When Cui Zhao was studying in North America when he was young, he accidentally got a mountain bluebird in Idaho.
He gently held the poor bird, and Cui Zhao shivered as the warm down feathers passed through the skin to the sensory nerves. Unfortunately, the mountain bluebird did not live long. One sunny morning, it lay quietly on the soft cushion, its body stiff.
Cui Zhao was silent for a long time, then went to bury the "Dream Blue" under an oak tree outside the manor.
Cui Zhao occasionally dreams about this mountain bluebird, when he suffers from insomnia.
Many years later, on a clean and bright summer day, he saw a young girl holding a bouquet of phoenix feathers and falling into the golden pond, standing lightly in front of him in a long blue pleated skirt.
Cui Zhao suddenly remembered the shining blue bluebird from his youth.
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When the three of them had dinner together, Shui Qing told a cold joke. Mingzhen had long been accustomed to such jokes, so she just stuffed a piece of beef rib into her mouth, and then grinned at Shui Qing!
Unexpectedly, Cui Zhao couldn't control his laughter at all, and Shui Qing never expected that someone would support his cold joke so much.
Shui Qing was worried: Is it so funny? I've never made anyone laugh like this.
After he finished speaking, he handed over a piece of handkerchief, and Cui Zhaoxiao burst into tears.
Cui Zhao wiped the ends of his eyes, saying that it might have hit his point of laughter. Showing an innocent smile. Mingzhen's teeth ached when she saw the way he opened his screen.
Secretly condemned him on WeChat.
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The ecological environment of the scenic spot is very good.
The dim street lights could not illuminate Shui Qing's face. Cui Zhao felt his heart feel sore and swollen. His eyes were full of tenderness. He wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Fireflies." Shui Qing looked at the flickering light, surrounded by silent mountains and the sound of continuous rain. The hat covering her head blocked half of her vision.
Cui Zhao held her and Shui Qing looked up at him.
The warm breath is getting closer and closer. Cui Zhao's hood covers all his sight. In front of him are the enlarged facial features. Soft lips are gently pressed against him. The gentle fragrance surrounds him. The water is clear and he is in a trance. Cui Zhao is not as innocent as his name suggests in these things.
He remembered the lot drawn in the afternoon at Guangyan Zen Monastery. The sixty-eighth lot was auspicious.
Seeking marriage.
Intention: I would like to ask when this is, the spring breeze is whispering orioles