The Year of the Torch

- That was the last day before Xie and Ying left Beijing. Meng Zikun opened a large table in the bar of the Workers' Stadium to practice for the two little mandarin ducks who had finally come to the end of their hardships. Under the lively music and singing, everyone drank too much. Wen Xiaolou burst into tears while covering Ying Ning's little hand, "Niuniu, tell me, we all grew up in the same courtyard, why did you just fall in love with the one named Xie!" Xie Luyan is not a good person to criticize. He is really a person who is frightened by the younger generation. Even the adults waved their hands after hearing this, "What? That boy from the Xie family? The ancestor of our ancestors!" At this moment, the ancestor was squinting, occupying a sofa alone, looking at the girl opposite with a smile, without retorting or answering. Ying Ning's kindness to Xie Luyan was seen by everyone. She tried the medicine blindly and endured it day after day. She was heartbroken and suffered hardships, but she never gave up. It was possible to develop a young man who was wandering on the edge of hell and about to wither into the beautiful tree he is now. Ten years passed by. Someone who had been silent all night finally spoke, Xie Luyan stood up, took the girl back into his arms, played with the tail of her hair and said, "I liked her first." ​ # During the years when Xie Luyan suffered from the most serious eating disorder, eating every day was like a torture. The whole family was coaxing and coaxing him. Occasionally, he could drink a bowl of porridge, and his grandparents would be able to make high-quality incense. In those years, I relied entirely on nutritional needles. One day, my uncle invited an old Chinese medicine doctor from the countryside. He was taking my grandpa's pulse and asked him to come over and take a look. Xie Luyan didn't want to go, but his eldest sister asked him to bring a few jars of bird's nests to the east courtyard for Mother Chen. He raised his eyelids slightly and chuckled lazily, "Call me." "Who makes Xiaosi treat me best?" Ying Ning accompanied her grandfather to Beijing for the first time. After driving for a day, she was starving to death. In the heavily guarded large garden, she did not dare to move around. Grandpa went to take the pulse of the master, and she sat carefully in the living room and waited. The master's servant was so kind that he took her to the kitchen dedicated to servants and served her a bowl of noodles. Ying Ning was grateful. Lying on the small square table made of ash wood, he was restrained in a corner, holding a large porcelain bowl with floating ink in his little hands, and eating with relish. Xie Luyan stood at the door, his slender right arm resting on the door frame. He was holding a bird's nest in his left hand. He wore a black coat outside his slim and elegant suit. He squinted slightly and looked at the girl in front of him quietly for a full minute. Ying Ning noticed the movement at the door and raised her head. The moment they looked at each other out of thin air, Xie Luyan felt hungry. That was his first time in seven years. #The long night is over, he finally waited for his private sun Reunion after a broken mirror | Reunion after a long separation | Two virgins and two places | Youth foster care Thunder This article is based on the ancient Beijing style. The content is rather gory and the plot design is exaggerated. It is exclusively customized for readers who are good at this. Be sure to confirm your XP before entering the trap! Intention: May true love last forever.