The Evening Breeze Sinks

[Diplomat VS Classical Dance Principal] On a cold rainy night, a classical dance tour came to an end. After a fuss in the locker room, teammates stared at the diamond ring on Meng Ting's hand in surprise: "Ting Ting... Are you married?" After taking it off in a hurry, Meng Ting suppressed the panic in her eyes and whispered: "It's just a decoration." The teammates breathed a sigh of relief. How could Meng Ting, who was so cold, lonely, and unconventional, get married so easily. The crowd dispersed and she forgot to bring her umbrella. I originally planned to run all the way home, but I saw the man wearing a suit and leather shoes, holding a black umbrella, waiting desertedly under the tree. She was surprised, he should be in Paris at this moment. I saw the man slowly raising his eyes, and his voice was cold and low through the thin rain and mist, "Shouldn't you come back for the anniversary?" * Xie Yanjing was dignified, elegant and dignified, and at a young age he became the much-anticipated spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Because of him, Meng Ting knew what a true pride of heaven was. It was also because of him that Meng Ting also completely understood what it meant to be a polite scum, and what kind of absurd soul he had underneath his ascetic and regular appearance. On the surface, he was always cool and solemn, and treated her with respect. She received the very restrained "good morning" and "good night" he wrote on the envelope, and received his short poem at dusk in the port. But I also understood his cruelty and absurdity at night. During these years with him, she thought she was paying off her debt. It is only natural that all debts should be discharged and all should be dispersed. But on the morning when she was about to leave, the man pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely: "Is this how you repay kindness with enmity?" * In the ten years of knowing Xie Yanjing, Meng Ting only called him brother twice. For the first time, in the misty water town, she tugged on his sleeve and begged with a tearful voice, "Brother, can you take me away?" The second time, on a rainy night, she finally made up her mind to break up, still crying, "Brother, can you let me go?" Age difference/Mutual redemption/Childhood sweethearts/Micro wallpaper i/Later pursuit of wife hzc ◆"I step into the evening breeze again and again, just to embrace you at the right time." ———————————————— The next book "Zheyue" Beijing circle VS female college, if you are interested, please click and add it to your collection * In the afternoon when she had a headache due to her thesis, Ruan Yi was taken by her roommate to a museum to relieve her boredom. The room was filled with jewels and dazzling eyes. Ruan Yi pointed at the donor who had seen it many times and couldn't help but ask: "Who is Fu Yueli?" The roommate was surprised at her innocence and whispered, "You mean Fu Sheng?" "I'm not exaggerating. People say that he is the god of this Stone City." * Ruan Yi never thought that one day he would get into trouble with this "heaven". On a cloudy and rainy day, a man stood calmly in the thin light with a cigarette in his fingertips. The dark eyes were tired, unfocused, and uninterested. Staring at Ruan Yi was like staring at a little house sparrow that had intruded in panic. No one expected that they would get married in two days. Later, when he mentioned this marriage to outsiders, Ruan Yi looked at her with a stern look and said in a low voice: "Marriage by agreement, we will divorce soon." It was a meaningless sentence, and she felt that was what he thought. But soon, she paid the price for these words. On humid days and ridiculous nights, the red lips were slightly swollen from being rubbed, and the delicate wrists were severely imprisoned by a force. The hoarse voice was filled with coldness, "Want to leave?" "Yiyi, that's not what you said when you sat on my lap." *** Small theater: It was another afternoon tortured by papers. Ruan Yi held up her face and deleted a line of words she had racked her brains to write with a frown. The man came over with a water glass and hugged her from behind. Seeing the topics she listed on the screen, he couldn't help but ask, "You study history. In ancient times, what type of person am I?" He thought that he was either a civil servant or a powerful minister. As a result, the little girl pointed at him and said word by word, "He is a cruel official." Yes, covering the sky with one hand is lawless. Intention: Persistence is victory.