The Fragrance of Pear Blossoms in One Continent and One City

Copywriting of this article↓ In the market, a dandy walking around with a birdcage kicked over a broken bowl. After standing firm, he looked down and saw that his ankle was wrapped by a delicate hand. Even though it was stained with dust, he could still tell that it was a pair of beautiful hands. The woman raised her head and raised her eyes vaguely, a little timidly, with tears still hanging on her face. She was fresh, beautiful, and pitiful, as delicate as pear blossoms reflected in the spring water. The plain white mourning clothes highlighted her slender waist and weak shoulders. Her half-moon-like eyes looked straight at her, soft and charming, as if they were made of water. Later, I heard that the woman died of illness, and the dandy was heartbroken and the prodigal son turned back to revive the family business. One day the autumn wind was freezing. The tip of the knife flashing with cold light was right in front of him, and the dude closed his eyes in resignation and waited for death. "Cang." The sound of the collision of weapons sounded above his head, but the expected pain did not come. He opened his eyes, feeling thankful but also in disbelief. The black gauze covering the face of the woman who saved her slowly fell to the ground. The woman who was still able to cope with the chaos, dressed in black clothes and with her hair tied up, clearly looked the same as the person he thought about all day and night, thinking he was dead! Ha, what a coincidence. #Even if there are thousands of people in the world, if I don't meet you, my life will be joyless# Reading Guide ①Double cleansing in both places ② Make up history, refuse to make excuses, and refuse to use textual research ③1V1, he ④Neck scarf @ Intention: Go against the current and never forget the original intention