong.
Lan Zhou had this heart problem from the first day he was with Dan Feng.
Lanzhou, an innocent young man, fell in love with a widow, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Thinking of her sultry look, I don't know how many men she has slept with, and I don't know how many men she has slept with in that bed. She is a person who is accustomed to informality. In the county town, she has no neighbors or relatives to pay attention to her, so she is becoming more and more dissolute.
Danfeng didn't. On the day she was pinned to the firewood pile by Lan Zhou, Lan Zhou whispered in her ear: If you dare to have another man again, I will never want you again.
These words were like thunder, and every time Lanzhou was silent, Danfeng couldn't stop feeling anxious.
How dare Danfeng.
A kind of lovesickness, suffering in two places, wild geese flying back and forth in the sky.
Three months later, a population census was conducted in the village. The village chief informed the clan leader to order someone to open the lock of Feng's house and asked Lan Zhou to help register.
After four months, the county sent someone to ask Lan Zhou to come to the Yamen to temporarily write the document, and the county magistrate Ma Ping benefited from his old friend.
One day, Lan Zhou and Ma Ping were wandering around the medicinal materials market. Ma Ping asked, Brother Lan, would you like to play a little game and take charge of this?
After Lanzhou thought about it, Quan decided to take over the market for fun.
Yue Lanzhou bought the only three-story building in the county and opened a business.
First there were girls and wives from the market, and later girls and wives from the county were constantly shuttling in and out of the shop.
Whenever asked about his relatives, Lan Zhou was at a loss for words. Are you married? I don't know. Do you have a sweetheart? She? I have been out of contact for a few months, and I am afraid that I will be disturbed by others and forget to leave.
Fire and water are intertwined, and Lan Zhou becomes even more hurt.
Passing by Pamucuo Lake, my eyes got wet when I looked at the lake. A grown man, thinking about a woman until tears burst into his eyes, thinking about her so much. Looking at myself in the water, I am as tall as a mountain, with a strong back and a strong back, a rosy face, and sparkling eyes. When I was a child in Kaimeng, I inherited the glory of my family, and the capital was beautiful and beautiful, and I was attracted by it like a bird. Even if I concealed my identity and avoided the Yunnan merchants, it was only a month, and I was still in the limelight. But now I am hurting myself for a woman.
Thinking about his younger brother's trust, the lawsuit is looming, and he can return to Kyoto in his later years. His father is sick and his mother is worried, but he has no intention to shoulder the heavy responsibility of being a son. How embarrassing it is.
Lan Zhou made up his mind and returned to Zhucun.
Zhucun is leisurely and time-consuming. Lanzhou is facing the bench in the courtyard. It is learned that Danfeng will return to the village within ten days after the completion of the construction period. Lan Zhou was impatient and wrote a letter: "I love you dearly as if we had met each other. Do you want to eat?" Liquor? Danfeng was overjoyed when he received the letter, and lamented that he had been indifferent to that man for half a year. Although his heart was like gnawing at thousands of ants, he wished he could scratch the wall every night, and finally forced the man to take the right path and revolve around him. Unfortunately, the letter was too plain to reflect my burning feelings for that person, and I felt resentful for a moment. Reply: If you want to go back to your parents' home, you can do it yourself. I thought to myself, if he writes to me again asking for help, I will go to the ends of the earth, heaven and earth, without saying a word.
Lan Zhou did not reply.
When Danfeng's work period was over, he returned to his parents' home and returned to Feng's house. There were only benches in the house, delicious food and wine, and a cold face to the clear moon.
Only then did Danfeng realize that Lan Zhou was not all industrious. He actually cooked a good dish and the dish was cold.
Lan Zhou returned to the county town and started a business. He kept silent all day long and resumed business. He studied hard day and night and ran the business with great fanaticism. A small medicinal material market in the border town is booming, and officials and merchants from Linxian County are paying attention.
Lan Zhou felt like he was alive.
Once you are alive, you don't want to die again.
Danfeng is already behind her head.
Danfeng panicked, thinking that Lan Zhou was so busy working as a clerk in the county? He didn't even have time to reply to his letters. With his big mahogany house, his more sophisticated embroidery skills, and the good colors sought after by the workers, Lan Zhou felt relieved, but Dan Feng couldn't sit still.
A month later, he took the initiative to write to Lan Zhou to please Lan Zhou and said that he had passed by Pamucuo Lake with a bench a few days ago and asked if he could get his salary? Do you have enough money? Stone sinks into the sea.
Danfeng caressed the things left behind by Lan Zhou, thinking about her voice and smile, sitting and talking, staying awake at night, cooking more and more towards Lan Zhou's light taste. Although she had never given in to Lan Zhou before, she only insisted on asking Lan Zhou to eat spicy food, and painted Lan Zhou's iron painting with a silver hook. When she opened the account page, there was a phoenix flower with an orchid drawn by Lan Zhou in the lower right corner of the page.
Thinking about Lan Zhou, who is industrious, does not distinguish between grains, and loves good food and clothing, will the money earned by the yamen clerk be enough? There will be enough food at the end of the month, and if the weather is cold, can you buy more clothes?
Thinking that Lanzhou would always be silent and cold because of his mischief, and he was also very strong inside.
That's what to do.
Five months later, in late autumn and nearly winter, there was a heavy rain and the west wing collapsed.
As if Danfeng had found a treasure, she was overjoyed and couldn't hide her laughter. She walked as fast as the wind to write a letter: The house collapsed, come back and repair it quickly.
Lan Zhou didn't reply or come back. He came back with the best masons and carpenters in the county. He repaired the house solidly and reinforced the whole house. Danfeng lay on the bed and cried all night.
What she wanted was not a house. She cried for a while, then looked up at the corner of the wall where Lan Zhou had patched up the house in an unflattering manner. After crying, she read again, and then cried again. The more she cried, the sadder she became, and she cried all night long.
Lan Zhou and Ma Ping were having tea at the Yamen, and Ma Ping asked: Are you still alone? Lan Zhou grinded the rim of the cup carefully: I have one, and I can marry her at any time, but I haven't decided yet.
Lan Zhou once thought so well that even if Danfeng was not a match for him in the world, he had even asked his parents to build a house outside the family. He thought to himself that if the clan refused, it would be a pity to leave the clan and be expelled from the clan. It would not be difficult for the family to surpass the original clan with his own efforts and hard work in business. Moreover, with his current status in the clan, having married in a prestigious marriage, and had a long-lasting beauty, there was nothing to fear.
However, from that day on, when he wanted to express his true feelings to Danfeng and ask for marriage, he was unable to face the courtyard. After he could not bear to run away, he began to have bad thoughts.
Bench received letters all day long, with crooked fonts, and the content was definitely not Danfeng's instruction. Most of them were journals, recording the daily life of mother and child. Danfeng read, wrote, and drew again today; Danfeng went to Pamucuo Lake today, and when she came back, she was picked up by the sister-in-law of the next village. He scolded her without replying, and went back to the house and stayed behind closed doors; a new rouge came from the shop next door, and the waiter called Danfeng, but Danfeng didn't open the door, and didn't go to see him; Danfeng miscalculated the account today, and lost money; Danfeng burned the small whitebait today, without adding chili pepper, and it didn't touch it at all. Lan Zhou recalled that when he lived in Feng's house and was not with Feng, he would often order small whitebait at restaurants outside. After a while, everyone in the neighborhood knew that Lan Zhou didn't like eating small whitebait, but rather his mother who was far away.
One sadness and two worries are like the plague on Pamucuo Lake in autumn, which cannot be seen clearly.
Great epidemic in Diancheng.
Lan Zhou quickly returned to the village.
Full of food, clothing, and medicinal materials.
Pushing open the door, my eyes were looking for Danfeng.
I saw Danfeng slowly walking out of the west wing room after sleeping under the quilt. Lan Zhou didn't see Lan Zhou. Lan Zhou looked at Danfeng carefully and sighed: Oh, she looks pretty good, but she is dressed like my grandma. She also coquettishly put a circle of pearls on her bun that were the same as those worn by Western women. They were neither fish nor fowl, twisted left and right, and it was almost invisible. Disgusted, he dragged Danfeng into the main room and locked the door firmly from the inside.
What a big lock, I can't wait to compete with Leifeng Pagoda.
In Zhou's arms.
After being lost and found again, Danfeng had never been so happy. She felt that everything was right in heaven and on earth. I will never quarrel with the older girls and younger wives. Their men are not as good as mine, how pitiful they are. When the epidemic is over, as long as Lan Zhou opens his mouth, I will, I will... What will I do? I am willing to give up everything and be with him all the time, never to be separated again. Also, Lanzhou is homesick. As long as he is willing, I will go back to his hometown with him. No matter how poor and troubled his family is, I like his family and care about him all the time. I will never be too loud to him. I must have a good temper. She cleans his yard diligently, washes his clothes diligently, burns small whitebait for him diligently, and gives birth to a son for him. How much Danfeng wants to give Lan Zhou a son. That son must be like Lan Zhou, tall as a mountain, with a strong back and waist, rosy face, bright eyes, smart, good at reading books, and good calligraphy and painting with silver hooks.
Because of Lanzhou's death, the whole village was on guard, and the warehouses were full of food, clothing, and medicinal materials, and the whole family was happy.
Fengzhai is unhappy.
Things have changed since Lanzhou returned home.
Lan Zhou's heart grew bigger, and he was always thinking about the business in the county. He exchanged letters with Ma Ping and other gangsters, talked with the village chief, and often turned a blind eye to Danfeng and Bench. Danfeng couldn't understand Lan Zhou and didn't dare to tell her. Since she lost contact with Lan Zhou for several months, Dan Feng was very afraid. Lan Zhou was the guide, hope and direction in Dan Feng's heart, which was the most important thing in her heart. She worried about it day and night, thinking about it all the time but unable to put it into words. Dan Feng found that she had always been invincible. It was only when others stuck to her that she was so annoyed that she reluctantly accepted herself. Facing Lan Zhou, she couldn't speak, couldn't think about things, and couldn't control her hands and feet. She was very scared.
Lan Zhou was very annoyed.
Business in the capital was temporarily in stalemate due to being involved in major yamen disputes, business in the county was deteriorating due to the epidemic, and merchants were struggling to survive. The villagers in Zhucun Village had to deal with the situation every day due to the outbreak of the epidemic.
Danfeng's endless complaints about the shortcomings of his parents, the daughter's sorrow, did not serve as his interest in showing a man's heart, but instead became a burden, which was extremely annoying.
Spending her whole day buried in the closed courtyard, sitting in the well and looking at the sky, Lan Zhou wanted to go back to Beijing.
If he returns to Beijing, where will Danfeng be?
Think hard and let her do it! After wasting time, Lan Zhou realized clearly that he had missed Danfeng. Looking at the house he built for Dan Feng, he thought about Dan Feng's dislike at the beginning; watching the bench grow up day by day, he gradually understood the difference between right and wrong and no longer hugged his legs; looking at himself in the mirror, he had become the tired look of a country farmer, Lan Zhou could see clearly.
If Danfeng is willing to marry, I will marry her willingly. If she doesn't want to, then let her do it.
Right and left, just waiting for God's will.
The epidemic has dispersed, the county is still closed, Lan Zhou is still idle at home, and Danfeng goes to the village embroidery workshop to resume work. After a few days, Lan Zhou was shocked to notice the changes in Dan Feng.
Danfeng loved to dress up again, lingering in the rouge shop, sitting at the entrance of the village without going home, joking and quarreling with the older girls and younger wives, her eyes sultry.
This breath does not belong to Lan Zhou.
Lan Zhou knew in his heart that this must belong to another man, another young and lively man who perhaps he had never met before.
Lan Zhou's heart was as sharp as a knife, day and night.
Danfeng was very proud of the spring breeze.
Who wouldn't say that Danfeng is beautiful and has superb skills. There is an elegant and wealthy businessman in her family, and there is also a young and handsome new worker in the embroidery workshop who keeps her company every day.
Danfeng was sought after for a long time, and the familiar feeling made her intoxicated and unable to extricate herself. Seeing the boy obsessed with her, seeing the boy crazy for her, seeing the boy working for her regardless of the cost, she felt the heaven and earth that originally belonged to her.
As for Lan Zhou, Lan Zhou didn't know.
Lan Zhou is in the yard, and the worker is in the embroidery workshop.
Danfeng had been lonely in Lanzhou for too long, and she longed for warmth too much. She looked at Xiaogong's devotion to her coldly, and she felt a strange sense of balance in her heart, thinking that this was the right thing to do.
To compare with Xiao Gong, who loves me more, I love Lan Zhou more. If the worker loves himself more, he should leave Lan Zhou alone. If he loves Lan Zhou more, and the worker loves him too, then he should be willing to go to Lan Zhou's place.
Danfeng even had the delusion that she wanted to take Xiao Gong to Lan Zhou to show off: Look, this could have been yours, and the one who did this with me could have been yours.
Lan Zhou received the letter that his old father was critically ill and the arrow was ready.
We met Danfeng for lunch and were speechless. Lan Zhou was shocked to realize that he and Danfeng had been speechless for several days. He actually didn't want to talk to Danfeng anymore. When did he not want to talk to Danfeng? Before, when I saw a butterfly when I went out, I would rush to tell Danfeng about it. Why, for such a big thing, I should tell Danfeng the most, but I didn't want to tell Danfeng about it anyway. Thinking of this, I can't bear the shock and sadness. I can probably predict everything about Danfeng's funeral. The last straw is not far away, and I don't know when it will fall.
Danfeng compared the young worker's crazy confession to her earlier, and looked at Lanzhou's cold expression, and became very angry: Are there any women who are shopkeepers in the city? Lan Zhou's heart felt like a knife piercing his heart, and he took a few deep breaths: No, I didn't pay attention. Danfeng Sapo screamed loudly: Is it available in the Lan family store? Lan Zhou was heartbroken: No, I will tell you in advance. Danfeng was very proud: Of course, you eat my food and live in my house, your limbs are not working hard, you don't distinguish between grains, and you don't dress up. You are getting older. How can you compare with the young men in the village? You can't even repair a house, so you have to stand at the counter. Of course you have to speak and listen to me.
I feel secretly embarrassed in my heart, I know you have no one else, but no matter how proud you are, you still don't treat me well.
Lan Zhou felt that he was about to die. He was sitting by the gate smoking in the dark night. The widow next door picked at the crack of the door and said: Mr. Lan, Danfeng has someone else. My house is bigger than hers. I can also take care of your food and drink, but my color is not as good as hers. I don't think you are old. Will you be with me?
Lan Zhou replied sadly: Thank you, madam.
Widow next door: It's okay, Mr. Lan, you don't want to be nice to me, but I'm still willing to be nice to you. Do you think Mr. Lan is homesick? Don't feel bad. The epidemic is slowly getting better. When the county is unsealed, letters will be sent, and the carriages will be very fast. Mr. Lan should go home and see the old man.
Lan Zhou was so heart-warmed that he shed tears, but he was actually lonely.
They chatted until dawn like this.
There is no harm if there is no comparison. Looking back on the three years since I have known Danfeng, there has been no such smooth communication in these three years, not even once.
It rained heavily.
How many tears to wash away.
In the past, Lan Zhou didn't know how miserable he was, but today, he knows. Looking at the gradually growing golden edge around the clouds, I feel as if I have been in prison for three years. I am in the cell, unaware of the darkness, and a beam of light hits the window, and I can no longer tolerate a trace of darkness.
The yard was clean, the bench was almost six years old, and it was still not fun to play in the yard. A handsome new worker from the embroidery workshop came into the kitchen and whispered to Danfeng before leaving. This was the first time a man had entered Fengzhai after Lanzhou came. Lanzhou sat in front of the main room and smoked, watching a leaf falling flutteringly in front of his eyes, like a straw. The sun is about to set, the yard is about to turn dark, the night is bottomless, and dinner is about to begin, what will Danfeng say? Lan Zhou was very scared, really scared, afraid that Danfeng would say something that he couldn't stand again. Seeing that the cigarette was about to be finished, Lan Zhou took a long sip, stopped smoking, threw it to the ground, stepped on the cigarette butt, opened the door with a bamboo hat and walked out, like an arrow leaving the string. A voice from the bench behind me said: Mom, Mr. Lan is out. There was no reply from Danfeng. After a moment, Danfeng was shocked and ran to the gate to see that the road was empty. He immediately turned around and started beating the bench hard. Lan Zhou burst into tears listening to Danfeng scolding the bench loudly and the bench crying getting louder and louder. She never takes a bench. She has a big temper, but she never spanks her children. The sound of Fengzhai gradually faded away, and Lan Zhou returned to the capital in the night rain.
Lan Zhou left, and Dan Feng was stunned.
Danfeng didn't understand why Lan Zhou left without fighting with her, asking the village chief to mediate the conflict with her, or even saying a harsh word.
In one day, Danfeng became a joke in the village. Her man always disappeared suddenly, either dead or gone. He was having dinner with her the day before, but he was gone the next day.
Danfeng sat under the oil lamp and picked her hands, wondering.
The worker came at night and finally got on Danfeng's bed as he wished, urging Danfeng to blow out the lamp. Danfeng got up to blow out the lamp and looked back at the bed. He was surprised to see the worker. Where was Lan Zhou?
Lan Zhou is gone, Lan Zhou is gone, Lan Zhou is gone!
Danfeng couldn't stand it if he didn't blow the lamp, thinking about it, he was a small worker, not Lan Zhou, why not Lan Zhou. It was better to blow it out. After blowing out the lamp, Danfeng still couldn't stand it. She always felt that the person was Lan Zhou, and the oil lamp went back and forth for a while. The little worker was annoyed, but Danfeng couldn't stand it anymore. On a rainy night, I ran to Pamucuo Lake. The thunder in the sky mixed with Lan Zhou's voice: "If you dare to have another man again, I will never want you again" and jumped into the lake.
Danfeng was rescued.
