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In order to avenge the annihilation of her clan, Hua Xueya, the Holy Son of the Western Region, disguised herself as a brothel oiran to assassinate Mo Xihuan. However, because of her beautiful waistcoat, Mo Xihuan unexpectedly fell in love with her at first sight and proposed to her on the spot.
However, Mo Mansion is famous for being a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, full of stench.
His father-in-law has been lusting after him all day long, and his mother-in-law even threatened that he would not survive the wedding night!
However, Brave Huahua is not afraid of difficulties!
He still resolutely married into "hell", sleeping next to his husband's pillow every day, waiting for the opportunity to kill him for revenge.
And not surprisingly, being tortured by the fight between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, she was exhausted mentally and physically, and her waistcoat was crumbling...
On New Year's Eve, the scene he was most worried about happened.
Mo Xihuan pointed her sword at Hua Xueya: "Hua Xueya, are you really a woman?"
Hua Xueya sneered, raised his sword and pointed back: "As long as I can kill you, it doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman?"
(P. S.) There is a misunderstanding in the hatred of genocide, which will be resolved in the mid-term. There is no moral problem in the process of falling in love.
Concept
He rises against the sky, like a free and firm wind.
But he wanted to hold him in the palm of his hand and control every inch of the direction he blew.
Just to prevent him from leaving.
Intention: Dare to love, dare to hate, grow wantonly, and let life leave no regrets
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Suddenly I realized that the first time I read this article was six years ago. At that time, I was in the first grade of junior high school. I read Harry Potter during the summer vacation of sixth grade and was very obsessed with this magical world. By chance, I suddenly searched for some marginal characters in the book on Baidu, including Myrtle. By chance, I opened "Fu He" in the Baidu entry. You can also try it. To this day, the article "The Countercurrent of the Wife" still appears in the search box. I don't know if you remember that in the chapter where Hermione broke into Riddle's modification of Olive's memory, there were two descriptions of "piano keys ringing in summer" and "a gust of wind blowing across the field." My wife's writing style has always been very good, and there are many more beautiful words in the article, but these two sentences are still the most unforgettable to me. Because Tang He in the countercurrent is exactly like this. "Yiqin is like a gust of wind, gently inciting Ruan. In June's dream, I still believed that we would meet again one day." The wind in the wilderness blew over the keys and left again, but it carved the bright melody into the wandering and helpless soul. I have no intention of exploring how they met. The complex universe and desperate time are their tombstones. They were not supposed to meet, know each other, and fall in love. There was obviously a long time that separated them, and there was obviously a gap created by their distinct positions. But buried in the memory, the ancient runes in the library, the first place in the potions class, the cold night in the orphanage, the sudden hug in Diagon Alley, the quiet look at each other in the empty dance... How can we forget? How to bury it?
When I read Countercurrent in the sixth year, I really saw Riddle clearly. I seemed to understand what had reduced his "regret" to only "hate". We always follow the flow of Hermione's perspective. We follow her as she becomes Henderson in 1992, becomes "Miss Potter" and reunites with Riddle in Burke's shop in 1993. In 1994, she once again perceives Riddle who has no longer human form, or should change his name to the real "Voldemort". Love and hate entangle us. In this strong feeling, in Hermione's eyes, we have been entangled with Riddle for six years (three years as Henderson and nearly three years as Hermione). But what if we return to Riddle's world? In 1940, the second-year Riddle met the second-year Henderson. Excellent grades and summer letters and visits seemed to be the beginning of everything; in 1941, the third-year Riddle fell in love with the third-year Henderson. Perhaps all the signs began in the sun-soaked embrace in Diagon Alley. They had an unforgettable dance during the year, but soon, Clark and Olive's injuries tore apart the mask of peace, and everything was different. Everything started to be irreversible. In the summer of this year, Hermione briefly became Jenny Warren, and the mark of Voldemort was permanently engraved on her soul; in 1942, fourth-year Riddle and fourth-year Henderson, although they could not bridge the gap, Riddle still stubbornly used the soul mark to tightly connect Henderson to himself. In his last summer with her, he took Henderson to visit the old Gaunt house and Riddle House; 1943 Years, fate still did not stop its determined pace, and Henderson died forever in Riddle's arms; from 1944 to 1945, after Henderson's death, Riddle clarified all this. He finally understood that he fell in love with an unknowable soul, and understood the meaning of Jenny Warren. He used the time turner to go back in time, saw Henderson in 1941, and imprinted his soul mark; in 1946, he graduated from Hogwarts. He started his career and became a clerk in Burke's shop. "Miss Potter" came to him. A month later, on the night when he got the Slytherin Locket and the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, Miss Potter left without saying goodbye; in 1981, he killed the Potters, and Lily's love for Harry rebounded and killed himself with the Killing Curse; in 1994, Voldemort, who was shapeless and weak, saw Hermione dancing with Krum at the Warriors' Ball.
