Jiang Zhiyin, a faded folk singer, hurriedly obtained her license with a strange man due to an unexpected incident...
There was a prune tree planted next door to her house, with a branch stretched out, and it would produce juicy fruits every year, which I ate in vain for three whole years.
One night, she had a dream.
A tall figure, whose face could not be seen clearly, heard a sound that sounded like a smile but not a smile.
"You ate my fruit, what will you do in return, huh?"
When she woke up, she thought, wasn't there anyone next door?
Jiang Zhiyin placed a bowl of walnuts on the edge of the wall for peace of mind.
Soon, a man knocked on the door.
"You are..." She saw that he was holding an empty bowl in his hand, and it turned out to be "... Mr. Neighbor."
There was an inexplicable and scheming smile on his lips.
"I am your husband."
"...!"
*
Gu Xun did not believe that people would go to another world after death, even if they had just lost a loved one, until the Ghost Festival.
Looking at her squatting next to the fire lit by Jin Yuanbao, clasping her hands, she said.
"Auntie, I heard that the new people there need to establish relationships."
"I don't have any acquaintances there, so I can't help you."
"There is no need to spend money on these ingots. I will give them to you next year."
The wind blew, and ashes with sparks rose up and blew towards his side.
Jiang Zhiyin said with bright eyes, "Look, it's Auntie who turned into the wind and is getting close to you."
He spread his hands, and some scraps of paper and ashes fell on his palms, still carrying a little warmth.
His cold heart suddenly felt warm. He lowered his head and pressed it against her back, his face hidden in the shadows, and his voice came out muffled.
"You have seen my vulnerability and vulnerability. It shouldn't be like this..."
*
Gu Xun put his hand on the door frame and looked down at her with a smile on his lips.
"Avoid me?"
Jiang Zhiyin turned her head and did not look at him.
Gu Xun: "What I said last night..."
What happened last night was something she couldn't avoid. Her heart clenched tightly and she quickly stopped what he was going to say next.
"I didn't hear it."
"Really?" He said in a long tone, looking sideways at her inquiringly.
"Jiang Zhiyin, I like you."
"..." She said three words in a daze, so frivolous.
*Male protagonist, gentle scum/affectionate young man/possessive
*The heroine, happy-go-lucky/soft dumpling/little temper
*SC, HE
*2024.4.6
——Advance payment——
"Little Liar Clouds"
Mai Duo was confused when he returned to China. He felt strongly that he was a country bumpkin. Under the impact of high technology, he got lost before leaving the airport.
God has mercy on me and I met an old acquaintance.
This acquaintance didn't like her very much.
She didn't understand, how could he be so awesome in a wheelchair?
Young Master Yun Jiaxu is cold and indifferent, thousands of miles away from others, and he lives in a wheelchair all day long.
Yunxu and Xiao Qingmei have not seen each other for many years, but they feel repulsed.
"You go."
Go? Mai Duo is watching domestic dramas abroad, and a random episode of Gong Dou Zhai Dou is enough to follow her.
"My poor..."
"Shut up."
"Then I don't have to leave?"
"As you wish."
Mai Duogan, who was thundering but not raining, secretly glanced at the wheelchair as it walked away, smiling triumphantly.
"Easy pass."
The lonely figure on the balcony reminds me of everything, especially that sentence.
"Brother Yun, I like you so much!"
He clenched his fists and his eyes swelled.
Duoduo, you little liar!
Intent: Possession and healing coexist