The doctor said that she was already two months pregnant.
Suddenly there was something to talk about in the village again. The eldest girls and the young wives all speculated who it was, and it became even more noisy.
Danfeng had a hard time arguing, so he didn't argue anymore. Who else could it belong to? Who else could he have seen since the moment he saw it at Pamucuo Lake? Only then did Danfeng understand that no one in the village would believe it, no one would believe it anymore.
Lan Zhou left, but Dan Feng didn't feel it when he was there. After Lan Zhou left, Dan Feng knew that there would never be a man as smart, capable, and responsible as Lan Zhou. He was good at calligraphy, painting, and silver hooks, not to mention his appearance. He was so charming that he wanted to pounce on him at first glance, and wanted to pounce hard every time he looked at him.
It would be great if Lan Zhou was here, then he could see how hard I worked to keep my child, and how hard it was to get in. Even if I couldn't tolerate myself in the village and shut myself up, I would still stay.
It would be great if Lan Zhou was here. I would crawl to the kitchen to cook small whitebait for him.
If only Lan Zhou was here, I would rather never speak again and remain mute for the rest of my life.
Danfeng lingering fell ill and no one wanted to treat him, but the county magistrate Ma Ping came to Fengzhai.
The county magistrate said that Lanzhou people were like yellow cranes, throwing down a three-story building. The gold, silver and bills were not settled. The house deed and bills were registered in Danfeng's name and was registered in Danfeng's family. Seeing Danfeng's orphaned and widowed mother, Ming Tiao Ze, her descendants settled the bill, and left ten boxes of things before leaving, saying they belonged to Lan Zhou in the small building.
Ten boxes of belongings were piled in the west compartment, and Danfeng didn't dare to look at them.
The villagers learned that the county magistrate came to Zhucun and found Lan Zhou, a man from the Danfeng family, who was naturalized. The man from the Danfeng family was capable and bought the best house in the county, which the family could not afford. The rumors disappeared instantly and no one mentioned it again.
Danfeng regained her motivation, added more food and clothing, and recovered in more than a month. She stroked her gradually swollen belly and thought, God bless him with a son. He must be like Lan Zhou, as tall as a mountain, with a strong back and waist, a ruddy face, bright eyes, smart, good at reading books, and good handwriting and calligraphy skills.
It's rainy season again, and it rains heavily.
The west wing is leaking again. Why does the west wing always leak? Could it be that there is Cui Yingying in every west wing?
Danfeng looked at the ten boxes of things with her eight-month-old belly.
With phoenix crown and harem, hairpin and pearl ring, rouge and gouache, it is so beautiful.
There was a marriage certificate pressed on it, as red as blood.
Preface:
Qingqing, I love birds, Pamucuo Lake, seeing you is like fire, I am Qingqing, every inch of my heart is crazy, I want to see each other in the sun, and we are affectionate together at night. I don't know, Qingqing, are you willing to marry me? In this life, I will give you a wedding dress, and I will go home with you. I have green temples and white hair, and my heart is as iron as iron, and I will never care about her.
Danfeng hated herself so much that she beat her chest desperately and fell slumped on the bed. Que'er, Que'er, it's the murmurings of a lover who was shy when others were in love, but now, no one can say it anymore.
The child is gone.
Danfeng has lost her soul and thoughts. She is haggard day by day and heartbroken every night.
Being locked up in the house and living in the west wing for a long time, the marriage certificate gradually turned yellow, getting wet and dry again, and drying and getting wet again.
Year after year, youth faded away, Ma Ping took the bench and went to school in the county town. People came and went in the three-story small building in the county town, and the rent was quite generous. Over the years, Danfeng's family had been looked after by Ma Ping, and they were decent and well-off.
Bench, who settled in the county seat, received a message from the village chief that Danfeng was critically ill. He hurried back to the village and saw Danfeng lying in the west wing. His whole body was tense, his eyes were wide, his hands were clenched, and he could not stop shaking. The bench burst into tears: Mom, please relax a little faster, relax a little and take good care of yourself, I will take you out of the village. Danfeng replied angrily: No. The bench said urgently: I will take you out of the village to find Mr. Lan. This is someone the bench has not dared to mention since he was six years old. Danfeng said slowly: Lan Zhou. Such an ancient name seemed to crawl out of the grave of time and gripped Danfeng's neck, making her unable to breathe.
Lan'an Bridge's sixtieth birthday shocked the capital, and all the big businessmen from the chamber of commerce were invited. After three rounds, we moved to the hall to talk. Lan Anqiao winked, and the steward stepped forward: Dear gentlemen, Mr. Lan Anqiao has something to say. Please take a seat. Lan Anqiao said slowly: Dear relatives and friends, since Gan Qiao entered business at the age of 17, thanks to the praises of all the aristocratic families, I have been deeply impressed. Gan Qiao is already sixty, and his son Lan Yuan, who is somewhat mature, is nearly thirty. The quayside bridge has been feeling a little powerless recently. Now the Lan family business name and clan leader are awarded to Lan Yuan. From then on, Lan'anqiao went into seclusion, served the Buddha, and never came out of the world again.
Everyone was astonished, but relieved, thinking that Lan Yuan was better than his predecessor, and could be called an unparalleled business wizard. If he had not studied business abroad, he would have inherited the family business long ago.
After the handover was completed, only the clan members were left. Lan'anqiao called Ma Ping to come forward and sit together on a bench. He held a silver pot and poured tea for Ma Ping: I haven't seen you for more than thirty years, and my little widow... Showed a charming and naive figure, and poured tea absentmindedly. Everyone is impressed. Everyone knows that Lan Anqiao and his wife Huo Yu are in love with each other. They are a couple of gods and gods, with gold and silver all over the place. They are close to each other and never look at each other. Is this happening? How can you be so open-minded about it in the world... Ma Ping: Now you are also famous and profitable, with a family full of descendants. If people are like this, what else can I ask for? Lan Anqiao ignored this: Not only that, my lover also loves me very much. I was 19 years old that year, and she was also 19 years old. She stood there by the Pamucuo Lake, like a torch. At that time, I had not entered the world of mortals, so I didn't know it. Now that I think about it, I gave her my heart at the first sight... After saying this, I lowered my head and chuckled to myself. Then he said: She also tricked me into living in her house. After I finished eating the little whitebait, I turned around to the small courtyard and played on the bench in the courtyard. She actually walked out of the west wing where I lived in a grand manner. The west wing where I lived had been leaking for years, but the quilt was warm and fragrant every day. Her phoenix eyes stared straight at me, and she even arranged her bun as she walked. I took a closer look at her and couldn't help but sigh: Oh, she looks pretty good, but she is dressed like my grandma. He was still making a fool of himself, and he couldn't even see it. He said he didn't notice, but he still watched her twisting and turning back to the main room. My heart also followed her into the house. Then, I saw a worker leaning on the wall and looking into her room. I wanted to kill him. After speaking, her right hand touched the red string on her left wrist. It was dismantled from her embroidery pieces in the courtyard that year. It was strung with the pearls she had lost near her bun and had been with her for more than thirty years.
Danfeng doesn't know these things. She is not used to settling accounts. How can she know if she loses everything and even a pearl.
Just like Danfeng didn't know about it, no one except her mother knew about this name boat. In the whole world, apart from her mother, she was the only one who knew it and could call it out.
Danfeng didn't even know that there was a house in the capital city on the horizon. It was built more than 30 years ago. It was built in the style of Dian City. It was uninhabited. The door was locked with such a big lock, as if it wanted to compete with Leifeng Pagoda.
That night, the phoenix boat returned together, enjoying only sixty years of spring and autumn.
Two
A hundred years later.
Zhucun has a champion.
The number one scholar is called Danfeng.
Danfeng was tall and tall when she was young, with hair like splashing ink, squinting eyes and a straight nose, a small mouth with water chestnuts and a glutton for moles. She walked like wind and spoke as fast as a knife. She loved dressing up, eating and playing since she was a child, and she was very good at reading.
Danfeng is not happy, Danfeng thinks she is evil.
In fact, it's not even black, it's a bit more yellow among boys.
But Danfeng was so worried that every time she looked at her feet, how could she see someone so dark?
Danfeng's family is also worried to death. Not only do they have to provide for Danfeng to study, but they also need to provide Danfeng with fruits. They can eat whatever fruits they want to whiten their skin. Eating fruits is scary to death, and they spend money so fast.
There have been matchmakers in the village since junior high school, but Danfeng ignored her. Everyone said that Danfeng was high-spirited. Danfeng had a bad temper in her heart, and she had been holding back that she wanted to go to the capital, know the most words, meet the most people, wear the best clothes, and eat the best fish.
At the age of nineteen, Danfeng easily entered Qingbei as the top scorer in the Yunnan Province College Entrance Examination. The village was very lively seeing each other off.
During her freshman year, Danfeng played basketball at night. Danfeng never played during the day, which was something she was determined not to do. I saw a figure by the lake, petite and graceful, walking like a snake and wincing.
Danfeng walked up to her, thinking that she must conquer her.
Her name is Xiaogong, she is eighteen years old, and she comes from a remote mountain village like Danfeng. She only has an aura of aloofness and wants to remain in the bustling world.
Danfeng likes Xiaogong, she is sweet. They flirted like crazy, they knew each other for three days and they arranged to go on a trip together. When they came back, Li Ying was already a couple.
Three years later, Danfeng was promoted to a master's degree and Xiaogong was employed.
In another three years, Danfeng was promoted to a doctorate and Xiaogong started his own business.
In two years, Xiao Gong left, but Danfeng didn't stay, and he didn't feel it anyway.
Danfeng was unhappy because he couldn't give women a more generous life, and he couldn't even keep the woman he liked.
Work on projects even more crazily.
Nine years later, Danfeng was above everyone in the professional field and only ranked below his mentor.
During this period, love was on and off, serious and transitional, as fast as the wind, crossing the river, but I never thought about getting married. I could go out and have fun, and leave as soon as I got married. There are always women sticking to me, it's so annoying that I just have to obey him, and I feel even more empty after being together.
After a good spring rain, Danfeng was invited to negotiate for a job at the Institute of Virology. The Institute of Virology is located by Ye Lake and has unique scenery.
There were many wards in the experimental group. Danfeng was bored for a while and followed the team leader around. He entered Ward 2 and broke his pen.
Danfeng saw a person, no, he saw light.
This beam of light is about 175cm tall, with cloud-like hair, skin as white as snow, protruding front and back, and its breath is like an orchid blowing to Danfeng's heart.
When Guang turned around, Danfeng saw two black grapes under his eyebrows and two big peaches under his collarbone. No, big peaches were about to come out.
Danfeng was thirsty and dumbfounded.
This beam of light was speechless.
I am a sick person, infected with a life-threatening virus, wearing a zombie-like hospital gown, and thinking about how to die comfortably. Facing the door of the ward at a 90-degree angle, he sensed a swarm of people coming towards him from the corner of his eye. Before he could turn around to say hello, the leader seemed to pounce on him, making him so angry that the beam of light wanted to beat him to death.
Danfeng was used to walking fast, so she accidentally walked in front of the team leader and became the leader.
Team leader Fox, withdrew.
Danfeng was left alone with her legs welded in place, unable to recover, and secretly vowed: As long as I still have breath, I must possess her.
A pair of phoenix eyes turned back and forth, and she was thinking, if she knows who I am, she will kneel down and cling to me crazily. If she is willing to cling to me crazily, I will reluctantly be pushed down. Seeing that she was in the prime of her childbearing years, and she got pregnant over and over again, I had to reluctantly accept it. After having many more babies after going back and forth, I needed to change to a bigger house.
Danfeng felt that it was necessary to find a way to buy a courtyard in the capital.
Well! She seemed to be inactive and unable to distinguish between grains and grains. She had to take care of her. She gave birth to five, six, seven or eight children. She had to take care of the babies at home, so there was no need to go out to meet people. I couldn't help but feel happy when I thought about it. As long as she kneels down to thank the Lord for His grace, I am willing to give her money. I will buy a lock later, a big one, one that can compete with Leifeng Pagoda.
This beam of light got into the bed silently. What should the dying person be afraid of? Should he still be flattered? What's more, the leader looks like a ghost. He seems to be more seriously ill than himself. I guess the medicine is not good for him.
Danfeng suddenly felt the cold wind in spring and summer, and Xi Xi needed a bed. His eyes turned into X-rays for a second, and he saw Lan Zhou's waist through the quilt. He looked at how that waist fit his hands so well. It was amazing. I glanced at bed number 1314 Lanzhou, with a handwritten signature and an iron painting on a silver hook. Engraved in my heart. My mind kept running at high speed until all the children went to college, leaving only me and Lan Zhou in the courtyard, doing this, this, that, endlessly, wandering back to the conference room.
He browsed the website over and over again, but couldn't find any article about Lan Zhou. What should I do? I can neither ask her for advice nor teach her. What should I do?
If one plan fails, another plan will be made.
Danfeng won't leave.
He said he would stay and do the project.
Viruses naturally don't want what they want.
From then on, Lanzhou was bumped into by Danfeng again and again, and they got into fights again and again.
Lan Zhou was very tired and didn't understand where he had offended his ancestor. Unable to withstand the increasingly frequent conflicts, he left the virus laboratory.
Danfeng was very depressed.
She had to call every week to pretend to ask about various indicators and medication reactions. Sometimes Lan Zhou answered the phone, and sometimes someone else answered. Every time Lan Zhou answered, Danfeng was so nervous that she stammered and could only say um.
Ex-girlfriend Xiao Gong came on a business trip again and asked Danfeng to meet at the hotel. Danfeng was scared to death. Danfeng didn't know why she was so scared. She was scared to death. After breaking up, we often see each other, only for romance, regardless of love or hate. Why am I so afraid this time?
There is a voice deep in my heart that is like thunder: If you have it once, you will never have a chance.
But I can't help but feel aggrieved in my heart. I am still young and it has been a year.
Within a year, Danfeng was trapped by a virus. She stayed close to women and avoided them like snakes and scorpions. She spent her days as a widow by calling her once a week.
Danfeng rarely eats fruit anymore, doesn't buy clothes much, and is reluctant to give money to his parents. He needs money to buy a courtyard, and he likes a Dian city style. Unfortunately, the owner of the house is also named Lan. The lock on the door is as big as that of Leifeng Pagoda.
Danfeng wants to buy it.
Lan Zhou is getting engaged.
Fiancé Huo Yu, the son of a family friend. He is a tall and stalwart man, with a strong back and strong waist, a rosy complexion, and piercing eyes. He only has a few tidbits, and he is a businessman, so it doesn't matter.
Lan Zhou was unhappy. Ever since he met Danfeng by chance at the Institute of Virology two years ago, he had been dreaming about him every once in a while. I dreamed that he was pulling dead branches by the lake, that he went to school hungry when he was a child, that he complained that his feet were black, that he was squirming and trying to get under the covers.
Lan Zhou thought to himself that he must be crazy. After all, Danfeng was a leader in the industry and came from a top university. How could he have such a rural atmosphere?
It rained heavily.
Lan Zhou dreamed of Danfeng again.
She dreamed that she pushed the door open and entered Ward No. 2 Of the Institute of Virology. Danfeng was sitting on bed No. 1314. She had fair skin and was slightly fatter. Her eyes were watery and she had a smile on her lips. She had a pair of white feet soaking in a wooden basin. She looked at her with smiling eyes: I can't, please. He knelt down to wash Danfeng's feet, holding a piece of soap. The soap was so old-fashioned that it looked at least a hundred years old. There was an oval Western woman's head on it, and there was a circle of pearls on the bun. It was very white, and complemented Danfeng's breasts. He and Danfeng washed themselves in this way and then in that way, and finally put on the oil lamp and hugged Danfeng into bed.
When Lan Zhou woke up, he felt like he was crazy.
I'm afraid the virus has entered the brain and needs treatment.
Immediately, he told the Huo family the truth about his illness, tried his best to treat the illness, and planned a long-term wedding date.
After repeated inspections, nothing was found. My old friend Ma Ping suddenly said: It's not normal for you to come back from the virus clinic. That place is different from other places. I'm afraid it's because of a bad luck.
Yang Ming, a lay friend of the Lan family, was able to understand ghosts and gods and see the comings and goings of cause and effect.
Lan Zhou brought his best friend Tian Xin to meet Yang Ming.
Yang Ming sighed and opened the Shuiyue Jinghua: I knew you had this lesson, just read it yourself.
Seeing all the past lives, obsessed with sadomasochism.
Lan Zhou was already crying in front of the mirror: I didn't know she had my child. I really couldn't bear it anymore. I thought about taking her away. Her temper and how she would get along with my family. I was afraid that she would have someone else. Thinking about it made me want to die. In this life, she is a man and is free. She no longer has to give birth to children, she no longer has to miscarry, and she no longer has to be trapped in a mountain courtyard waiting for one man after another to pass by. This time, it is finally her turn to abandon others. Now, she is well-known in the industry, has gained fame and fortune, and can go anywhere in the world...
Lan Zhou passed over.
Qingqing Danfeng's eyesight went dark, he couldn't take a breath, and he suddenly fell like a mountain.
The two of them were in a state of ecstasy for a month.
Lan Zhou was heartbroken and forced himself to ask Yang Ming: So what about this life?
Yang Ming replied: Look at the flower mirror.
The flower mirror is clear, but it turns out that after Lanzhou left in the previous life, Danfeng hated herself. She hated that she met Lanzhou and was married with a son. She hated that she was not literate enough. She hated that she was in a deep mountain. She hated that the capital was too far away. She hated that she was uncertain and involved with small workers, which brought bitter consequences.
I hate everything in heaven and on earth, and nothing is right.
She didn't hate Lanzhou alone.
Yang Ming: Her breath was so strong that she had to hold it back to cross the Huangquan Road, hold it back to cross the Naihe Bridge, hold it back until she walked out of the remote mountain village and entered the capital. She changed her gender and changed her appearance, but she never changed her mind. Danfeng met you in this life. She was unmarried and had no children. She was famous all over the world, but she still had a weak relationship. She had only been in love with you for three years. Now, it has been more than a year.
