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"Until I see the green mountains, I refuse to grow old."
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When he was six years old, Xue Ningcai was sent to Sijiu City to become a disciple of Liyuan Master Ye Xiaochun.
Later on her birthday, she made three wishes.
The first is to become a couple, the second is to lead a good life with her mother, and the third is to be with Xu Shanqing for the rest of her life.
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Xu Shanqing is her younger senior brother. He has a distinguished background but is approachable.
He led her to practice Qigong, bought her candied haws, and took her to Shichahai on a bicycle to see crabapple flowers.
He protected her, accompanied her, and pampered her.
Xue Ningcai felt that he was the most amazing person in the world, even if he only regarded her as his sister.
He only regarded her as his sister.
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Later, the last time Xue Ningcai saw Xu Shanqing was outside the bar at night.
The moon was reflected in the water on the ground, like a coin. She held a cigarette in her hand and looked at him with the smoke in her eyes.
He was still handsome and beautiful, with a pair of eyes on his clear face that were as bright as if they were on fire.
"Go back with me."
She laughed and gently brushed his hand away. The ash fell to the ground like heavy snow.
"I can't go back, Xu Shanqing, I'm already married."
△Short story, about 100,000 words
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△If a man is not a scumbag and a woman is not a scumbag, she will just lose to fate.
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The polite scum boss in the Beijing circle x the charming cheongsam beauty
"You are the jewel in my palms and the cinnabar in my eyes. I want you to be mine alone."
When Song Liwan was sent to Jin's house, he only had a small baggage with him.
The courtyard is deep, with purple wisteria flowing freely along the flower stand. The girl stands in the shadow of the flowers, wearing a washed and faded cotton cheongsam. Her waist is slender, her eyebrows are carved, and she shines like pearls.
Jin Changshu glanced at her, his eyes focused on her face, but turned away before she realized it: "There are many people who want to stay with me. Miss Song, what do you think is special about you?"
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As the current leader of the Jin family, Jin Changshu has a cold, stern and graceful face, noble and beautiful, which makes people feel dirty. He has an immortal appearance but a Shura heart. He is arbitrary, ruthless, willful and ungrateful, and he plays with the business world of the capital at his fingertips.
But later, everyone knew that Mr. Jin had raised a little ancestor.
The little ancestor is extremely beautiful, with ice-cold muscles and jade bones, beautiful jade and shining light, and is cool and beautiful.
It's just that the little ancestor had a bad temper. At the auction, Jin Changshu spent a lot of money and bought a sky-high price portrait as a gift to Song Liwan.
However, Song Liwan lit the portrait on fire in front of everyone.
"I don't want anything that other women have touched."
For a moment, the entire audience was silent, thinking that Mr. Jin was about to get angry.
But she saw the corners of his lips raised, and his expression could be called joyful. He leaned forward gracefully and brushed off a speck of dust from the toe of her shoe.
"If you don't want it, don't do it. Why do it yourself? What should I do if I get burned?"
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The dragon only has patience and lonely love.
Give them all to her.
But Song Liwan didn't want it.
Not only did he refuse, he also ran away quickly, leaving only a note.
"There's nothing special about me, Mr. Jin, I just hate you very much."
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When they reunited, Song Liwan was still wearing a cheongsam, and the begonia flowers were in full bloom along the corners of the robe, outlining enchanting and soft curves. But her brows were cold, her snow-white face was like clouds pinched with snow, bright and charming, and so beautiful that it captured the soul.
When she saw him, she smiled slightly and called him politely and coldly: "Hello, Mr. Jin."
Her hand was in another man's arm.
In a corner of the hunting ground that no one saw, Song Liwan was held down by him and glared at him: "Let go!"
Jin Changshu looked at her with a cruel expression, but it was like looking at a lost and recovered treasure.
"My Li Wan," he said, "you are destined to be mine forever."
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△The dog-blooded sweet pet Mary Sue
△Four years age difference
Intention: There is a kind of love called letting go
