Rujun Has Few People in the World

Compassionate and transparent (cherishing life) girl & cold and gentle (scheming) young man (The early stage is to pave the way for the heroine to bury the thread. You guys think it will be slower and more patient. The interaction between the male and female protagonists will be sweet later. The growth of the heroine will be really sweet in the later stage. You guys can collect it.) **The writing style is relaxed and Bo Jun is happy** Never give up! ! ! — The spring day was lively and the street was noisy with suona music. Fu Xiaoyou, who was wearing plain clothes, looked at the spiritual tablet in front of the coffin. Her eyes were desolate, like unmelted ice in early spring. Even when illuminated by light, they were still cold, bitingly cold. Fu Xiaoyou is only eight years old. Others see her as indifferent at heart. Even her parents are not very close to her. Only Grandma Lin, who knew her well, knew that she didn't know how to speak and had never been loved. The emperor decreed that both men and women could read. However, Fu Xiaoyou beat the old master and lost his books to read. She picked up an old man and taught her what she had learned throughout her life. The dead trees also bloomed in spring, and the barren mountains in her heart also bloomed with mountain flowers. The old gentleman spent the cold New Year's Eve with her, and the moment the fireworks exploded, he withdrew her last ray of light. — Fu Xiaoyou's eyes were shattered, and her fists were clenching tighter and tighter. The thought of an ominous person broke into her body, invaded her heart, and wreaked havoc. She went to Chang'an to study with the recommendation letter her husband gave her before he died. She was born in a poor family, and she didn't expect that this school was actually the Baicao School where only the royal family and the rich could attend. She was born like grass and was squeezed by others. The look he gave me showed disgust, but also curiosity... She was like a wild beast in a cage, and every piece of fur and even flesh on her body had to be looked at. — She was sitting alone in a corner, but there was always someone looking for trouble for her. I heard that that person was the Yingchuan Lan family, the head of the aristocratic family. He was usually dignified and extravagant, and he was accompanied by two followers. That is to say, he dislikes the indifferent yet humble look on her body the most. That day, he blocked her in the backyard pavilion again, kicked her kneecaps, and made her kneel deep in the dirt. He threw the homework assigned by his husband on her head and asked her to write it. He was disdainful, but she was meaningless. She picked up all the papers and gently dusted off the mud stains on her clothes, her eyes as calm as a lake. But someone picked up the paper before her, and when she looked over, she saw the jade bracelet on that person's hand slowly falling to the wrist bone, and his slender white fingers were still pink and white. Pick up the self-esteem that fell to the ground for her. Fu Xiaoyou still remembers that when Ye Hean came, he was cool and elegant in blue clothes, and he was already stunning. Her appearance is like jade, and when she smiles, she looks like the bright moon in her eyes, and the sunlight falls on her shoulders, like a banished immortal untainted by the delicate dust. He gently helped her up and said softly: "There is no need to lower yourself to the dirt. Others will only treat you as flower fertilizer, and sooner or later they will bury you in the dark soil." "Understandable?" Fu Xiaoyou nodded slightly, dumbfounded, and remembered these words for the rest of his life. Loving someone is like growing flowers, and Fu Xiaoyou is Ye Hean's pomegranate flower that touches the heart the most. Intention: A young man wants to find flowers and explore the way, go straight into the depths of white clouds, and then place flowers in the world to find himself.