Lan Zhou: He is...
Yang Ming: He's not here for revenge. He's here because he likes you.
Lan Zhou: Go back.
Yang Ming brushed his flower mirror with his hand and said, "You can change your mind as you wish. Just take a look."
Mirror image.
One month later, Lan Zhou relapsed.
When I walked into the Institute of Virology, I passed by Danfeng in a daze. Danfeng crushed the oranges in her hands and hated them. She was so angry that she quickly walked to the laboratory in the three-story building at the west end of the institute and sat on the bed to sulk. This anger was so great that everything in heaven and on earth was wrong. Unfortunately, this laboratory is not only located at the western end of the top floor, but it also leaks rain all night long. Danfeng was so angry that she got into the cold bed, feeling wronged to death. He threw the orange at the door, hating the door so much. He held the quilt tightly in his hands, thinking about Lan Zhou's waist, and felt so wronged.
Danfeng wouldn't get out of bed, wouldn't answer the phone or reply to text messages. The experimental group was unable to take the medicine and was in chaos for a while.
Lan Zhou accidentally sent a text message to Dan Feng: Dr. Dan, where are you?
Reply in seconds: Who are you?
Lan Zhou: I am your previous medication recipient, my name is Lan Zhou.
Danfeng: Which Lanzhou? I have so many projects and so many medication targets, all of them are like you and I remember them all. Do I want to live anymore?
Lan Zhou was speechless.
After saying this, Danfeng regretted it. She was scared to death. She didn't care about her face at this time and quickly added: I just finished the experiment and was exhausted. I was catching up on my sleep in the south room on the third floor of the three-story white building on the west. The door was unlocked.
Still no response.
Are you afraid to come? Still don't want to come? Still won't come? Gone? Oh my gosh! I'm going to die!
Danfeng was so scared that she quickly sent another text message: You can go downstairs and go around the fountain to get to the small white building.
After I finished speaking, my heart felt like a wild horse running wild, no, it was a crazy horse.
He quickly opened the window and looked at it, only to see the light in his heart wandering past the fountain and around the fountain. He quickly unlocked the door of the small white building with his mobile phone fingerprint, sat on the bed like a spring, threw the mobile phone with his lips curled and muttered in a low voice: I hate mobile phones so much. Bared his teeth.
Ever since I got you, I have to die every day, my enemy.
I quickly picked up my cell phone and called the yard seller: Can you install a fountain in your yard? I want people to walk before me every day.
Lan Zhou failed to leave the building.
Danfeng is in a good mood, she flashes her teeth every day, her brows are happy, and she even jumps when she walks. Colleagues are curious: Danfeng is so happy every day.
Out of all things, Lanzhou is the only one in Danfeng's heart. I think about it all the time, just barely coping with work.
Not long after, he sealed himself in the laboratory and never left the building.
The White Building was originally used by Dan Feng. Nowadays, the Institute of Virology has made frequent scientific research achievements and is almost conquered. Dr. Dan Feng takes the greatest credit. It's just a white building, no one cares about it.
Danfeng made slight changes to the laboratory, worked for a while, and then turned back and opened the curtain. I saw Lan Zhou, sitting on the bed, with hair like a waterfall, hanging down with grass, skin as white as snow, no blood color at all. His upper body was covered with a men's high-collar black shirt, and a quilt was covered from the waist down, and his lower body was not visible. Danfeng reached out and hugged Lan Zhou, but found that Lan Zhou's arms were drooped and the hug was not tight enough, so he tied Lan Zhou's hands to the bedside shelf with bandages. He looked at it with satisfaction from a distance, then reached out to hug Lan Zhou and kissed and touched her, feeling very happy.
After working for a while, I would open the curtain, hug, kiss and touch, then close the curtain and continue working, and then open the curtain again, hug, kiss and touch, repeating the cycle, never getting tired of it, the curtains tinkling, accompanied by the low laughter of Danfeng, like a shadow.
In the laboratory, there were two small beds, only Lan Zhou was there, and a set of bedding, all starched and white.
A big spring rain falls on Bailou.
Having had Lanzhou for two years, Danfeng clearly remembers how he saw Lanzhou and how he had light two years ago. Danfeng wants to give the rest of his life to Lanzhou and occupy each other. For the first time, I went out to buy red paper. The gilded fonts burned people's eyes: Hold your son's hand, and you will grow old with your son. You will be born in the same quilt, and you will die in the same hole. Danfeng walked slowly in the empty corridor of the white building, her whole body feeling warm. At the end of the corridor, there was the deepest thought, and Danfeng was somewhat reluctant to let go of time. When I walked to the door, I couldn't find the key in my panic. It was such a big lock. Danfeng ordered it the night Lan Zhou entered the building. I wanted to lock it for the whole world. Opening the door, I hurriedly looked at the curtain. It was pitch black, but there was a faint breath. Even the gray red phoenix knew that this was Lan Zhou's aura. Danfeng turned on the light and hurried towards the curtain. Lan Zhou was still sitting on the bed. Her hair was like a waterfall, and the grass was hanging down. Her skin was as white as snow, but bloodless. Her upper body was covered with a men's high-collar black shirt, and a quilt was wrapped around her waist. Her lower body was not visible.
I look at you ten thousand times, my heart flutters ten thousand times, and I want to pounce on you ten thousand times.
Danfeng walked towards Lan Zhou and eagerly untied the bandages on Lan Zhou's hands. He was about to lift his black shirt, but on a sudden thought, he reached out and touched the back of his neck, which felt slightly cold.
Danfeng was unhappy.
Danfeng doesn't like Lan Zhouliang.
Turn around and turn on the central air conditioner.
At this time, Lan Zhou slowly turned his head behind him and looked at Dan Feng with fierce eyes: I want to kill him.
Danfeng felt something was wrong and quickly turned around. Seeing Lanzhou as usual, she felt uneasy thinking about it, so she tied it up. Even if she turned on the central air conditioner for a few dozen seconds, Danfeng still felt uneasy. Danfeng could not risk losing Lanzhou at all. Lost, dying.
He turned on the air conditioner, walked back to the bed, laid the Lanzhou flat and covered it with a quilt.
He moved the stool and sat aside.
Looking at Lan Zhou, he ate the fruit.
Eating grapes, looking at the two black grapes under Lan Zhou's eyebrows.
While eating peaches, X-ray eyes looked at the two large peaches under Lanzhou's quilt.
Danfeng blushed.
It's a pity that his feet are not white enough. Will Lan Zhou dislike it?
Better eat some oranges.
I remember eating oranges crazily, which are rumored to whiten my skin.
The temperature in the laboratory gradually rose, and Lan Zhou fell asleep.
Danfeng quickly took the opportunity to pick up her cell phone.
I originally wanted to search for how to whiten my skin, but my hands lost control and I searched for how to play with a rope.
Danfeng instantly felt that if her curiosity and focus on playing with ropes continued, she could easily study for a PhD.
My blood was boiling from watching it and I couldn't watch it anymore. Looking up, Lan Zhou was awake.
Pretending to be arrogant, he stretched himself: Hey... It's nine o'clock, it's time to go to bed.
He happily ran to the bathroom in a corner of the laboratory like a rabbit, washed himself carefully, and walked out.
Approaching Lan Zhou, Danfeng felt that the light was not bright enough to see Lan Zhou. Then all the lights were turned on, and they were as bright as day, blinding people's eyes.
Danfeng untied Lan Zhou's arms, then tied them together again after thinking about it, so that later when I lay on her, I could hang her arms behind my head, and she would hug me. When he lifted the quilt, his tied legs were clearly visible. Danfeng's black sweatpants were randomly put on. Danfeng knew that he was wearing nothing under the pants, which were empty.
So pretty, so pretty, so pretty, just thinking about it makes me feel so pretty. When I think of the day when I changed Lan Zhou's clothes, Danfeng instantly traveled back to that day and lost her temper.
Jump into the river named Lanzhou and swim to the end. It's so warm and free there.
On this night, Danfeng felt the physical reality of his body. Lan Zhou's and his own.
Danfeng finally realized that this was how meat felt.
Danfeng finally knew what it felt like to be alive.
Lanzhou is better, only Lanzhou is better.
I can't say which one is better, but everything is better.
Danfeng still thinks about it.
Don't think too much and don't let Lan Zhou know.
He was so happy that he almost died.
What if Lan Zhou doesn't like it?
Danfeng was scared to death.
He gently touched Lan Zhou's hair that he tied up with his own hands every day, kissed Lan Zhou's mouth gently, hugged Lan Zhou and whispered in his ear: I will wash you tomorrow morning, let's go to sleep.
The person outside the mirror was stunned.
Outside the mirror, Lanzhou was speechless and turned to Tianxin.
Tianxin felt sad: He loves you very much, but you are still unmarried. It's not clear. In fact, most Chinese women are like this in marriage. So am I.
Lan Zhou couldn't help but ask: Do Chinese men love the living dead? It is best to be as beautiful as a flower, it is best to have no thoughts, it is best not to resist, it is best not to speak, and it is best not to even spend money.
Yang Ming asked: What do you think now that things have happened?
Lan Zhou was tired and whispered: It's too tiring and painful. I just hope he forgets me, no matter in the past life or in this life.
Yang Ming asked again: How are you doing?
Lan Zhou: What can I do?
Yang Ming brushed the mirror.
The mirror image fades into view.
Lan Zhou's body in the mirror is getting warmer.
Two months later, Danfeng felt something was wrong.
After passing the reagent, it turned out that Lan Zhou was happy.
Danfeng was overjoyed.
The son Lan Zhou gave birth to to me will definitely have a tiger-like head, a ruddy complexion, and piercing eyes. He will be smart, read well, and be good at calligraphy, painting, and silver hooks. If she were a daughter, that would be even better. She would be like Orchid Boat in spring and the snow would be as white as the aurora. I would take it to heart, love her with all my heart, and support her with all my support.
Danfeng was sad again.
I don't understand Lan Zhou, and my feet are not white.
What if, what if Lan Zhou didn't like himself or the child, how could he have a child?
Yu secretly lay in Lan Zhou's ear in the dark night and begged softly: Lan Zhou, I beg you, this is the only thing I ask of you in this life. If you don't like me, don't dislike the child. No, no, no, don't dislike me. Just don't like the child.
Lan Zhou turned his head stiffly and sighed.
Danfeng was overjoyed.
He rubbed his head against the side of Lan Zhou's neck: He had a headache.
Lan Zhou's eyes were slightly rounded.
Danfeng quickly continued to act coquettishly: I have been studying literature today and adjusting the medication for you and your child. I haven't slept for a long time.
Lan Zhou slowly raised his hand and touched Danfeng's ear, then carefully slipped Danfeng's fingers and rested lightly on Danfeng's lower back.
It was a hug, a real hug, a real active hug that Danfeng could still get without being tied to Lanzhou.
Danfeng went up to the sky.
Pounced on him.
With tears in my eyes, I never thought that I would still have this day in my life.
Thanks to the Internet, it seems that the laws of love are still very and extremely necessary to learn.
Danfeng feels that the study of love is the subject that she most wants to study in her life.
That night, Lan Zhou tied the red rope on his wrist to Danfeng.
The love between the two is beyond description.
Lan Zhou's belly swelled, he was able to pronounce some monosyllables a little, his appetite increased, and his skin became smoother and smoother.
She is more attracted to Danfeng's eyes. Anyway, Lan Zhou can always be attracted to Danfeng's eyes. Thinking back to when Lan Zhou had just taken medicine when he entered the building and was as skinny as a ghost, Danfeng could see that he was very charming, not to mention that he was now being carefully nourished by Danfeng.
Danfeng gradually left the house, worked hard on shopping, and repaired the courtyard. After all, there would be five, six, seven, or eight children like Lanzhou in the future. Thinking about it, she felt that everything was wonderful in heaven and on earth.
As for Lan Zhou, it still needs to be tied, but every time it is tied, it must be adjusted and adjusted again, so as not to hurt Danfeng's heart and eyes.
Huo Yu returned to China.
I couldn't help but feel worried when I heard that Lan Zhou was missing.
Regardless of the marriage contract, love alone cannot be ignored.
I entered the virology laboratory and checked the surveillance system, but found nothing. Just when I was feeling depressed, I saw a man passing by and my eyes were pricked.
This man is tall and tall, with hair like splashing ink, squinting phoenix eyes and a straight nose, a small water chestnut mouth and a glutton for moles. He walks like wind and speaks as fast as a knife. He wears a red rope on his left wrist with a yellowed pearl on the rope which is extremely unconventional. He is carrying a lot of food.
Huo Yu knew that it belonged to Lan Zhou. A family heirloom, Lan Zhou has been hanging on his wrist since he was one year old and has never left his body. The food he brought was also Lan Zhou's favorite food. Everyone knew that Lan Zhou liked to eat small whitebait, and this large pile of small whitebait of various colors was obvious.
Lan Zhou was tied to the bed.
Watch the sunrise and sunset, watch the fetal movement.
Is it winter outside? Probably, spring, summer, autumn and winter don't matter, I will probably be buried in a white building for the rest of my life.
Danfeng came back, but she didn't take back the little whitebait, and her arms were tied behind her back.
Behind them stood Huo Yu and the Lan family.
Huo Yu saw Lan Zhou for the first time in many years. He was sitting on the bed, like a mummy, his mind was stiff and his expression was like that of an immortal. He turned around and looked at everyone. If he didn't see anything, he turned around again and stared at the wall in a daze. Huo Yu burst into tears instantly. No one in the Lan family did not burst into tears.
Lanzhou was once a scenery in the capital, but now it has lost its wings.
Lan Zhou's brother walked three steps at a time and then two steps at a time. He was covered in chaff and untied Lan Zhou: Sister, let's go home.
Lan Zhou turned a deaf ear and was helped out of bed like a puppet, standing still. Lan Di understood Zhou's heart: Do you still miss this criminal? Do you know that he has been using drugs to erode your mind and heart? Even if he cares about you a little, it is nothing more than maintaining a doll. To him, you are no more than the favorite corpse in the hands of a necrophiliac. Do you really want it?
Lan Zhou's heart was like thunder, and he suddenly stared at Danfeng. Danfeng was cowardly and scared to death, but he couldn't help but naively said: Ever since you tied the red rope to my hand, I haven't used medicine anymore. I love you, I love you. Since the moment I saw you, I have never had anyone else, not even once, only you. I have set up a courtyard, so you can stay in the capital and communicate with your family. I am literate and can make money. I can follow you wherever you go. If you like to do business, I can learn from you. Otherwise, I can just stop asking about your business. I won't ask anything. I will clean your yard every day, wash your clothes every day, and cook small whitebait for you every day. We will have five, six, seven or eight children, and you will walk in front of me every day. Otherwise, if you still can't calm down, tie me up.
Lanzhou was stunned inside the mirror, but Lanzhou understood clearly outside the mirror. After another life, Danfeng still couldn't let go of the mistakes made in the previous life. Lanzhou was in another life, but it was still that life.
Looking at Danfeng's entranced look in the mirror, Lanzhou felt a great pain in his heart. He felt a little relieved, but suddenly he saw the small bed, and remembered that he had spent countless nights lying naked on the bed, unconscious, with his arms tied, and his head and shoulders were hunched down, letting Danfeng do whatever he wanted. It was no different from the white-striped chickens in the market that had their fur removed, their heads and feet neatly arranged.
Broken apart, such humiliation, such humiliation...
Why have you forgotten that you are also a human being? A person who has consciousness, emotions, likes and dislikes, a job, a family, friends, and freedom.
It turns out that before meeting Danfeng again, he was still a human being.
But why, he has not been human for a long time.
Lan Zhou raised his head, his eyes instantly filled with violence, wanting to cut Danfeng into pieces with a thousand knives.
His body felt hot instantly, and Lan Zhou knew that he no longer had to cut Danfeng into pieces himself, as Danfeng had been cut into pieces by a thousand cuts on his behalf.
Danfeng watched Lan Zhou's ill-fitting black sweatpants getting wet, and blood spreading from his feet.
Lan Zhou was supported by his family and led the way out of the laboratory, his steps stained with blood without looking back.
The child that Danfeng thought about day and night just drifted away step by step and died in the white building.
Danfeng sat on the small bed and refused to eat, drink or sleep.
Like a living dead.
The person inside the mirror is like this, but the person outside the mirror is silent.
Outside the mirror, Lan Zhou was furious and asked Yang Ming: What if I followed Dan Feng?
Yang Ming sighed: Danfeng took you back to Yunnan at night and took refuge in Fengzhai. After you gave birth to your son, you lingered on the sick bed. After your son was one year old, you died in Fengzhai. Danfeng spent the rest of his life alone, without a soul or a thought, spending this remaining life.
No matter what we do, that's what we do. No matter what we do, it won't get better.
Ziyu, Yang Ming's first disciple, said: It is better to divination and ask about the future. There are other ways.
Yang Ming instructed Ziyu to do divination.
As soon as the results came out, Yang Ming quickly reached out and flicked the mirror, and the mirror image gradually appeared.
One month later, Lan Zhou relapsed.
He hid in Huoyu and took refuge to recover from his illness.
A few months later, the virus was over.
Zhou'an married Jade and gave birth to a son, Huo Chen.
On that side, Danfeng met the elder sister Yucai, who was her deceased husband in the previous life, and they got married by mutual consent.
After marriage, Danfeng is like a fish in water. She is the backbone of the industry, has a glorious ancestor, and has unlimited glory.
Four years later, Danfeng got a son named Bench. When Danfeng landed, he saw that he was short in stature, naive and stupid, so he couldn't throw it away.