Why did your Boggart take the form of time, Hermione? Is that your time or the time of your former and unforgettable lover? The reverse flow stopped at the Triwizard Tournament in 1994. Voldemort and Hermione were at Hogwarts at this time. The library, the black lake, the Potions classroom, and the auditorium were still the same as they were then. Henderson and Riddle would never come back. In any case, I think, Riddle and Henderson, this original, pure, wrong, ridiculous beginning, was eventually lost in time. There is always a dream in my heart. If Riddle and Henderson were neither stubborn nor determined, they would join hands smoothly in the 1940s, become reliable academic partners and the most sincere lovers, co-authored many magic monographs, hold each other's hands, and sleep quietly underground. And Hermione woke up not in a dark and dirty secret room, but in a lazy and leisurely library in the afternoon. There was a magic book that was somewhat obscure to her spread out in front of her. The cover said "Tom Riddle, co-authored by Myrtle Henderson". Her favorite book "The Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century" also had the names of these two authors. They were great magicians. Afternoon dreams were always confusing, and she felt as if her whole life had passed. When she was confused, Harry patted her shoulder and asked her if she would like to go to his house with Ron this summer. The Potters had always liked this smart and hard-working little witch, so she forgot those lingering doubts and accepted Harry's invitation with a smile.
What prompted me to write these words was a rut that I could not break after six years. The countercurrent trapped me in this world. This cold winter and scorching heat were vividly visible to me. Far across the ocean, or even in a world that transcended time and space, no book had ever brought me such a feeling. It accompanied me throughout my boyhood. When I reread this time, I also carefully read the comments on each chapter. The words "6 years ago" marked at the bottom of the comments made me feel inexplicably disappointed. It turns out that time really flies by so fast. It turns out that I, like Hermione, have really gone through six years, from a child who just entered junior high school to a college student. Now when I type these characters, I still can't control my tears. I'm not sad, and I haven't encountered anything worthy of sadness. It's just that in a book that I have loved for six years, I can really read the traces of time.
I am still looking forward to the story of Voldemort and Hermione, although I know very well that they are not Riddle and Henderson, but I want to give these six years an answer, a destination, and a wait. I will wait forever for the countercurrent, until I also reach the end of my life. Thank you, Mrs. Dengqi, for giving me a beautiful dream that lasted in my dreams for more than two thousand nights.
Suddenly I realized that the first time I read this article was six years ago. At that time, I was in the first grade of junior high school. I read Harry Potter during the summer vacation of sixth grade and was very obsessed with this magical world. By chance, I suddenly searched for some marginal characters in the book on Baidu, including Myrtle. By chance, I opened "Fu He" in the Baidu entry. You can also try it. To this day, the article "The Countercurrent of the Wife" still appears in the search box. I don't know if you remember that in the chapter where Hermione broke into Riddle's modification of Olive's memory, there were two descriptions of "piano keys ringing in summer" and "a gust of wind blowing across the field." My wife's writing style has always been very good, and there are many more beautiful words in the article, but these two sentences are still the most unforgettable to me. Because Tang He in the countercurrent is exactly like this. "Yiqin is like a gust of wind, gently inciting Ruan. In June's dream, I still believed that we would meet again one day." The wind in the wilderness blew over the keys and left again, but it carved the bright melody into the wandering and helpless soul. I have no intention of exploring how they met. The complex universe and desperate time are their tombstones. They were not supposed to meet, know each other, and fall in love. There was obviously a long time that separated them, and there was obviously a gap created by their distinct positions. But buried in the memory, the ancient runes in the library, the first place in the potions class, the cold night in the orphanage, the sudden hug in Diagon Alley, the quiet look at each other in the empty dance... How can we forget? How to bury it? When I read Countercurrent in the sixth year, I really saw Riddle clearly. I seemed to understand what had reduced his "regret" to only "hate". We always follow the flow of Hermione's perspective. We follow her as she becomes Henderson