The peaceful life was shattered by a commotion on the street, which revealed a huge secret that had been hidden for many years.
"Are you Yu Qingjia? That wild child?"
"You are?"
Before she had time to think, a loud slap fell on Yu Qingjia's face.
Neighbors immediately had different opinions.
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He is a small lighthouse in her life.
She said she would change seventy-two times.
Hearing the sound, Zheng Jing approached her gently and chuckled: "Then, can you make my brother your sweetheart?"
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At the parent-teacher meeting, the head teacher called her parents' names over and over again, but no one responded under the podium, and her fair little face turned red with embarrassment.
Zheng Jing: "Sorry, I'm late. I'm her parent."
Then he took her cold little hand, looked at her gently, and whispered: "Brother is here, don't be afraid."
Facing all the traumas in life, he told her: "Brother, without snowflakes, I can bravely venture into the world!"
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She thought he would always be by her side and resist all the pains of life with her, but he left without saying goodbye in her sophomore year of high school.
His friend once asked: "Is it because of her that you have been protecting Yu Qingjia?"
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When we meet again many years later, the boy who always had a smile on his face is no longer there, and only the leader of the Jiulin Zheng family has returned.
What she didn't know was that at the time of her life and death, he, who had never believed in gods and Buddhas, just kowtowed three times from the foot of Jingyun Mountain to the top of Jingyun Mountain in the pouring rain just because of an old man's words, just to ask the God of Death to let his beloved girl go.
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He lay in her arms, with blood showing at the corner of his mouth. He gently stroked her cheek: "Brother, it's my fault."
Her tears fell heavily on his palm: "You are fine, you are already fine."
After hearing her answer, he just chuckled, and tears of disappointment fell from the corners of his eyes: "I once stood alone in the fog. The fog was so thick that I couldn't see anything clearly. Don't blame me, okay?"
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Concept: Love is not a noun
