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Bai Dingling, who is 30 years old, doesn't know how many times she has attended other people's weddings.
All the classmates and friends around me have found their destinations, and now she is slowly the only one left.
A new interview in the company made the two people who had passed each other on campus get to know each other again.
Bai Dingling didn't know that Xiao Shuhan had known her for a long time.
And Xiao Shuhan didn't know that the two of them had met again.
After meeting at work, he kept hiding two things from her.
The first thing was that he once caught her failing to confess her love.
The second thing was that she indirectly messed up his date.
"You came here so early to fall in love?" Xiao Shuhan thought to himself.
He heard the woman say: "I like you."
...
Xiao Shuhan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "So I came here to express my love so early in the morning."
When Xiao Shuhan ran towards the blooming magnolia tree for the second time, Bai Dingling was the only one standing under the tree.
"Confession failed." Xiao Shuhan glanced over from the corner of his eye.
"Don't worry about it this early in the morning!" Xiao Shuhan added another barrage in his mind as if he was watching an online micro-movie.
In front of the hostess, she is an elegant and elegant landscape planting and planting designer, and she is a queen type.
Create some romance in the ordinary, and the little bits of romance accumulate to the emotions under the blooming spring flowers...
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[Advance Collection] "Green Wags and Paulownia"
Deep in the alley,
Beside the roof tiles of Bai Yitong's house,
There is a wild paulownia tree right outside the courtyard wall of Zhou Wadong's house.
Several years later, they met again many times,
I don't know if it's a woman's eighteenth transformation.
Or they were too young when they were separated...
But then Bai Yitong thought,
Maybe she misses that time too much,
So I can recognize him at a glance,
But he "turned a blind eye" to her over and over again.
In Zhou Wadong's memory,
There is a vague shadow,
Like a wild flower growing on Mount Kilimanjaro,
Weak and small, yet strong and strong.
Until he was in England,
Meeting the woman who "robbed" all the rose seeds before him,
The shadow gradually became clear and concrete in his mind...
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Concept: Happiness is so simple
