How Can We Be Together?

Passerby A: Flower shadow curtains, spring sleep pink cheeks, at that moment, I just feel that time is passing by, my throat is hoarse, as if even the fragrant dust is deliberately silent, and I slowly go down the stairs carefully. The ancient poems ring in my ears: Painting Lan once leaned against the east wind and smiled, and the cherries were half-opened towards the evening. He gently lifted his robe and sat down. Slowly leaning down, he was close enough that her warm and moist breath touched his face, close enough that he could see the fine beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, and close enough that those two fresh lips were right in front of his eyes. Passerby B: Although her bare feet are not as tender and pink as when she was pampered in the past. Wearing straw sandals all day, they are full of calluses and small wounds, but her slender feet are kicking and lightly scratching at his waist. It was really unbearable, not to mention the delicate and delicate last word: "It's really cold..." On a cold night in late autumn, with the howling north wind, the cold man huddled up, but a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back. The hut still had drafts from all sides, and it was really cold at night. The moonlight leaked from the holes in the roof, beams one after another, making the room half-dark and half asleep. Within an hour, the folded coat he placed between them was kicked by her and disappeared. She was lying on her side, with the soles of her feet on his legs and her palms on his arms, curling up closer and closer. Finally, unable to bear it anymore, he closed his eyes and sighed quietly into the air: "I am a man." Passerby C: The layers of armored guards in front of me suddenly made a clear path for two people, and I saw only one person, dressed as an ordinary wealthy man, with jade tassels hanging gently on his waist, walking slowly and leisurely, a calm pine and cypress. In the past, there was still a bit of dissoluteness, but now, once he has conquered the world, his noble aura is deep in his bones, which is very intimidating. She looked at the person coming, and resolutely climbed out of the railing, her skirt flying, and as soon as she let go, the jade and fragrance disappeared. Seeing this, he still looked calm and composed, looking at her through the crowd, and said calmly: "Do you want to die? You have to ask me if I agree. Since I am here personally, you should know that I am determined to win. If you jump today, I will send my troops south and shed millions of blood to satisfy the hatred in my heart." The words he said were calm and gentle, and threatened the lives of millions of people in the southern half of the country. He followed suit and walked slowly to Jin. The secret guards held their breath and stared at Jin's eyes, not daring to stop him. He walked up to her, looked at her intently, leaned down, leaned into her ear, and whispered at a volume that only the two of him could hear: "If you really wanted to die, how could you survive today? Don't you care about the lives of these dozens of secret guards? Don't care about the lives of thousands of people in the southern dynasty?" The wind gusted from high above, and the hairpins had already been scattered in a hurry, and a black hair was blown messy by the wind. He sighed softly, stretched out his hand, gently tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, held one of her arms with one hand, put the other hand under the armpit, gently lifted her up, put her in his arms, and held her firmly sideways. Passerby: In the darkness, she couldn't see his expression. As the air flowed, he groped for her hand and pulled it away. At this moment, without caring about anything else, Zhi Zhi pressed it to his waist. Her hand was intertwined with his ten fingers. The palm of her hand was burning, covered with sweat, wet, and surprisingly hot. He used all his strength to press it on the thirteen jade belt. The back of her hand was pressing on a jade belt plate. The hollow and open-carved pattern of fairy orchid was reflected on the skin of the back of her hand, giving a faint chill. His breathing sounded like a drum, and her heart was pounding under his influence. A piece of white cloth with wide sleeves and crisp and delicate embroidery on the edge hangs down by her cheek and sticks to her ear, hard and slightly itchy. Feeling that the hairpin on her head was tightened, the sleeves with the cold fragrance of red plums were gently retracted, and she heard his soft and delicate voice above her head, with a slight chuckle: "Your Highness's hairpin is crooked." The author said: Passers-by A, B, B and D do not distinguish the order of coffee. The author said again: Why should we cut the western window candle together? But Dao was at a loss at that time. You are not such a person for one life, and neither am I. You are not a good person and I am not a kind person, so there is no need to talk about who is sorry for whom. Intention: This person is like jade, evil, charming, wild, tolerant and affectionate, and has a sense of destiny. If the green mountains cannot be kept, they will all go to the east. There are all kinds of dog blood you like, welcome to join the pit