Four years later, Bench sneaked into the bed of his female classmate Pamucuo during lunch break and was beaten by Pamucuo's father Ma Ping. Danfeng was interviewed by the principal of the kindergarten. She reluctantly went to pick up Bench. She vaguely saw a child running past her like the wind. She seemed familiar. He had a tiger head and a tiger head. He was really cute. He was smart and could read at first glance. He was cuter than all the other children. I really wanted to touch the back of his neck.
The bench hugged Danfeng's legs: Dad, why did you come to pick me up? That was Huo Chen, one year younger than me. He was the naughtiest child in our kindergarten. He climbed up and down all day long, with injuries all over his body and frequent fractures. I don't crawl, I obey.
Danfeng raised her chin to the sky and said leisurely to the bench: You will have a broken bone in a while, because I beat you.
Huo Chen, who ran into Lan Zhou's arms, suddenly shuddered. He suddenly felt that someone was saying bad things about him. If I know who it is, I won't beat him to death!
Lan Zhou couldn't help but retract her arms and hug Huo Chen: "It's cold. Seeing how happy you are, it doesn't matter if it's colder. Mom just wants you to be free and happy." Your father has completed the transfer procedures and will not come tomorrow. There will be a ceremony to be delivered to the teachers and classmates later. From now on, you can follow me to India and practice Buddhism.
With that said, he hugged Huo Chen and turned around.
This aspect is so childish. Lan Zhou doesn't recognize Danfeng, and Danfeng doesn't see Lan Zhou.
In this life, Lan Zhou never saw Dan Feng again, and Dan Feng never met Lan Zhou again.
Outside the mirror, Lan Zhou's heart gradually calmed down and he asked Yang Ming: What about the afterlife?
，，，，，，，，，，，，，：，，，， He raised his little face, like a light, with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like brain, with bright eyes like black grapes, a wide-open smile, and a face like a peach. Lan Zhou realized that, except for his gender makeup, everything else about this boy was very similar to him.
Yang Ming: You choose.
Lan Zhou: I choose this life, this life, life after life, life and death, no more men and women meeting each other. The bad relationship with him is over, and we don't have to suffer each other anymore. It's great, great.
Yang Ming was speechless, but seemed to have something to say.
In Lanzhou's life, as shown in the mirror, he lived in India, practiced Buddhism, and never returned. He was good at calligraphy, iron painting with silver hooks, and orchids in his own hand. He was alone in the painting world. At the end of his sixties, he suffered from chronic illnesses that were difficult to cure.
It was night, and it was raining heavily.
When the rain stopped in the early morning, Lan Zhou understood that it was about this time. He got up with difficulty, walked lightly to the window, stretched out his fingers to catch the raindrops. I went back to the studio, took off the frame and took out the canvas. This picture frame accompanied Lan Zhou across the ocean and stayed with him until he grew old. There is an orchid on the canvas, curling up and down, with red clouds behind it, and the sky is like fire. Lan Zhou takes out his paintbrush and outlines it carefully. Sun Tzu's morning reading seems to be lingering in my ears: Life is precious, love is even more valuable, and both can be thrown away for the sake of freedom. After reading it, I kept mumbling, why is Chinese so difficult? When will my dad come back? He couldn't help but smile, this grandson actually had the same temperament as his naughty son. Shaking his head, he returned to the couch, his mind wandering far away, as if waiting for an old friend.
Far away in the horizon, Huo Chen negotiated with the Virus Institute.
Everything is fine, but there is nothing special about it.
Fortunately, sister Pamucuo, the daughter of uncle Ma Ping, who was her childhood playmate, offered her advice in time. The director's son was actually a classmate, so he could be connected.
Hey, my classmates from kindergarten can barely be considered classmates.
Moreover, it is said that the classmate has a nickname, called Bench, which is so funny.
Huo Chen was confident that he could win over the classmate on the bench, who made the bench like Pamucuo.
The legendary classmate on the bench walked to the white building.
You have to look at the director father who had a huge quarrel with his wife just for a cucumber or a tomato. He abandoned his wife and children and got divorced. All kinds of female colleagues and classmates rushed over him like crucian carp crossing the river.
For the sake of Pamucuo, he made a phone call: Dad, my kindergarten classmate wants to see you.
This kid actually dared to come to me, which was unprecedented. Danfeng sneered: Who is it?
Bench: That's my former kindergarten classmate, named Huo Chen.
Danfeng: Huo Chen, you have retained so many grades, transferred to so many schools, and have so many classmates, all of them are like him, and you have to meet them all. Do I want to live anymore?
The bench was speechless.
Danfeng couldn't stand being ignored. She was so annoyed that she was so angry that she said, "I just finished the experiment and I'm exhausted. I need to catch up on some sleep."
As he said that, he got into bed.
I was gripping the quilt hard in bed, thinking about the new female graduate student, which kept me excited for a long time. The result was just like this. Women are all the same. None of them have feelings. They look like fleshy people, but in fact they are all as paper. Thinking about it carefully, I feel nothing like paper. It must be because they all have bad figures. None of them have good figures. I am almost pissed off.
The bench had no choice but to come up with a trump card: Huo Chen's uncle Ma Ping is the county magistrate of my grandma's home county. Huo Chen brought the first crop of small whitebait this year, and Huo Chen was waiting at the door of the Virology Institute with it.
Little whitebait, little whitebait from my hometown, little whitebait is very delicious.
The small whitebait is a small whitebait that Danfeng will crawl and burn as soon as he hears about it.
Danfeng stood up and ran to the window as fast as he could. He looked nothing like a sixty-year-old scientific researcher.
I saw a sturdy young man with a tiger head and a big brain walking past and around the fountain. Danfeng agreed to everything in his heart.
I angrily called my classmate on the bench and asked him to put down his things and leave. I signed online.
While signing online, a conversation came over the phone between my son and the young man.
Bench: Huo Chen, you have to leave now. Where can I find you? And Pamucuo.
Huo Chen: I'll send you the address, but if you go to India to find me, you can't just go to Huo Chen, you have to go to Lan Yuan. Pamucuo and I live in the manor next door, and you can find her if you find me.
Bench: Who is Lan Yuan?
Huo Chen: It's me Lan Yuan. I went to India with my mother to practice Buddhism. I had no connection with Buddhism and turned to business. My master said that I had too many negative connections, so I changed my name to Lan Yuan to avoid disaster.
Bench: Then why is your surname Lan?
Huo Chen: My mother's surname is Lan, Lan Zhou.
This statement comes from Danfeng like a bolt from the blue.
I quickly put down the test and ran to the window. Looking at the young man's figure, my heart ached. Why, I suddenly felt in my heart, this is my son, is this supposed to be my son, this is obviously not my son, my son is next to him, then whose son is he, Lan Zhou's.
Who is Lan Zhou? Who is Lan Zhou?
Who is Lan Zhou?
Who is Lan Zhou!
Danfeng suffered from angina pectoris and died on a small bed in the white building that night.
With the drizzle, no one knows.
Far away in the horizon, Lan Zhou passed by.
There is an orchid on the canvas next to the boat, curling up and down. The original fiery red glow behind the flower is now outlined to look like a phoenix flower.
Next to the flower, there is a circle of small characters painted on iron and silver hooks, which says: The small building listened to the spring rain all night.
The phoenix boats all enjoy the spring rain at sixty degrees.
Yang Ming learned that Lan Zhou had gone and chanted sutras to save him.
Ignoring the reflection in the flower mirror next to her, the image gradually appeared.
In the mirror, Danfengli's soul is in front of his body on the small bed in the white building.
Puzzled.
Who is Lan Zhou?
There was a loud thunder, and a beam of light under the moon attracted Danfeng's soul to pursue it at the speed of light. The wind whistled in his ears. Danfeng seemed to have traveled through the tunnel of time and space. Danfeng couldn't help cursing. I have studied for so many Ph. D. S, but it is of no use at this point. I should have known I had studied for a Ph. D. In metaphysics.
Pictures suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, like a man standing by a lake. This man was as tall as a mountain, with a strong back and waist, a ruddy face, and piercing eyes. He looked at a little woman, but he saw that this little woman was tall, with green hair like clouds, stern eyes, a straight nose, and a small mouth with water chestnuts and a greedy mole. She was actually herself.
From the beginning of this frame, the picture appears like white clouds rushing over the city of Dian, making it dizzying for the eyes.
Yunnan embroidery, small work, firewood pile, pearls, rouge, red wedding dress, number one scholar, bandages, hospital gown, oranges, red rope, small whitebait.
There are also flower glasses.
Danfeng remembered who Lan Zhou was, and her soul shattered into pieces.
Lan Zhou finally didn't want himself anymore.
Even though Lan Zhou saw everything about his two lives in the mirror, and knew all his efforts and punishments, he finally no longer wanted himself.
Danfeng was once scared to death of this moment, but she didn't expect that this moment would eventually come, and she was no longer afraid of death.
It's not a good idea to die.
So good that he died.
Die.
A voice came to my ear: Danfeng will be Lan Zhou's father in the next life. This is what Lan Zhou hopes for, and Zhou promises to be rewarded by serving the Buddha for the rest of his life.
Danfeng shouted at the top of her lungs, and her efforts were wiped out: I am Lanzhou's lover, I am Lanzhou's lover, I am not Lanzhou's anyone, I am not anyone's anyone, I am Lanzhou's lover, I am Lanzhou's lover... This sentence is despairing and sad in an infinite loop...
It's so miserable for ghosts, so miserable for human beings, and the echoes of tears and blood are unbearable to hear.
The flower mirror is speechless.
Another hundred years later.
Danfeng sat behind the negotiation table and pretended to be invisible. The assistant looked at Danfeng and quietly probed: DAN, this order was introduced by Bai Juntuo, the county magistrate, Ma Ping, the richest man in your hometown of Diancheng. Looking at the current situation, only you, the king of hackers, can come back to life.
Danfeng is tall and tall, with hair like splashing ink, squinty eyes and a straight nose, a small mouth with water chestnuts and a greedy mole. She walks like wind and talks as fast as a knife: she is a poor relative who can't reach the horizon even if she goes to India.
The assistant whispered: I am a bit poor.
Danfeng exploded: Who do you think is poor? Your whole county is poor.
The assistant was speechless.
Those who come from the village come from the village, and getting all the Ivy League degrees can't change the situation of going from county to county.
Danfeng hated her assistant, she hated her so much, because she couldn't find anyone in the whole world who he liked, not even in India. He had obviously dreamed about the one he liked. He was about 175cm tall, with hair like clouds, skin as white as snow, with curved front and back, breath like orchid, preferably with eyes like black grapes, and preferably with two big peaches hanging under the collarbone.
Danfeng's mouth felt dry and her whole body felt hot as she thought about it. She even hated her assistant for not living up to expectations and looking like this. He dared to say that we are poor. If you are in a bad mood, I will let my darknet destroy you.
Dan Feng, the founder of Little Silver Fish Darknet, felt bad in his heart.
Somehow, Danfeng had hated China and officials since he was born. He felt that the country and officials constrained him, preventing him from flying or coming to India.
Why come to India? Danfeng didn't know.
Anyway, Danfeng knew that it would be fine if he came to India.
The assistant senses that something is wrong in the atmosphere. The boss is very angry. Is this because he is in a hot temper and misses a girl?
He quickly turned around and said, "DAN, tell me, you have so many ex-girlfriends, which one do you like best? Or, let's search online first? With your ability, you can't get any of them."
Danfeng, who is Chinese, rolled his eyes at his assistant.
Danfeng felt that the assistant was stupid enough to overturn the table: "It's just a Chinese girl."
Assistant: Chinese girl? I have met several Chinese girls.
Danfeng sneered, you have seen a hammer. Today, I will tell you, a foreign ghost, about the person in my dream to open your eyes: all the good Chinese girls are in the courtyard, about 175cm tall, with hair like clouds, skin as white as snow, with curved front and back, breath like orchid, eyes like black grapes, and two big peaches hanging under the collarbone. He can recite poems and compose poems, manage money and keep accounts, write and draw, and give birth to five, six, seven or eight children. "
As I said this, I thought I felt a lot better, and secretly made a vow in my heart, don't let me catch such a person, and if I catch such a person, I will tie him to the Dian City style courtyard that has just been settled in the capital. There is a big lock on the courtyard gate, the kind that looks like it can compete with the Leifeng Pagoda. I also want to customize the largest lock on the dark web, one that can lock the solar system.
As I was thinking about it, I saw a figure passing by, glanced at it casually, and smashed the small silverbait soft USB disk in my hand.
The visitor's left wrist has a red rope piercing his heart, and the pearls are dazzling.
A corner of the document is revealed, and you will see the full signer: Lan Zhou.
Handwritten signature with iron painting and silver hook.
Lanzhou is the quayside bridge. At the age of 13, he was engaged to be married to his wife Huo Yu, a well-known daughter-in-law. The country was mourning and the family was mourning. The wedding was not consummated. At the age of 17, his father was seriously ill. Lan Zhou was appointed to take charge of the Lan family. The sky and water in Pamucuo Lake are the same color, and they are in a desperate situation. Danfeng returned from her parents' home, holding the bench for her youngest son with one hand, and holding a dead branch in the other hand to pull the bench to teach her how to read. Then she pulled up the orchid boat. Danfeng is also 19 years old. He is tall and tall, with green temples as green as clouds, skin as white as snow, squinting eyes and a straight nose, a small mouth with water chestnuts and a glutton for moles. He walks like wind and talks as fast as a knife. He has loved dressing up and playing around since he was a child, and his skillful hands at Yunnan embroidery have never failed others. Her natal family had no worries about food and clothing, treated her with kindness, and was so used to it that she didn't know what the world was like. She married her husband at the age of fifteen and nurtured talents. She taught and educated people with a kind heart, and the eight villages in the ten miles were famous far and wide. Danfeng was unhappy. Since childhood, Danfeng had imagined that her husband should be as tall as a mountain, with a strong back and strong waist, bright eyes, a rosy complexion, well-educated, and extremely well-educated. However, her husband had a short stature, pockmarked teeth, and a casual appearance, so he was not a good match, which meant that he loved Feng very deeply, and it was hard to reconcile with him in the end. Danfeng gave birth to a son in the second year of her marriage. In the third year, Yucai suddenly fell ill and passed away. Feng was seventeen years old. Danfeng is not sad. My mother-in-law's family has a lot of money, and they have to cultivate talents and work hard. They have a mahogany house, a lot of fertile land, more than a hundred embroidery and spinning workers, and a sweetheart who is young, smart and popular. Only Danfeng rowed to pull Lan Zhou on board. How could there be such a person? He seemed to have come out of Danfeng's heart. He looked so perfect for her, like a flash of white light. He was absorbed in his soul at a glance. Danfeng felt like a rabbit in his heart. He unknowingly cut off the dead branch in his hand and secretly made a poisonous oath. As long as there is still breath left, this person must be mine. Danfeng raised his chin: This lake belongs to our village. Does the county magistrate know that you are standing here? Does the village chief know? Zhouzuo bowed: Madam, don't panic. I'm Lan Zhou, a person from the capital, who came to meet friends and will leave later. Feng panicked: No, our village has more than 100 people. We can't let outsiders come and leave at will. You have to go back with me to see the village chief. Upon hearing this, the bench went up and hugged Lan Zhou's legs. Feng An exclaimed: For the first time in his life, his son was clever. He went back to add lily meat to his son. Zhouyou inherited the training from the court, passed down poems and books to his family, and attached great importance to dignity. After entering business, he was treated with courtesy. He had never seen such a battle. He didn't know what to do for a while, so he had to go back to Zhucun with Danfeng. Danfeng pinched the dead branches all the way, and even thought of the name of the baby he would give birth to. I heard that men in the city love gentle ones. As long as I keep being gentle and kind, I will ensure that he stays. Zhou followed Feng back to Feng's house. He saw that the house didn't look like a government office. He felt doubtful and bowed outside the door: Madam, where is the village chief? Danfeng's eyes were raised to the sky: How big an official is the village chief? You can see anything you want. You go in first and I'll ask someone to invite him. Lan Zhou was speechless. Danfeng directly led Lan Zhou into the leaky west wing, not believing that Zhou could stay in this room: "You sit down first, I will go and ask the village chief." Turn around and go outside the door and tell the bench loudly: You go call the village chief. He whispered: Go play in the pond at the entrance of the village. Houfeng informed Lanzhou that the village chief had gone to the county for a meeting and asked Zhou to stay first. Lan Zhou wondered why the "Village Chief" was obviously because the Danfeng family had a big house and had small laborers to avoid suspicion, so why did the Danfeng family not have any small laborers, and why the three-year-old son was still missing. My friend Ma Ping wrote a letter. The official of the Lan family is not involved, so I can rest for a while before making further plans. Lan Zhou thought to himself, this village has beautiful scenery, strong exotic customs, and open folk customs, so it's safe to come here. However, in accordance with the great precautions between men and women, they never shared the same room or food with Danfeng mother and son, and only stayed with her. Danfeng was anxious. It was expected that Danfeng had been famous since she was a child, and every man was not stalked by her late husband. She was eager to get her hands on her, and she was in a couple in two or three days. She was alone in a boat, and she did not squint. A good rain. Lan Zhou went out to eat, walked around the small courtyard, and played on the bench in the courtyard. Lan Zhou saw Danfeng walking out of the west wing where he lived majestically. The phoenix's eyes looked straight into Lan Zhou's heart, and he straightened his hair as he walked. Lan Zhou looked at Danfeng carefully and sighed: Oh, she looks pretty good, but she is dressed like my grandma. He was still making a fool of himself, and he couldn't even see it. He said he didn't notice, but his eyes were still fixed on Danfeng as he twisted left and right back to the main room. Lan Zhou suffered from insomnia, and his six senses were filled with the aura of Danfeng. What was dancing in front of his eyes was the phantom of Danfeng twisting left and right. However, it turned out that Danfeng got under Lan Zhou's bed during the day. Lan Zhou couldn't sleep under this bed. The spring rain is falling continuously outside the west wing, and the spring rain is dripping inside the west