The delicate ballet girl VS the handsome armed police captain
When they met for the first time in a dark alley, Gu Qingying blocked the hands that stretched out from time to time in despair and fear. The smell of tobacco and alcohol on the tip of her nose made her burst into tears, and she muttered vaguely, "No, go away."
At this moment, a clear trumpet sound suddenly sounded, and dazzling lights broke through the darkness. The tall and tall man walked quickly against the light, threw him over his shoulder...
When Gu Qingying was in a daze, five or six gangsters had already fallen to the ground, and the man's cold smoking voice sounded in his ears. "Little girl, are you okay?"
At that time, she thought she was moved when they met for the first time.
When they met again, Lu Qingying stood aside awkwardly, not daring to look at He Si. She lowered her head, like a child who had made a mistake.
He Si had a lazy smile on his face, but you could hear he was a little angry in his tone: "You are so brave, you have learned how to fight? Why are you so naughty, kid?"
When he said this, Lu Qingying suddenly felt a little aggrieved. She didn't raise her lowered head and didn't respond.
She stared at the tips of her shoes and felt her nose was a little sore. He Shi frowned: "Raise your head and speak."
The next moment, snap, a tear fell straight down. He seemed stunned.
"I didn't fight." The girl's voice was choked. She suppressed her astringency and said again: "I just wanted them to stop fighting, but they didn't listen to me." He seemed annoyed, and he shouldn't have spoken so harshly. "Stop crying." Child.
Later, when they met again, Lu Qingying could clearly hear the deafening joy in her heart.
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Gu Qingying: "Why do you call me Little Swan?"
He Si: "Because I saw you dancing beautifully like a proud little swan in the audience."
Gu Qingying: "What about Little Moon?"
He Si: "You are my moon."
The moon on the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is your sweetheart.
Ah Ying, from the moment I met you, I wanted to hold you in my arms, my little moon.
Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world?
Concept: The moon is a metaphor, so its identity is you.
