The spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants, and the summer flowers are reflected in red.
In autumn, the melons and fruits are abundant, and the plum blossoms in the east are like snow.
When the apricot blossoms fill the dock, why don't you come and take a look?
That day
Jiang Mengqiu said to himself: "It turns out that it was fate that Weaver Girl applied for the job that day."
Yang Shuo asked curiously: "What is the fate?".
Jiang Mengqiu glanced at him and explained helplessly: "The wedding ceremony was successful that day, but I didn't ask for marriage, so I have always been curious about what I would apply for if there is a Weaver Girl."
Yang Shuo suddenly realized: "So everything was doomed then? Everyone would be happy."
Intent: Warm and plain, this is a story about healing oneself