wing. Lan Zhou's heart is like a small boat floating on the lake of Pamucuo, rippling gently. Lan Zhou didn't dare to look at Dan Feng. Dan Feng became more and more presumptuous and loudly confessed to the bench in front of Zhou: Mr. Lan lives at home, and you don't have to go out of the east chamber except for eating. On a bright spring day, Lan Zhou returned home after dinner and saw Dan Feng standing at the door of the main room wearing only a white coat with the collar wide open. After looking at Zhou, he immediately turned around and returned to the main room. He also opened the door of the main room no wider and left it open all night. Whenever Lan Zhou went out and returned to the west wing, he would definitely find that Lan Feng had gotten under the covers again that day. Lan Zhou was speechless and became even colder towards Danfeng. Her injuries were getting better, but Danfeng's clothes were getting wider and her body was getting haggard. Lan Zhou saw it like a thorn in his eyes, a slight pain that could not be ignored. One day, Lan Zhou woke up from his dream and came out of the house. He saw that the yard was clean and the embroidery pieces all over the yard were fluttering in the wind. He knew that Danfeng had suffered from insomnia again. Recently, there is always a faint sound of brooms in the yard at night, and the lights in the hall are always on all night long. Danfeng's hands are always covered with needle holes, and Danfeng's eyes. Lan Zhou knows that his eyesight is not as good as before. The long eyelashes flutter at Lan Zhou's heart. Lan Zhou thinks to himself, am I crazy? Why are the sad eyes full of red bloodshot eyes falling on my heart. Lan Zhou did not go out to eat. He held a cup of Pu'er in his hand, grinding the rim of the cup carefully with his fingers. He walked out of the kitchen and saw Danfeng chopping vegetables carefully and carefully. In the capital city in the 1920s and 1930s, Western style was everywhere, and young ladies and ladies had already prospered in singing and dancing. Only this small ancient village still suppressed the souls of women who were shouting hoarsely. In an instant, Lan Zhou actually wanted to marry her. It's the way to go to Danfeng. Lan Zhou broke his rule of not sharing the same room with women, walked into the kitchen and said softly: If you kiss me, I will stay. Lan Zhou's eyes are burning and affectionate. He walks towards you in your own way and asks you in a language you can understand. "Are you happy?" Danfeng stiffened instantly, turned around, clutched the apron with both hands, her fingers turned white, her whole body was trembling, she felt suffocated, gasping for air as if she was on the verge of death, her eyes widened, staring at Lan Zhou as if she was on the verge of death. Lan Zhou's heart was filled with sweetness. He recalled Dan Feng's proud and coquettish attitude when they first met. He imitated Dan Feng's usual attitude and turned around and pretended to leave. Lan Feng immediately stepped forward and grabbed Lan Zhou's belt with both hands. He lowered his head like a mosquito and whispered: I can't, please. Even though Danfeng had always been fierce, women in the village still couldn't take the initiative to get close to their sweetheart. Lan Zhou pushed Danfeng onto the pile of firewood and kissed her carefully. Never before had Danfeng been treated with such tender affection and affection. Her heart was in a daze and her whole body was trembling. Lan Zhou thought to himself, there are countless sweet dates in the capital, and how many women in the ancient villages know love and know themselves? He felt more pity for Danfeng and blurted out: "My neck is so white, I wonder if my feet are also this white." Danfeng was afraid that she would leave if Bai Lanzhou didn't want her anymore. He quickly grabbed Lan Zhou's hand and answered obediently: "Yes." Lan Zhou had an aloof status in the clan and was guarded tightly by his grandmother and mother. He had never seen a woman's feet. White is really white. Danfeng's little feet were soaked in the wooden basin. They were cute and pitiful. They were as bright as the moon in the candlelight. Lan Zhou took off his shoes and wanted to bathe his feet together. Danfeng hurriedly took out his feet: How can a man wash his feet with a woman? I'll wipe it up and get you some clean water. Lan Zhou held down Danfeng's body with his left hand as he was about to get up, pressed down with his feet as Danfeng's feet were about to come out of the basin, and took out an oval piece of foreign food with his right hand. On it was a Western beauty with curly hair, round temples, and a ring of pearls, and slowly placed it on Danfeng's feet: You are not a woman, you are my lover. Spouse. Danfeng is engraved in my heart. What is a lover? Danfeng didn't know. Danfeng thought to herself that it was different from her husband. Danfeng often muttered, I am not a woman, I am his lover, so, is he a man? Obviously, Lan Zhou is not. Lan Zhou is industrious, does not distinguish between grains, cannot fight with others, and can only read and write. Occasionally, I write the account book for Danfeng Tengyu, and the calligraphy in his hand is really iron and silver. Just iron painted with silver hook. If the house leaks, it won't be repaired, and the parents will not understand. Even so, Danfeng accepted it and gave up. He went to the village chief and naturalized Lan Zhou on his own initiative, and married him on his own initiative. Lan Zhou didn't know that he was married. The village notified the Danfeng family that the yamen was recruiting embroidery workers, and every household had to provide embroidery workers. Danfeng was a leader in embroidery in the village, and he had to lead the embroidery workers to the county for half a year. Danfeng was so reluctant to leave and couldn't help but say it. Watching Lan Zhou reading under the lamp, I felt resentful. If I don't leave you, you don't know how to miss me. Early the next morning, we left without saying goodbye. Lan Zhou was dumbfounded. The bench ran up and hugged Lan Zhou's legs: Mr. Lan, my mother said, let me look at you, let me tell you that the big girls and young wives in the village are not as good-looking as she is, hardworking, literate, good at embroidery, and good at quarreling. I want you to understand that we have everything at home, food is given to us, clothes are collected and washed, and we are told not to go out for the past six months. Mom makes a lot of money outside and will give you nice things when she comes back. Fengzhai is locked. From the outside, the lock is so big that I can't wait to compete with Leifeng Pagoda. Danfeng was in the county town and had an eye. It turns out there are so many good embroidery people, and so many good-looking girls. Danfeng had insomnia, thinking about Lan Zhou, the people who missed Lan Zhou, and the heart that missed Lan Zhou, were they still here? I thought that Lan Zhou was originally a salesman, walking around the streets, and had seen so many girls. The older girls and younger daughters-in-law in the village secretly talked about Lan Zhou every day, and he quarreled with them all day long, and never finished it. I also remembered that Feng Zhai often picked up love letters written by the older girls and younger daughters-in-law, with bold and explicit words. When he went out to work, Lan Zhou picked up a lot. Lan Zhou picked it up. He picked up a lot every day. The content was bold and explicit, but it was not about himself. It was about Danfeng and Xiaogong. Lan Zhou had this heart problem from the first day he was with Dan Feng. Lanzhou, an innocent young man, fell in love with a widow, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Thinking of her sultry look, I don't know how many men she has slept with, and I don't know how many men she has slept with in that bed. She is a person who is accustomed to informality. In the county town, she has no neighbors or relatives to pay attention to her, so she is becoming more and more dissolute. Danfeng didn't. On the day she was pinned to the firewood pile by Lan Zhou, Lan Zhou whispered in her ear: If you dare to have another man again, I will never want you again. These words were like thunder, and every time Lanzhou was silent, Danfeng couldn't stop feeling anxious. How dare Danfeng. A kind of lovesickness, suffering in two places, wild geese flying back and forth in the sky. Three months later, a population census was conducted in the village. The village chief informed the clan leader to order someone to open the lock of Feng's house and asked Lan Zhou to help register. After four months, the county sent someone to ask Lan Zhou to come to the Yamen to temporarily write the document, and the county magistrate Ma Ping benefited from his old friend. One day, Lan Zhou and Ma Ping were wandering around the medicinal materials market. Ma Ping asked, Brother Lan, would you like to play a little game and take charge of this? After Lanzhou thought about it, Quan decided to take over the market for fun. Yue Lanzhou bought the only three-story building in the county and opened a business. First there were girls and wives from the market, and later girls and wives from the county were constantly shuttling in and out of the shop. Whenever asked about his relatives, Lan Zhou was at a loss for words. Are you married? I don't know. Do you have a sweetheart? She? I have been out of contact for a few months, and I am afraid that I will be disturbed by others and forget to leave. Fire and water are intertwined, and Lan Zhou becomes even more hurt. Passing by Pamucuo Lake, my eyes got wet when I looked at the lake. A grown man, thinking about a woman until tears burst into his eyes, thinking about her so much. Looking at myself in the water, I am as tall as a mountain, with a strong back and a strong back, a rosy face, and sparkling eyes. When I was a child in Kaimeng, I inherited the glory of my family, and the capital was beautiful and beautiful, and I was attracted by it like a bird. Even if I concealed my identity and avoided the Yunnan merchants, it was only a month, and I was still in the limelight. But now I am hurting myself for a woman. Thinking about his younger brother's trust, the lawsuit is looming, and he can return to Kyoto in his later years. His father is sick and his mother is worried, but he has no intention to shoulder the heavy responsibility of being a son. How embarrassing it is. Lan Zhou made up his mind and returned to Zhucun. Zhucun is leisurely and time-consuming. Lanzhou is facing the bench in the courtyard. It is learned that Danfeng will return to the village within ten days after the completion of the construction period. Lan Zhou was impatient and wrote a letter: "I love you dearly as if we had met each other. Do you want to eat?" Liquor? Danfeng was overjoyed when he received the letter, and lamented that he had been indifferent to that man for half a year. Although his heart was like gnawing at thousands of ants, he wished he could scratch the wall every night, and finally forced the man to take the right path and revolve around him. Unfortunately, the letter was too plain to reflect my burning feelings for that person, and I felt resentful for a moment. Reply: If you want to go back to your parents' home, you can do it yourself. I thought to myself, if he writes to me again asking for help, I will go to the ends of the earth, heaven and earth, without saying a word. Lan Zhou did not reply. When Danfeng's work period was over, he returned to his parents' home and returned to Feng's house. There were only benches in the house, delicious food and wine, and a cold face to the clear moon. Only then did Danfeng realize that Lan Zhou was not all industrious. He actually cooked a good dish and the dish was cold. Lan Zhou returned to the county town and started a business. He kept silent all day long and resumed business. He studied hard day and night and ran the business with great fanaticism. A small medicinal material market in the border town is booming, and officials and merchants from Linxian County are paying attention. Lan Zhou felt like he was alive. Once you are alive, you don't want to die again. Danfeng is already behind her head. Danfeng panicked, thinking that Lan Zhou was so busy working as a clerk in the county? He didn't even have time to reply to his letters. With his big mahogany house, his more sophisticated embroidery skills, and the good colors sought after by the workers, Lan Zhou felt relieved, but Dan Feng couldn't sit still. A month later, he took the initiative to write to Lan Zhou to please Lan Zhou and said that he had passed by Pamucuo Lake with a bench a few days ago and asked if he could get his salary? Do you have enough money? Stone sinks into the sea. Danfeng caressed the things left behind by Lan Zhou, thinking about her voice and smile, sitting and talking, staying awake at night, cooking more and more towards Lan Zhou's light taste. Although she had never given in to Lan Zhou before, she only insisted on asking Lan Zhou to eat spicy food, and painted Lan Zhou's iron painting with a silver hook. When she opened the account page, there was a phoenix flower with an orchid drawn by Lan Zhou in the lower right corner of the page. Thinking about Lan Zhou, who is industrious, does not distinguish between grains, and loves good food and clothing, will the money earned by the yamen clerk be enough? There will be enough food at the end of the month, and if the weather is cold, can you buy more clothes? Thinking that Lanzhou would always be silent and cold because of his mischief, and he was also very strong inside. That's what to do. Five months later, in late autumn and nearly winter, there was a heavy rain and the west wing collapsed. As if Danfeng had found a treasure, she was overjoyed and couldn't hide her laughter. She walked as fast as the wind to write a letter: The house collapsed, come back and repair it quickly. Lan Zhou didn't reply or come back. He came back with the best masons and carpenters in the county. He repaired the house solidly and reinforced the whole house. Danfeng lay on the bed and cried all night. What she wanted was not a house. She cried for a while, then looked up at the corner of the wall where Lan Zhou had patched up the house in an unflattering manner. After crying, she read again, and then cried again. The more she cried, the sadder she became, and she cried all night long. Lan Zhou and Ma Ping were having tea at the Yamen, and Ma Ping asked: Are you still alone? Lan Zhou grinded the rim of the cup carefully: I have one, and I can marry her at any time, but I haven't decided yet. Lan Zhou once thought so well that even if Danfeng was not a match for him in the world, he had even asked his parents to build a house outside the family. He thought to himself that if the clan refused, it would be a pity to leave the clan and be expelled from the clan. It would not be difficult for the family to surpass the original clan with his own efforts and hard work in business. Moreover, with his current status in the clan, having married in a prestigious marriage, and had a long-lasting beauty, there was nothing to fear. However, from that day on, when he wanted to express his true feelings to Danfeng and ask for marriage, he was unable to face the courtyard. After he could not bear to run away, he began to have bad thoughts. Bench received letters all day long, with crooked fonts, and the content was definitely not Danfeng's instruction. Most of them were journals, recording the daily life of mother and child. Danfeng read, wrote, and drew again today; Danfeng went to Pamucuo Lake today, and when she came back, she was picked up by the sister-in-law of the next village. He scolded her without replying, and went back to the house and stayed behind closed doors; a new rouge came from the shop next door, and the waiter called Danfeng, but Danfeng didn't open the door, and didn't go to see him; Danfeng miscalculated the account today, and lost money; Danfeng burned the small whitebait today, without adding chili pepper, and it didn't touch it at all. Lan Zhou recalled that when he lived in Feng's house and was not with Feng, he would often order small whitebait at restaurants outside. After a while, everyone in the neighborhood knew that Lan Zhou didn't like eating small whitebait, but rather his mother who was far away. One sadness and two worries are like the plague on Pamucuo Lake in autumn, which cannot be seen clearly. Great epidemic in Diancheng. Lan Zhou quickly returned to the village. Full of food, clothing, and medicinal materials. Pushing open the door, my eyes were looking for Danfeng. I saw Danfeng slowly walking out of the west wing room after sleeping under the quilt. Lan Zhou didn't see Lan Zhou. Lan Zhou looked at Danfeng carefully and sighed: Oh, she looks pretty good, but she is dressed like my grandma. She also coquettishly put a circle of pearls on her bun that were the same as those worn by Western women. They were neither fish nor fowl, twisted left and right, and it was almost invisible. Disgusted, he dragged Danfeng into the main room and locked the door firmly from the inside. What a big lock, I can't wait to compete with Leifeng Pagoda. In Zhou's arms. After being lost and found again, Danfeng had never been so happy. She felt that everything was right in heaven and on earth. I will never quarrel with the older girls and younger wives. Their men are not as good as mine, how pitiful they are. When the epidemic is over, as long as Lan Zhou opens his mouth, I will, I will... What will I do? I am willing to give up everything and be with him all the time, never to be separated again. Also, Lanzhou is homesick. As long as he is willing, I will go back to his hometown with him. No matter how poor and troubled his family is, I like his family and care about him all the time. I will never be too loud to him. I must have a good temper. She cleans his yard diligently, washes his clothes diligently, burns small whitebait for him diligently, and gives birth to a son for him. How much Danfeng wants to give Lan Zhou a son. That son must be like Lan Zhou, tall as a mountain, with a strong back and waist, rosy face, bright eyes, smart, good at reading books, and good calligraphy and painting with silver hooks. Because of Lanzhou's death, the whole village was on guard, and the warehouses were full of food, clothing, and medicinal materials, and the whole family was happy. Fengzhai is unhappy. Things have changed since Lanzhou returned home. Lan Zhou's heart grew bigger, and he was always thinking about the business in the county. He exchanged letters with Ma Ping and other gangsters, talked with the village chief, and often turned a blind eye to Danfeng and Bench. Danfeng couldn't understand Lan Zhou and didn't dare to tell her. Since she lost contact with Lan Zhou for several months, Dan Feng was very afraid. Lan Zhou was the guide, hope and direction in Dan Feng's heart, which was the most important thing in her heart. She worried about it day and night, thinking about it all the time but unable to put it into words. Dan Feng found that she had always been invincible. It was only when others stuck to her that she was so annoyed that she reluctantly accepted herself. Facing Lan Zhou, she couldn't speak, couldn't think about things, and couldn't control her hands and feet. She was very scared. Lan Zhou was very annoyed. Business in the capital was temporarily in stalemate due to being involved in major yamen disputes, business in the county was deteriorating due to the epidemic, and merchants were struggling to survive. The villagers in Zhucun Village had to deal with the situation every day due to the outbreak of the epidemic. Danfeng's endless complaints about the shortcomings of his parents, the daughter's sorrow, did not serve as his interest in showing a man's heart, but instead became a burden, which was extremely annoying. Spending her whole day buried in the closed courtyard, sitting in the well and looking at the sky, Lan Zhou wanted to go back to Beijing. If he returns to Beijing, where will Danfeng be? Think hard and let her do it! After wasting time, Lan Zhou realized clearly that he had missed Danfeng. Looking at the house he built for Dan Feng, he thought about Dan Feng's dislike at the beginning; watching the bench grow up day by day, he gradually understood the difference between right and wrong and no longer hugged his legs; looking at himself in the mirror, he had become the tired look of a country farmer, Lan Zhou could see clearly. If Danfeng is willing to marry, I will marry her willingly. If she doesn't want to, then let her do it. Right and left, just waiting for God's will. The epidemic has dispersed, the county is still closed, Lan Zhou is still idle at home, and Danfeng goes to the village embroidery workshop to resume work. After a few days, Lan Zhou was shocked to notice the changes in Dan Feng. Danfeng loved to dress up again, lingering in the rouge shop, sitting at the entrance of the village without going home, joking and quarreling with the older girls and younger wives, her eyes sultry. This breath does not belong to Lan Zhou. Lan Zhou knew in his heart that this must belong to another man, another young and lively man who perhaps he had never met before. Lan Zhou's heart was as sharp as a knife, day and night. Danfeng was very proud of the spring breeze. Who wouldn't say that Danfeng is beautiful and has superb skills. There is an elegant and wealthy businessman in her family, and there is also a young and handsome new worker in the embroidery workshop who keeps her company every day. Danfeng was sought after for a long time, and the familiar feeling made her intoxicated and unable to extricate herself. Seeing the boy obsessed with her, seeing the boy crazy for her, seeing the boy working for her regardless of the cost, she felt the heaven and earth that originally belonged to her. As for Lan Zhou, Lan Zhou didn't know. Lan Zhou is in the yard, and the worker is in the embroidery workshop. Danfeng had been lonely in Lanzhou for too long, and she longed for warmth too much. She looked at Xiaogong's devotion to her coldly, and she felt a strange sense of balance in her heart, thinking that this was the right thing to do. To compare with Xiao Gong, who loves me more, I love Lan Zhou more. If the worker loves himself more, he should leave Lan Zhou alone. If he loves Lan Zhou more, and the worker loves him too, then he should be willing to go to Lan Zhou's place. Danfeng even had the delusion that she wanted to take Xiao Gong to Lan Zhou to show off: Look, this could have been yours, and the one who did this with me could have been yours. Lan Zhou received the letter that his old father was critically ill and the arrow was ready. We met Danfeng for lunch and were speechless. Lan Zhou was shocked to realize that he and Danfeng had been speechless for several days. He actually didn't want to talk to Danfeng anymore. When did he not want to talk to Danfeng? Before, when I saw a butterfly when I went out, I would rush to tell Danfeng about it. Why, for such a big thing, I should tell Danfeng the most, but I didn't want to tell Danfeng about it anyway. Thinking of this, I can't bear the shock and sadness. I can probably predict everything about Danfeng's funeral. The last straw is not far away, and I don't know when it will fall. Danfeng compared the young worker's crazy confession to her earlier, and looked at Lanzhou's cold expression, and became very angry: Are there any women who are shopkeepers in the city? Lan Zhou's heart felt like a knife piercing his heart, and he took a few deep breaths: No, I didn't pay attention. Danfeng Sapo screamed loudly: Is it available in the Lan family store? Lan Zhou was heartbroken: No, I will tell you in advance. Danfeng was very proud: Of course, you eat my food and live in my house, your limbs are not working hard, you don't distinguish between grains, and you don't dress up. You are getting older. How can you compare with the young men in the village? You can't even repair a house, so you have to stand at the counter. Of course you have to speak and listen to me. I feel secretly embarrassed in my heart, I know you have no one else, but no matter how proud you are, you still don't treat me well. Lan Zhou felt that he was about to die. He was sitting by the gate smoking in the dark night. The widow next door picked at the crack of the door and said: Mr. Lan, Danfeng has someone else. My house is bigger than hers. I can also take care of your food and drink, but my color is not as good as hers. I don't think you are old. Will you be with me? Lan Zhou replied sadly: Thank you, madam. Widow next door: It's okay, Mr. Lan, you don't want to be nice to me, but I'm still willing to be nice to you. Do you think Mr. Lan is homesick? Don't feel bad. The epidemic is slowly getting better. When the county is unsealed, letters will be sent, and the carriages will be very fast. Mr. Lan should go home and see the old man. Lan Zhou was so heart-warmed that he shed tears, but he was actually lonely. They chatted until dawn like this. There is no harm if there is no comparison. Looking back on the three years since I have known Danfeng, there has been no such smooth communication in these three years, not even once. It rained heavily. How many tears to wash away. In the past, Lan Zhou didn't know how miserable he was, but today, he knows. Looking at the gradually growing golden edge around the clouds, I feel as if I have been in prison for three years. I am in the cell, unaware of the darkness, and a beam of light hits the window, and I can no longer tolerate a trace of darkness. The yard was clean, the bench was almost six years old, and it was still not fun to play in the yard. A handsome new worker from the embroidery workshop came into the kitchen and whispered to Danfeng before leaving. This was the first time a man had entered Fengzhai after Lanzhou came. Lanzhou sat in front of the main room and smoked, watching a leaf falling flutteringly in front of his eyes, like a straw. The sun is about to set, the yard is about to turn dark, the night is bottomless, and dinner is about to begin, what will Danfeng say? Lan Zhou was very scared, really scared, afraid that Danfeng would say something that he couldn't stand again. Seeing that the cigarette was about to be finished, Lan Zhou took a long sip, stopped smoking, threw it to the ground, stepped on the cigarette butt, opened the door with a bamboo hat and walked out, like an arrow leaving the string. A voice from the bench behind me said: Mom, Mr. Lan is out. There was no reply from Danfeng. After a moment, Danfeng was shocked and ran to the gate to see that the road was empty. He immediately turned around and started beating the bench hard. Lan Zhou burst into tears listening to Danfeng scolding the bench loudly and the bench crying getting louder and louder. She never takes a bench. She has a big temper, but she never spanks her children. The sound of Fengzhai gradually faded away, and Lan Zhou returned to the capital in the night rain. Lan Zhou left, and Dan Feng was stunned. Danfeng didn't understand why Lan Zhou left without fighting with her, asking the village chief to mediate the conflict with her, or even saying a harsh word. In one day, Danfeng became a joke in the village. Her man always disappeared suddenly, either dead or gone. He was having dinner with her the day before, but he was gone the next day. Danfeng sat under the oil lamp and picked her hands, wondering. The worker came at night and finally got on Danfeng's bed as he wished, urging Danfeng to blow out the lamp. Danfeng got up to blow out the lamp and looked back at the bed. He was surprised to see the worker. Where was Lan Zhou? Lan Zhou is gone, Lan Zhou is gone, Lan Zhou is gone! Danfeng couldn't stand it if he didn't blow the lamp, thinking about it, he was a small worker, not Lan Zhou, why not Lan Zhou. It was better to blow it out. After blowing out the lamp, Danfeng still couldn't stand it. She always felt that the person was Lan Zhou, and the oil lamp went back and forth for a while. The little worker was annoyed, but Danfeng couldn't stand it anymore. On a rainy night, I ran to Pamucuo Lake. The thunder in the sky mixed with Lan Zhou's voice: "If you dare to have another man again, I will never want you again" and jumped into the lake. Danfeng was rescued. The doctor said that she was already two months pregnant. Suddenly there was something to talk about in the village again. The eldest girls and the young wives all speculated who it was, and it became even more noisy. Danfeng had a hard time arguing, so he didn't argue anymore. Who else could it belong to? Who else could he have seen since the moment he saw it at Pamucuo Lake? Only then did Danfeng understand that no one in the village would believe it, no one would believe it anymore. Lan Zhou left, but Dan Feng didn't feel it when he was there. After Lan Zhou left, Dan Feng knew that there would never be a man as smart, capable, and responsible as Lan Zhou. He was good at calligraphy, painting, and silver hooks, not to mention his appearance. He was so charming that he wanted to pounce on him at first glance, and wanted to pounce hard every time he looked at him. It would be great if Lan Zhou was here, then he could see how hard I worked to keep my child, and how hard it was to get in. Even if I couldn't tolerate myself in the village and shut myself up, I would still stay. It would be great if Lan Zhou was here. I would crawl to the kitchen to cook small whitebait for him. If only Lan Zhou was here, I would rather never speak again and remain mute for the rest of my life. Danfeng lingering fell ill and no one wanted to treat him, but the county magistrate Ma Ping came to Fengzhai. The county magistrate said that Lanzhou people were like yellow cranes, throwing down a three-story building. The gold, silver and bills were not settled. The house deed and bills were registered in Danfeng's name and was registered in Danfeng's family. Seeing Danfeng's orphaned and widowed mother, Ming Tiao Ze, her descendants settled the bill, and left ten boxes of things before leaving, saying they belonged to Lan Zhou in the small building. Ten boxes of belongings were piled in the west compartment, and Danfeng didn't dare to look at them. The villagers learned that the county magistrate came to Zhucun and found Lan Zhou, a man from the Danfeng family, who was naturalized. The man from the Danfeng family was capable and bought the best house in the county, which the family could not afford. The rumors disappeared instantly and no one mentioned it again. Danfeng regained her motivation, added more food and clothing, and recovered in more than a month. She stroked her gradually swollen belly and thought, God bless him with a son. He must be like Lan Zhou, as tall as a mountain, with a strong back and waist, a ruddy face, bright eyes, smart, good at reading books, and good handwriting and calligraphy skills. It's rainy season again, and it rains heavily. The west wing is leaking again. Why does the west wing always leak? Could it be that there is Cui Yingying in every west wing? Danfeng looked at the ten boxes of things with her eight-month-old belly. With phoenix crown and harem, hairpin and pearl ring, rouge and gouache, it is so beautiful. There was a marriage certificate pressed on it, as red as blood. Preface: Qingqing, I love birds, Pamucuo Lake, seeing you is like fire, I am Qingqing, every inch of my heart is crazy, I want to see each other in the sun, and we are affectionate together at night. I don't know, Qingqing, are you willing to marry me? In this life, I will give you a wedding dress, and I will go home with you. I have green temples and white hair, and my heart is as iron as iron, and I will never care about her. Danfeng hated herself so much that she beat her chest desperately and fell slumped on the bed. Que'er, Que'er, it's the murmurings of a lover who was shy when others were in love, but now, no one can say it anymore. The child is gone. Danfeng has lost her soul and thoughts. She is haggard day by day and heartbroken every night. Being locked up in the house and living in the west wing for a long time, the marriage certificate gradually turned yellow, getting wet and dry again, and drying and getting wet again. Year after year, youth faded away, Ma Ping took the bench and went to school in the county town. People came and went in the three-story small building in the county town, and the rent was quite generous. Over the years, Danfeng's family had been looked after by Ma Ping, and they were decent and well-off. Bench, who settled in the county seat, received a message from the village chief that Danfeng was critically ill. He hurried back to the village and saw Danfeng lying in the west wing. His whole body was tense, his eyes were wide, his hands were clenched, and he could not stop shaking. The bench burst into tears: Mom, please relax a little faster, relax a little and take good care of yourself, I will take you out of the village. Danfeng replied angrily: No. The bench said urgently: I will take you out of the village to find Mr. Lan. This is someone the bench has not dared to mention since he was six years old. Danfeng said slowly: Lan Zhou. Such an ancient name seemed to crawl out of the grave of time and gripped Danfeng's neck, making her unable to breathe. Lan'an Bridge's sixtieth birthday shocked the capital, and all the big businessmen from the chamber of commerce were invited. After three rounds, we moved to the hall to talk. Lan Anqiao winked, and the steward stepped forward: Dear gentlemen, Mr. Lan Anqiao has something to say. Please take a seat. Lan Anqiao said slowly: Dear relatives and friends, since Gan Qiao entered business at the age of 17, thanks to the praises of all the aristocratic families, I have been deeply impressed. Gan Qiao is already sixty, and his son Lan Yuan, who is somewhat mature, is nearly thirty. The quayside bridge has been feeling a little powerless recently. Now the Lan family business name and clan leader are awarded to Lan Yuan. From then on, Lan'anqiao went into seclusion, served the Buddha, and never came out of the world again. Everyone was astonished, but relieved, thinking that Lan Yuan was better than his predecessor, and could be called an unparalleled business wizard. If he had not studied business abroad, he would have inherited the family business long ago. After the handover was completed, only the clan members were left. Lan'anqiao called Ma Ping to come forward and sit together on a bench. He held a silver pot and poured tea for Ma Ping: I haven't seen you for more than thirty years, and my little widow... Showed a charming and naive figure, and poured tea absentmindedly. Everyone is impressed. Everyone knows that Lan Anqiao and his wife Huo Yu are in love with each other. They are a couple of gods and gods, with gold and silver all over the place. They are close to each other and never look at each other. Is this happening? How can you be so open-minded about it in the world... Ma Ping: Now you are also famous and profitable, with a family full of descendants. If people are like this, what else can I ask for? Lan Anqiao ignored this: Not only that, my lover also loves me very much. I was 19 years old that year, and she was also 19 years old. She stood there by the Pamucuo Lake, like a torch. At that time, I had not entered the world of mortals, so I didn't know it. Now that I think about it, I gave her my heart at the first sight... After saying this, I lowered my head and chuckled to myself. Then he said: She also tricked me into living in her house. After I finished eating the little whitebait, I turned around to the small courtyard and played on the bench in the courtyard. She actually walked out of the west wing where I lived in a grand manner. The west wing where I lived had been leaking for years, but the quilt was warm and fragrant every day. Her phoenix eyes stared straight at me, and she even arranged her bun as she walked. I took a closer look at her and couldn't help but sigh: Oh, she looks pretty good, but she is dressed like my grandma. He was still making a fool of himself, and he couldn't even see it. He said he didn't notice, but he still watched her twisting and turning back to the main room. My heart also followed her into the house. Then, I saw a worker leaning on the wall and looking into her room. I wanted to kill him. After speaking, her right hand touched the red string on her left wrist. It was dismantled from her embroidery pieces in the courtyard that year. It was strung with the pearls she had lost near her bun and had been with her for more than thirty years. Danfeng doesn't know these things. She is not used to settling accounts. How can she know if she loses everything and even a pearl. Just like Danfeng didn't know about it, no one except her mother knew about this name boat. In the whole world, apart from her mother, she was the only one who knew it and could call it out. Danfeng didn't even know that there was a house in the capital city on the horizon. It was built more than 30 years ago. It was built in the style of Dian City. It was uninhabited. The door was locked with such a big lock, as if it wanted to compete with Leifeng Pagoda. That night, the phoenix boat returned together, enjoying only sixty years of spring and autumn. Two A hundred years later. Zhucun has a champion. The number one scholar is called Danfeng. Danfeng was tall and tall when she was young, with hair like splashing ink, squinting eyes and a straight nose, a small mouth with water chestnuts and a glutton for moles. She walked like wind and spoke as fast as a knife. She loved dressing up, eating and playing since she was a child, and she was very good at reading. Danfeng is not happy, Danfeng thinks she is evil. In fact, it's not even black, it's a bit more yellow among boys. But Danfeng was so worried that every time she looked at her feet, how could she see someone so dark? Danfeng's family is also worried to death. Not only do they have to provide for Danfeng to study, but they also need to provide Danfeng with fruits. They can eat whatever fruits they want to whiten their skin. Eating fruits is scary to death, and they spend money so fast. There have been matchmakers in the village since junior high school, but Danfeng ignored her. Everyone said that Danfeng was high-spirited. Danfeng had a bad temper in her heart, and she had been holding back that she wanted to go to the capital, know the most words, meet the most people, wear the best clothes, and eat the best fish. At the age of nineteen, Danfeng easily entered Qingbei as the top scorer in the Yunnan Province College Entrance Examination. The village was very lively seeing each other off. During her freshman year, Danfeng played basketball at night. Danfeng never played during the day, which was something she was determined not to do. I saw a figure by the lake, petite and graceful, walking like a snake and wincing. Danfeng walked up to her, thinking that she must conquer her. Her name is Xiaogong, she is eighteen years old, and she comes from a remote mountain village like Danfeng. She only has an aura of aloofness and wants to remain in the bustling world. Danfeng likes Xiaogong, she is sweet. They flirted like crazy, they knew each other for three days and they arranged to go on a trip together. When they came back, Li Ying was already a couple. Three years later, Danfeng was promoted to a master's degree and Xiaogong was employed. In another three years, Danfeng was promoted to a doctorate and Xiaogong started his own business. In two years, Xiao Gong left, but Danfeng didn't stay, and he didn't feel it anyway. Danfeng was unhappy because he couldn't give women a more generous life, and he couldn't even keep the woman he liked. Work on projects even more crazily. Nine years later, Danfeng was above everyone in the professional field and only ranked below his mentor. During this period, love was on and off, serious and transitional, as fast as the wind, crossing the river, but I never thought about getting married. I could go out and have fun, and leave as soon as I got married. There are always women sticking to me, it's so annoying that I just have to obey him, and I feel even more empty after being together. After a good spring rain, Danfeng was invited to negotiate for a job at the Institute of Virology. The Institute of Virology is located by Ye Lake and has unique scenery. There were many wards in the experimental group. Danfeng was bored for a while and followed the team leader around. He entered Ward 2 and broke his pen. Danfeng saw a person, no, he saw light. This beam of light is about 175cm tall, with cloud-like hair, skin as white as snow, protruding front and back, and its breath is like an orchid blowing to Danfeng's heart. When Guang turned around, Danfeng saw two black grapes under his eyebrows and two big peaches under his collarbone. No, big peaches were about to come out. Danfeng was thirsty and dumbfounded. This beam of light was speechless. I am a sick person, infected with a life-threatening virus, wearing a zombie-like hospital gown, and thinking about how to die comfortably. Facing the door of the ward at a 90-degree angle, he sensed a swarm of people coming towards him from the corner of his eye. Before he could turn around to say hello, the leader seemed to pounce on him, making him so angry that the beam of light wanted to beat him to death. Danfeng was used to walking fast, so she accidentally walked in front of the team leader and became the leader. Team leader Fox, withdrew. Danfeng was left alone with her legs welded in place, unable to recover, and secretly vowed: As long as I still have breath, I must possess her. A pair of phoenix eyes turned back and forth, and she was thinking, if she knows who I am, she will kneel down and cling to me crazily. If she is willing to cling to me crazily, I will reluctantly be pushed down. Seeing that she was in the prime of her childbearing years, and she got pregnant over and over again, I had to reluctantly accept it. After having many more babies after going back and forth, I needed to change to a bigger house. Danfeng felt that it was necessary to find a way to buy a courtyard in the capital. Well! She seemed to be inactive and unable to distinguish between grains and grains. She had to take care of her. She gave birth to five, six, seven or eight children. She had to take care of the babies at home, so there was no need to go out to meet people. I couldn't help but feel happy when I thought about it. As long as she kneels down to thank the Lord for His grace, I am willing to give her money. I will buy a lock later, a big one, one that can compete with Leifeng Pagoda. This beam of light got into the bed silently. What should the dying person be afraid of? Should he still be flattered? What's more, the leader looks like a ghost. He seems to be more seriously ill than himself. I guess the medicine is not good for him. Danfeng suddenly felt the cold wind in spring and summer, and Xi Xi needed a bed. His eyes turned into X-rays for a second, and he saw Lan Zhou's waist through the quilt. He looked at how that waist fit his hands so well. It was amazing. I glanced at bed number 1314 Lanzhou, with a handwritten signature and an iron painting on a silver hook. Engraved in my heart. My mind kept running at high speed until all the children went to college, leaving only me and Lan Zhou in the courtyard, doing this, this, that, endlessly, wandering back to the conference room. He browsed the website over and over again, but couldn't find any article about Lan Zhou. What should I do? I can neither ask her for advice nor teach her. What should I do? If one plan fails, another plan will be made. Danfeng won't leave. He said he would stay and do the project. Viruses naturally don't want what they want. From then on, Lanzhou was bumped into by Danfeng again and again, and they got into fights again and again. Lan Zhou was very tired and didn't understand where he had offended his ancestor. Unable to withstand the increasingly frequent conflicts, he left the virus laboratory. Danfeng was very depressed. She had to call every week to pretend to ask about various indicators and medication reactions. Sometimes Lan Zhou answered the phone, and sometimes someone else answered. Every time Lan Zhou answered, Danfeng was so nervous that she stammered and could only say um. Ex-girlfriend Xiao Gong came on a business trip again and asked Danfeng to meet at the hotel. Danfeng was scared to death. Danfeng didn't know why she was so scared. She was scared to death. After breaking up, we often see each other, only for romance, regardless of love or hate. Why am I so afraid this time? There is a voice deep in my heart that is like thunder: If you have it once, you will never have a chance. But I can't help but feel aggrieved in my heart. I am still young and it has been a year. Within a year, Danfeng was trapped by a virus. She stayed close to women and avoided them like snakes and scorpions. She spent her days as a widow by calling her once a week. Danfeng rarely eats fruit anymore, doesn't buy clothes much, and is reluctant to give money to his parents. He needs money to buy a courtyard, and he likes a Dian city style. Unfortunately, the owner of the house is also named Lan. The lock on the door is as big as that of Leifeng Pagoda. Danfeng wants to buy it. Lan Zhou is getting engaged. Fiancé Huo Yu, the son of a family friend. He is a tall and stalwart man, with a strong back and strong waist, a rosy complexion, and piercing eyes. He only has a few tidbits, and he is a businessman, so it doesn't matter. Lan Zhou was unhappy. Ever since he met Danfeng by chance at the Institute of Virology two years ago, he had been dreaming about him every once in a while. I dreamed that he was pulling dead branches by the lake, that he went to school hungry when he was a child, that he complained that his feet were black, that he was squirming and trying to get under the covers. Lan Zhou thought to himself that he must be crazy. After all, Danfeng was a leader in the industry and came from a top university. How could he have such a rural atmosphere? It rained heavily. Lan Zhou dreamed of Danfeng again. She dreamed that she pushed the door open and entered Ward No. 2 Of the Institute of Virology. Danfeng was sitting on bed No. 1314. She had fair skin and was slightly fatter. Her eyes were watery and she had a smile on her lips. She had a pair of white feet soaking in a wooden basin. She looked at her with smiling eyes: I can't, please. He knelt down to wash Danfeng's feet, holding a piece of soap. The soap was so old-fashioned that it looked at least a hundred years old. There was an oval Western woman's head on it, and there was a circle of pearls on the bun. It was very white, and complemented Danfeng's breasts. He and Danfeng washed themselves in this way and then in that way, and finally put on the oil lamp and hugged Danfeng into bed. When Lan Zhou woke up, he felt like he was crazy. I'm afraid the virus has entered the brain and needs treatment. Immediately, he told the Huo family the truth about his illness, tried his best to treat the illness, and planned a long-term wedding date. After repeated inspections, nothing was found. My old friend Ma Ping suddenly said: It's not normal for you to come back from the virus clinic. That place is different from other places. I'm afraid it's because of a bad luck. Yang Ming, a lay friend of the Lan family, was able to understand ghosts and gods and see the comings and goings of cause and effect. Lan Zhou brought his best friend Tian Xin to meet Yang Ming. Yang Ming sighed and opened the Shuiyue Jinghua: I knew you had this lesson, just read it yourself. Seeing all the past lives, obsessed with sadomasochism. Lan Zhou was already crying in front of the mirror: I didn't know she had my child. I really couldn't bear it anymore. I thought about taking her away. Her temper and how she would get along with my family. I was afraid that she would have someone else. Thinking about it made me want to die. In this life, she is a man and is free. She no longer has to give birth to children, she no longer has to miscarry, and she no longer has to be trapped in a mountain courtyard waiting for one man after another to pass by. This time, it is finally her turn to abandon others. Now, she is well-known in the industry, has gained fame and fortune, and can go anywhere in the world... Lan Zhou passed over. Qingqing Danfeng's eyesight went dark, he couldn't take a breath, and he suddenly fell like a mountain. The two of them were in a state of ecstasy for a month. Lan Zhou was heartbroken and forced himself to ask Yang Ming: So what about this life? Yang Ming replied: Look at the flower mirror. The flower mirror is clear, but it turns out that after Lanzhou left in the previous life, Danfeng hated herself. She hated that she met Lanzhou and was married with a son. She hated that she was not literate enough. She hated that she was in a deep mountain. She hated that the capital was too far away. She hated that she was uncertain and involved with small workers, which brought bitter consequences. I hate everything in heaven and on earth, and nothing is right. She didn't hate Lanzhou alone. Yang Ming: Her breath was so strong that she had to hold it back to cross the Huangquan Road, hold it back to cross the Naihe Bridge, hold it back until she walked out of the remote mountain village and entered the capital. She changed her gender and changed her appearance, but she never changed her mind. Danfeng met you in this life. She was unmarried and had no children. She was famous all over the world, but she still had a weak relationship. She had only been in love with you for three years. Now, it has been more than a year. Lan Zhou: He is... Yang Ming: He's not here for revenge. He's here because he likes you. Lan Zhou: Go back. Yang Ming brushed his flower mirror with his hand and said, "You can change your mind as you wish. Just take a look." Mirror image. One month later, Lan Zhou relapsed. When I walked into the Institute of Virology, I passed by Danfeng in a daze. Danfeng crushed the oranges in her hands and hated them. She was so angry that she quickly walked to the laboratory in the three-story building at the west end of the institute and sat on the bed to sulk. This anger was so great that everything in heaven and on earth was wrong. Unfortunately, this laboratory is not only located at the western end of the top floor, but it also leaks rain all night long. Danfeng was so angry that she got into the cold bed, feeling wronged to death. He threw the orange at the door, hating the door so much. He held the quilt tightly in his hands, thinking about Lan Zhou's waist, and felt so wronged. Danfeng wouldn't get out of bed, wouldn't answer the phone or reply to text messages. The experimental group was unable to take the medicine and was in chaos for a while. Lan Zhou accidentally sent a text message to Dan Feng: Dr. Dan, where are you? Reply in seconds: Who are you? Lan Zhou: I am your previous medication recipient, my name is Lan Zhou. Danfeng: Which Lanzhou? I have so many projects and so many medication targets, all of them are like you and I remember them all. Do I want to live anymore? Lan Zhou was speechless. After saying this, Danfeng regretted it. She was scared to death. She didn't care about her face at this time and quickly added: I just finished the experiment and was exhausted. I was catching up on my sleep in the south room on the third floor of the three-story white building on the west. The door was unlocked. Still no response. Are you afraid to come? Still don't want to come? Still won't come? Gone? Oh my gosh! I'm going to die! Danfeng was so scared that she quickly sent another text message: You can go downstairs and go around the fountain to get to the small white building. After I finished speaking, my heart felt like a wild horse running wild, no, it was a crazy horse. He quickly opened the window and looked at it, only to see the light in his heart wandering past the fountain and around the fountain. He quickly unlocked the door of the small white building with his mobile phone fingerprint, sat on the bed like a spring, threw the mobile phone with his lips curled and muttered in a low voice: I hate mobile phones so much. Bared his teeth. Ever since I got you, I have to die every day, my enemy. I quickly picked up my cell phone and called the yard seller: Can you install a fountain in your yard? I want people to walk before me every day. Lan Zhou failed to leave the building. Danfeng is in a good mood, she flashes her teeth every day, her brows are happy, and she even jumps when she walks. Colleagues are curious: Danfeng is so happy every day. Out of all things, Lanzhou is the only one in Danfeng's heart. I think about it all the time, just barely coping with work. Not long after, he sealed himself in the laboratory and never left the building. The White Building was originally used by Dan Feng. Nowadays, the Institute of Virology has made frequent scientific research achievements and is almost conquered. Dr. Dan Feng takes the greatest credit. It's just a white building, no one cares about it. Danfeng made slight changes to the laboratory, worked for a while, and then turned back and opened the curtain. I saw Lan Zhou, sitting on the bed, with hair like a waterfall, hanging down with grass, skin as white as snow, no blood color at all. His upper body was covered with a men's high-collar black shirt, and a quilt was covered from the waist down, and his lower body was not visible. Danfeng reached out and hugged Lan Zhou, but found that Lan Zhou's arms were drooped and the hug was not tight enough, so he tied Lan Zhou's hands to the bedside shelf with bandages. He looked at it with satisfaction from a distance, then reached out to hug Lan Zhou and kissed and touched her, feeling very happy. After working for a while, I would open the curtain, hug, kiss and touch, then close the curtain and continue working, and then open the curtain again, hug, kiss and touch, repeating the cycle, never getting tired of it, the curtains tinkling, accompanied by the low laughter of Danfeng, like a shadow. In the laboratory, there were two small beds, only Lan Zhou was there, and a set of bedding, all starched and white. A big spring rain falls on Bailou. Having had Lanzhou for two years, Danfeng clearly remembers how he saw Lanzhou and how he had light two years ago. Danfeng wants to give the rest of his life to Lanzhou and occupy each other. For the first time, I went out to buy red paper. The gilded fonts burned people's eyes: Hold your son's hand, and you will grow old with your son. You will be born in the same quilt, and you will die in the same hole. Danfeng walked slowly in the empty corridor of the white building, her whole body feeling warm. At the end of the corridor, there was the deepest thought, and Danfeng was somewhat reluctant to let go of time. When I walked to the door, I couldn't find the key in my panic. It was such a big lock. Danfeng ordered it the night Lan Zhou entered the building. I wanted to lock it for the whole world. Opening the door, I hurriedly looked at the curtain. It was pitch black, but there was a faint breath. Even the gray red phoenix knew that this was Lan Zhou's aura. Danfeng turned on the light and hurried towards the curtain. Lan Zhou was still sitting on the bed. Her hair was like a waterfall, and the grass was hanging down. Her skin was as white as snow, but bloodless. Her upper body was covered with a men's high-collar black shirt, and a quilt was wrapped around her waist. Her lower body was not visible. I look at you ten thousand times, my heart flutters ten thousand times, and I want to pounce on you ten thousand times. Danfeng walked towards Lan Zhou and eagerly untied the bandages on Lan Zhou's hands. He was about to lift his black shirt, but on a sudden thought, he reached out and touched the back of his neck, which felt slightly cold. Danfeng was unhappy. Danfeng doesn't like Lan Zhouliang. Turn around and turn on the central air conditioner. At this time, Lan Zhou slowly turned his head behind him and looked at Dan Feng with fierce eyes: I want to kill him. Danfeng felt something was wrong and quickly turned around. Seeing Lanzhou as usual, she felt uneasy thinking about it, so she tied it up. Even if she turned on the central air conditioner for a few dozen seconds, Danfeng still felt uneasy. Danfeng could not risk losing Lanzhou at all. Lost, dying. He turned on the air conditioner, walked back to the bed, laid the Lanzhou flat and covered it with a quilt. He moved the stool and sat aside. Looking at Lan Zhou, he ate the fruit. Eating grapes, looking at the two black grapes under Lan Zhou's eyebrows. While eating peaches, X-ray eyes looked at the two large peaches under Lanzhou's quilt. Danfeng blushed. It's a pity that his feet are not white enough. Will Lan Zhou dislike it? Better eat some oranges. I remember eating oranges crazily, which are rumored to whiten my skin. The temperature in the laboratory gradually rose, and Lan Zhou fell asleep. Danfeng quickly took the opportunity to pick up her cell phone. I originally wanted to search for how to whiten my skin, but my hands lost control and I searched for how to play with a rope. Danfeng instantly felt that if her curiosity and focus on playing with ropes continued, she could easily study for a PhD. My blood was boiling from watching it and I couldn't watch it anymore. Looking up, Lan Zhou was awake. Pretending to be arrogant, he stretched himself: Hey... It's nine o'clock, it's time to go to bed. He happily ran to the bathroom in a corner of the laboratory like a rabbit, washed himself carefully, and walked out. Approaching Lan Zhou, Danfeng felt that the light was not bright enough to see Lan Zhou. Then all the lights were turned on, and they were as bright as day, blinding people's eyes. Danfeng untied Lan Zhou's arms, then tied them together again after thinking about it, so that later when I lay on her, I could hang her arms behind my head, and she would hug me. When he lifted the quilt, his tied legs were clearly visible. Danfeng's black sweatpants were randomly put on. Danfeng knew that he was wearing nothing under the pants, which were empty. So pretty, so pretty, so pretty, just thinking about it makes me feel so pretty. When I think of the day when I changed Lan Zhou's clothes, Danfeng instantly traveled back to that day and lost her temper. Jump into the river named Lanzhou and swim to the end. It's so warm and free there. On this night, Danfeng felt the physical reality of his body. Lan Zhou's and his own. Danfeng finally realized that this was how meat felt. Danfeng finally knew what it felt like to be alive. Lanzhou is better, only Lanzhou is better. I can't say which one is better, but everything is better. Danfeng still thinks about it. Don't think too much and don't let Lan Zhou know. He was so happy that he almost died. What if Lan Zhou doesn't like it? Danfeng was scared to death. He gently touched Lan Zhou's hair that he tied up with his own hands every day, kissed Lan Zhou's mouth gently, hugged Lan Zhou and whispered in his ear: I will wash you tomorrow morning, let's go to sleep. The person outside the mirror was stunned. Outside the mirror, Lanzhou was speechless and turned to Tianxin. Tianxin felt sad: He loves you very much, but you are still unmarried. It's not clear. In fact, most Chinese women are like this in marriage. So am I. Lan Zhou couldn't help but ask: Do Chinese men love the living dead? It is best to be as beautiful as a flower, it is best to have no thoughts, it is best not to resist, it is best not to speak, and it is best not to even spend money. Yang Ming asked: What do you think now that things have happened? Lan Zhou was tired and whispered: It's too tiring and painful. I just hope he forgets me, no matter in the past life or in this life. Yang Ming asked again: How are you doing? Lan Zhou: What can I do? Yang Ming brushed the mirror. The mirror image fades into view. Lan Zhou's body in the mirror is getting warmer. Two months later, Danfeng felt something was wrong. After passing the reagent, it turned out that Lan Zhou was happy. Danfeng was overjoyed. The son Lan Zhou gave birth to to me will definitely have a tiger-like head, a ruddy complexion, and piercing eyes. He will be smart, read well, and be good at calligraphy, painting, and silver hooks. If she were a daughter, that would be even better. She would be like Orchid Boat in spring and the snow would be as white as the aurora. I would take it to heart, love her with all my heart, and support her with all my support. Danfeng was sad again. I don't understand Lan Zhou, and my feet are not white. What if, what if Lan Zhou didn't like himself or the child, how could he have a child? Yu secretly lay in Lan Zhou's ear in the dark night and begged softly: Lan Zhou, I beg you, this is the only thing I ask of you in this life. If you don't like me, don't dislike the child. No, no, no, don't dislike me. Just don't like the child. Lan Zhou turned his head stiffly and sighed. Danfeng was overjoyed. He rubbed his head against the side of Lan Zhou's neck: He had a headache. Lan Zhou's eyes were slightly rounded. Danfeng quickly continued to act coquettishly: I have been studying literature today and adjusting the medication for you and your child. I haven't slept for a long time. Lan Zhou slowly raised his hand and touched Danfeng's ear, then carefully slipped Danfeng's fingers and rested lightly on Danfeng's lower back. It was a hug, a real hug, a real active hug that Danfeng could still get without being tied to Lanzhou. Danfeng went up to the sky. Pounced on him. With tears in my eyes, I never thought that I would still have this day in my life. Thanks to the Internet, it seems that the laws of love are still very and extremely necessary to learn. Danfeng feels that the study of love is the subject that she most wants to study in her life. That night, Lan Zhou tied the red rope on his wrist to Danfeng. The love between the two is beyond description. Lan Zhou's belly swelled, he was able to pronounce some monosyllables a little, his appetite increased, and his skin became smoother and smoother. She is more attracted to Danfeng's eyes. Anyway, Lan Zhou can always be attracted to Danfeng's eyes. Thinking back to when Lan Zhou had just taken medicine when he entered the building and was as skinny as a ghost, Danfeng could see that he was very charming, not to mention that he was now being carefully nourished by Danfeng. Danfeng gradually left the house, worked hard on shopping, and repaired the courtyard. After all, there would be five, six, seven, or eight children like Lanzhou in the future. Thinking about it, she felt that everything was wonderful in heaven and on earth. As for Lan Zhou, it still needs to be tied, but every time it is tied, it must be adjusted and adjusted again, so as not to hurt Danfeng's heart and eyes. Huo Yu returned to China. I couldn't help but feel worried when I heard that Lan Zhou was missing. Regardless of the marriage contract, love alone cannot be ignored. I entered the virology laboratory and checked the surveillance system, but found nothing. Just when I was feeling depressed, I saw a man passing by and my eyes were pricked. This man is tall and tall, with hair like splashing ink, squinting phoenix eyes and a straight nose, a small water chestnut mouth and a glutton for moles. He walks like wind and speaks as fast as a knife. He wears a red rope on his left wrist with a yellowed pearl on the rope which is extremely unconventional. He is carrying a lot of food. Huo Yu knew that it belonged to Lan Zhou. A family heirloom, Lan Zhou has been hanging on his wrist since he was one year old and has never left his body. The food he brought was also Lan Zhou's favorite food. Everyone knew that Lan Zhou liked to eat small whitebait, and this large pile of small whitebait of various colors was obvious. Lan Zhou was tied to the bed. Watch the sunrise and sunset, watch the fetal movement. Is it winter outside? Probably, spring, summer, autumn and winter don't matter, I will probably be buried in a white building for the rest of my life. Danfeng came back, but she didn't take back the little whitebait, and her arms were tied behind her back. Behind them stood Huo Yu and the Lan family. Huo Yu saw Lan Zhou for the first time in many years. He was sitting on the bed, like a mummy, his mind was stiff and his expression was like that of an immortal. He turned around and looked at everyone. If he didn't see anything, he turned around again and stared at the wall in a daze. Huo Yu burst into tears instantly. No one in the Lan family did not burst into tears. Lanzhou was once a scenery in the capital, but now it has lost its wings. Lan Zhou's brother walked three steps at a time and then two steps at a time. He was covered in chaff and untied Lan Zhou: Sister, let's go home. Lan Zhou turned a deaf ear and was helped out of bed like a puppet, standing still. Lan Di understood Zhou's heart: Do you still miss this criminal? Do you know that he has been using drugs to erode your mind and heart? Even if he cares about you a little, it is nothing more than maintaining a doll. To him, you are no more than the favorite corpse in the hands of a necrophiliac. Do you really want it? Lan Zhou's heart was like thunder, and he suddenly stared at Danfeng. Danfeng was cowardly and scared to death, but he couldn't help but naively said: Ever since you tied the red rope to my hand, I haven't used medicine anymore. I love you, I love you. Since the moment I saw you, I have never had anyone else, not even once, only you. I have set up a courtyard, so you can stay in the capital and communicate with your family. I am literate and can make money. I can follow you wherever you go. If you like to do business, I can learn from you. Otherwise, I can just stop asking about your business. I won't ask anything. I will clean your yard every day, wash your clothes every day, and cook small whitebait for you every day. We will have five, six, seven or eight children, and you will walk in front of me every day. Otherwise, if you still can't calm down, tie me up. Lanzhou was stunned inside the mirror, but Lanzhou understood clearly outside the mirror. After another life, Danfeng still couldn't let go of the mistakes made in the previous life. Lanzhou was in another life, but it was still that life. Looking at Danfeng's entranced look in the mirror, Lanzhou felt a great pain in his heart. He felt a little relieved, but suddenly he saw the small bed, and remembered that he had spent countless nights lying naked on the bed, unconscious, with his arms tied, and his head and shoulders were hunched down, letting Danfeng do whatever he wanted. It was no different from the white-striped chickens in the market that had their fur removed, their heads and feet neatly arranged. Broken apart, such humiliation, such humiliation... Why have you forgotten that you are also a human being? A person who has consciousness, emotions, likes and dislikes, a job, a family, friends, and freedom. It turns out that before meeting Danfeng again, he was still a human being. But why, he has not been human for a long time. Lan Zhou raised his head, his eyes instantly filled with violence, wanting to cut Danfeng into pieces with a thousand knives. His body felt hot instantly, and Lan Zhou knew that he no longer had to cut Danfeng into pieces himself, as Danfeng had been cut into pieces by a thousand cuts on his behalf. Danfeng watched Lan Zhou's ill-fitting black sweatpants getting wet, and blood spreading from his feet. Lan Zhou was supported by his family and led the way out of the laboratory, his steps stained with blood without looking back. The child that Danfeng thought about day and night just drifted away step by step and died in the white building. Danfeng sat on the small bed and refused to eat, drink or sleep. Like a living dead. The person inside the mirror is like this, but the person outside the mirror is silent. Outside the mirror, Lan Zhou was furious and asked Yang Ming: What if I followed Dan Feng? Yang Ming sighed: Danfeng took you back to Yunnan at night and took refuge in Fengzhai. After you gave birth to your son, you lingered on the sick bed. After your son was one year old, you died in Fengzhai. Danfeng spent the rest of his life alone, without a soul or a thought, spending this remaining life. No matter what we do, that's what we do. No matter what we do, it won't get better. Ziyu, Yang Ming's first disciple, said: It is better to divination and ask about the future. There are other ways. Yang Ming instructed Ziyu to do divination. As soon as the results came out, Yang Ming quickly reached out and flicked the mirror, and the mirror image gradually appeared. One month later, Lan Zhou relapsed. He hid in Huoyu and took refuge to recover from his illness. A few months later, the virus was over. Zhou'an married Jade and gave birth to a son, Huo Chen. On that side, Danfeng met the elder sister Yucai, who was her deceased husband in the previous life, and they got married by mutual consent. After marriage, Danfeng is like a fish in water. She is the backbone of the industry, has a glorious ancestor, and has unlimited glory. Four years later, Danfeng got a son named Bench. When Danfeng landed, he saw that he was short in stature, naive and stupid, so he couldn't throw it away. Four years later, Bench sneaked into the bed of his female classmate Pamucuo during lunch break and was beaten by Pamucuo's father Ma Ping. Danfeng was interviewed by the principal of the kindergarten. She reluctantly went to pick up Bench. She vaguely saw a child running past her like the wind. She seemed familiar. He had a tiger head and a tiger head. He was really cute. He was smart and could read at first glance. He was cuter than all the other children. I really wanted to touch the back of his neck. The bench hugged Danfeng's legs: Dad, why did you come to pick me up? That was Huo Chen, one year younger than me. He was the naughtiest child in our kindergarten. He climbed up and down all day long, with injuries all over his body and frequent fractures. I don't crawl, I obey. Danfeng raised her chin to the sky and said leisurely to the bench: You will have a broken bone in a while, because I beat you. Huo Chen, who ran into Lan Zhou's arms, suddenly shuddered. He suddenly felt that someone was saying bad things about him. If I know who it is, I won't beat him to death! Lan Zhou couldn't help but retract her arms and hug Huo Chen: "It's cold. Seeing how happy you are, it doesn't matter if it's colder. Mom just wants you to be free and happy." Your father has completed the transfer procedures and will not come tomorrow. There will be a ceremony to be delivered to the teachers and classmates later. From now on, you can follow me to India and practice Buddhism. With that said, he hugged Huo Chen and turned around. This aspect is so childish. Lan Zhou doesn't recognize Danfeng, and Danfeng doesn't see Lan Zhou. In this life, Lan Zhou never saw Dan Feng again, and Dan Feng never met Lan Zhou again. Outside the mirror, Lan Zhou's heart gradually calmed down and he asked Yang Ming: What about the afterlife? ，，，，，，，，，，，，，：，，，， He raised his little face, like a light, with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like brain, with bright eyes like black grapes, a wide-open smile, and a face like a peach. Lan Zhou realized that, except for his gender makeup, everything else about this boy was very similar to him. Yang Ming: You choose. Lan Zhou: I choose this life, this life, life after life, life and death, no more men and women meeting each other. The bad relationship with him is over, and we don't have to suffer each other anymore. It's great, great. Yang Ming was speechless, but seemed to have something to say. In Lanzhou's life, as shown in the mirror, he lived in India, practiced Buddhism, and never returned. He was good at calligraphy, iron painting with silver hooks, and orchids in his own hand. He was alone in the painting world. At the end of his sixties, he suffered from chronic illnesses that were difficult to cure. It was night, and it was raining heavily. When the rain stopped in the early morning, Lan Zhou understood that it was about this time. He got up with difficulty, walked lightly to the window, stretched out his fingers to catch the raindrops. I went back to the studio, took off the frame and took out the canvas. This picture frame accompanied Lan Zhou across the ocean and stayed with him until he grew old. There is an orchid on the canvas, curling up and down, with red clouds behind it, and the sky is like fire. Lan Zhou takes out his paintbrush and outlines it carefully. Sun Tzu's morning reading seems to be lingering in my ears: Life is precious, love is even more valuable, and both can be thrown away for the sake of freedom. After reading it, I kept mumbling, why is Chinese so difficult? When will my dad come back? He couldn't help but smile, this grandson actually had the same temperament as his naughty son. Shaking his head, he returned to the couch, his mind wandering far away, as if waiting for an old friend. Far away in the horizon, Huo Chen negotiated with the Virus Institute. Everything is fine, but there is nothing special about it. Fortunately, sister Pamucuo, the daughter of uncle Ma Ping, who was her childhood playmate, offered her advice in time. The director's son was actually a classmate, so he could be connected. Hey, my classmates from kindergarten can barely be considered classmates. Moreover, it is said that the classmate has a nickname, called Bench, which is so funny. Huo Chen was confident that he could win over the classmate on the bench, who made the bench like Pamucuo. The legendary classmate on the bench walked to the white building. You have to look at the director father who had a huge quarrel with his wife just for a cucumber or a tomato. He abandoned his wife and children and got divorced. All kinds of female colleagues and classmates rushed over him like crucian carp crossing the river. For the sake of Pamucuo, he made a phone call: Dad, my kindergarten classmate wants to see you. This kid actually dared to come to me, which was unprecedented. Danfeng sneered: Who is it? Bench: That's my former kindergarten classmate, named Huo Chen. Danfeng: Huo Chen, you have retained so many grades, transferred to so many schools, and have so many classmates, all of them are like him, and you have to meet them all. Do I want to live anymore? The bench was speechless. Danfeng couldn't stand being ignored. She was so annoyed that she was so angry that she said, "I just finished the experiment and I'm exhausted. I need to catch up on some sleep." As he said that, he got into bed. I was gripping the quilt hard in bed, thinking about the new female graduate student, which kept me excited for a long time. The result was just like this. Women are all the same. None of them have feelings. They look like fleshy people, but in fact they are all as paper. Thinking about it carefully, I feel nothing like paper. It must be because they all have bad figures. None of them have good figures. I am almost pissed off. The bench had no choice but to come up with a trump card: Huo Chen's uncle Ma Ping is the county magistrate of my grandma's home county. Huo Chen brought the first crop of small whitebait this year, and Huo Chen was waiting at the door of the Virology Institute with it. Little whitebait, little whitebait from my hometown, little whitebait is very delicious. The small whitebait is a small whitebait that Danfeng will crawl and burn as soon as he hears about it. Danfeng stood up and ran to the window as fast as he could. He looked nothing like a sixty-year-old scientific researcher. I saw a sturdy young man with a tiger head and a big brain walking past and around the fountain. Danfeng agreed to everything in his heart. I angrily called my classmate on the bench and asked him to put down his things and leave. I signed online. While signing online, a conversation came over the phone between my son and the young man. Bench: Huo Chen, you have to leave now. Where can I find you? And Pamucuo. Huo Chen: I'll send you the address, but if you go to India to find me, you can't just go to Huo Chen, you have to go to Lan Yuan. Pamucuo and I live in the manor next door, and you can find her if you find me. Bench: Who is Lan Yuan? Huo Chen: It's me Lan Yuan. I went to India with my mother to practice Buddhism. I had no connection with Buddhism and turned to business. My master said that I had too many negative connections, so I changed my name to Lan Yuan to avoid disaster. Bench: Then why is your surname Lan? Huo Chen: My mother's surname is Lan, Lan Zhou. This statement comes from Danfeng like a bolt from the blue. I quickly put down the test and ran to the window. Looking at the young man's figure, my heart ached. Why, I suddenly felt in my heart, this is my son, is this supposed to be my son, this is obviously not my son, my son is next to him, then whose son is he, Lan Zhou's. Who is Lan Zhou? Who is Lan Zhou? Who is Lan Zhou? Who is Lan Zhou! Danfeng suffered from angina pectoris and died on a small bed in the white building that night. With the drizzle, no one knows. Far away in the horizon, Lan Zhou passed by. There is an orchid on the canvas next to the boat, curling up and down. The original fiery red glow behind the flower is now outlined to look like a phoenix flower. Next to the flower, there is a circle of small characters painted on iron and silver hooks, which says: The small building listened to the spring rain all night. The phoenix boats all enjoy the spring rain at sixty degrees. Yang Ming learned that Lan Zhou had gone and chanted sutras to save him. Ignoring the reflection in the flower mirror next to her, the image gradually appeared. In the mirror, Danfengli's soul is in front of his body on the small bed in the white building. Puzzled. Who is Lan Zhou? There was a loud thunder, and a beam of light under the moon attracted Danfeng's soul to pursue it at the speed of light. The wind whistled in his ears. Danfeng seemed to have traveled through the tunnel of time and space. Danfeng couldn't help cursing. I have studied for so many Ph. D. S, but it is of no use at this point. I should have known I had studied for a Ph. D. In metaphysics. Pictures suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, like a man standing by a lake. This man was as tall as a mountain, with a strong back and waist, a ruddy face, and piercing eyes. He looked at a little woman, but he saw that this little woman was tall, with green hair like clouds, stern eyes, a straight nose, and a small mouth with water chestnuts and a greedy mole. She was actually herself. From the beginning of this frame, the picture appears like white clouds rushing over the city of Dian, making it dizzying for the eyes. Yunnan embroidery, small work, firewood pile, pearls, rouge, red wedding dress, number one scholar, bandages, hospital gown, oranges, red rope, small whitebait. There are also flower glasses. Danfeng remembered who Lan Zhou was, and her soul shattered into pieces. Lan Zhou finally didn't want himself anymore. Even though Lan Zhou saw everything about his two lives in the mirror, and knew all his efforts and punishments, he finally no longer wanted himself. Danfeng was once scared to death of this moment, but she didn't expect that this moment would eventually come, and she was no longer afraid of death. It's not a good idea to die. So good that he died. Die. A voice came to my ear: Danfeng will be Lan Zhou's father in the next life. This is what Lan Zhou hopes for, and Zhou promises to be rewarded by serving the Buddha for the rest of his life. Danfeng shouted at the top of her lungs, and her efforts were wiped out: I am Lanzhou's lover, I am Lanzhou's lover, I am not Lanzhou's anyone, I am not anyone's anyone, I am Lanzhou's lover, I am Lanzhou's lover... This sentence is despairing and sad in an infinite loop... It's so miserable for ghosts, so miserable for human beings, and the echoes of tears and blood are unbearable to hear. The flower mirror is speechless. Another hundred years later. Danfeng sat behind the negotiation table and pretended to be invisible. The assistant looked at Danfeng and quietly probed: DAN, this order was introduced by Bai Juntuo, the county magistrate, Ma Ping, the richest man in your hometown of Diancheng. Looking at the current situation, only you, the king of hackers, can come back to life. Danfeng is tall and tall, with hair like splashing ink, squinty eyes and a straight nose, a small mouth with water chestnuts and a greedy mole. She walks like wind and talks as fast as a knife: she is a poor relative who can't reach the horizon even if she goes to India. The assistant whispered: I am a bit poor. Danfeng exploded: Who do you think is poor? Your whole county is poor. The assistant was speechless. Those who come from the village come from the village, and getting all the Ivy League degrees can't change the situation of going from county to county. Danfeng hated her assistant, she hated her so much, because she couldn't find anyone in the whole world who he liked, not even in India. He had obviously dreamed about the one he liked. He was about 175cm tall, with hair like clouds, skin as white as snow, with curved front and back, breath like orchid, preferably with eyes like black grapes, and preferably with two big peaches hanging under the collarbone. Danfeng's mouth felt dry and her whole body felt hot as she thought about it. She even hated her assistant for not living up to expectations and looking like this. He dared to say that we are poor. If you are in a bad mood, I will let my darknet destroy you. Dan Feng, the founder of Little Silver Fish Darknet, felt bad in his heart. Somehow, Danfeng had hated China and officials since he was born. He felt that the country and officials constrained him, preventing him from flying or coming to India. Why come to India? Danfeng didn't know. Anyway, Danfeng knew that it would be fine if he came to India. The assistant senses that something is wrong in the atmosphere. The boss is very angry. Is this because he is in a hot temper and misses a girl? He quickly turned around and said, "DAN, tell me, you have so many ex-girlfriends, which one do you like best? Or, let's search online first? With your ability, you can't get any of them." Danfeng, who is Chinese, rolled his eyes at his assistant. Danfeng felt that the assistant was stupid enough to overturn the table: "It's just a Chinese girl." Assistant: Chinese girl? I have met several Chinese girls. Danfeng sneered, you have seen a hammer. Today, I will tell you, a foreign ghost, about the person in my dream to open your eyes: all the good Chinese girls are in the courtyard, about 175cm tall, with hair like clouds, skin as white as snow, with curved front and back, breath like orchid, eyes like black grapes, and two big peaches hanging under the collarbone. He can recite poems and compose poems, manage money and keep accounts, write and draw, and give birth to five, six, seven or eight children. " As I said this, I thought I felt a lot better, and secretly made a vow in my heart, don't let me catch such a person, and if I catch such a person, I will tie him to the Dian City style courtyard that has just been settled in the capital. There is a big lock on the courtyard gate, the kind that looks like it can compete with the Leifeng Pagoda. I also want to customize the largest lock on the dark web, one that can lock the solar system. As I was thinking about it, I saw a figure passing by, glanced at it casually, and smashed the small silverbait soft USB disk in my hand. The visitor's left wrist has a red rope piercing his heart, and the pearls are dazzling. A corner of the document is revealed, and you will see the full signer: Lan Zhou. Handwritten signature with iron painting and silver hook.