in 1992, becomes "Miss Potter" and reunites with Riddle in Burke's shop in 1993. In 1994, she once again perceives Riddle who has no longer human form, or should change his name to the real "Voldemort". Love and hate entangle us. In this strong feeling, in Hermione's eyes, we have been entangled with Riddle for six years (three years as Henderson and nearly three years as Hermione). But what if we return to Riddle's world? In 1940, the second-year Riddle met the second-year Henderson. Excellent grades and summer letters and visits seemed to be the beginning of everything; in 1941, the third-year Riddle fell in love with the third-year Henderson. Perhaps all the signs began in the sun-soaked embrace in Diagon Alley. They had an unforgettable dance during the year, but soon, Clark and Olive's injuries tore apart the mask of peace, and everything was different. Everything started to be irreversible. In the summer of this year, Hermione briefly became Jenny Warren, and the mark of Voldemort was permanently engraved on her soul; in 1942, fourth-year Riddle and fourth-year Henderson, although they could not bridge the gap, Riddle still stubbornly used the soul mark to tightly connect Henderson to himself. In his last summer with her, he took Henderson to visit the old Gaunt house and Riddle House; 1943 Years, fate still did not stop its determined pace, and Henderson died forever in Riddle's arms; from 1944 to 1945, after Henderson's death, Riddle clarified all this. He finally understood that he fell in love with an unknowable soul, and understood the meaning of Jenny Warren. He used the time turner to go back in time, saw Henderson in 1941, and imprinted his soul mark; in 1946, he graduated from Hogwarts. He started his career and became a clerk in Burke's shop. "Miss Potter" came to him. A month later, on the night when he got the Slytherin Locket and the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, Miss Potter left without saying goodbye; in 1981, he killed the Potters, and Lily's love for Harry rebounded and killed himself with the Killing Curse; in 1994, Voldemort, who was shapeless and weak, saw Hermione dancing with Krum at the Warriors' Ball. Why did your Boggart take the form of time, Hermione? Is that your time or the time of your former and unforgettable lover? The reverse flow stopped at the Triwizard Tournament in 1994. Voldemort and Hermione were at Hogwarts at this time. The library, the black lake, the Potions classroom, and the auditorium were still the same as they were then. Henderson and Riddle would never come back. In any case, I think, Riddle and Henderson, this original, pure, wrong, ridiculous beginning, was eventually lost in time. There is always a dream in my heart. If Riddle and Henderson were neither stubborn nor determined, they would join hands smoothly in the 1940s, become reliable academic partners and the most sincere lovers, co-authored many magic monographs, hold each other's hands, and sleep quietly underground. And Hermione woke up not in a dark and dirty secret room, but in a lazy and leisurely library in the afternoon. There was a magic book that was somewhat obscure to her spread out in front of her. The cover said "Tom Riddle, co-authored by Myrtle Henderson". Her favorite book "The Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century" also had the names of these two authors. They were great magicians. Afternoon dreams were always confusing, and she felt as if her whole life had passed. When she was confused, Harry patted her shoulder and asked her if she would like to go to his house with Ron this summer. The Potters had always liked this smart and hard-working little witch, so she forgot those lingering doubts and accepted Harry's invitation with a smile. What prompted me to write these words was a rut that I could not break after six years. The countercurrent trapped me in this world. This cold winter and scorching heat were vividly visible to me. Far across the ocean, or even in a world that transcended time and space, no book had ever brought me such a feeling. It accompanied me throughout my boyhood. When I reread this time, I also carefully read the comments on each chapter. The words "6 years ago" marked at the bottom of the comments made me feel inexplicably disappointed. It turns out that time really flies by so fast. It turns out that I, like Hermione, have really gone through six years, from a child who just entered junior high school to a college student. Now when I type these characters, I still can't control my tears. I'm not sad, and I haven't encountered anything worthy of sadness. It's just that in a book that I have loved for six years, I can really read the traces of time. I am still looking forward to the story of Voldemort and Hermione, although I know very well that they are not Riddle and Henderson, but I want to give these six years an answer, a destination, and a wait. I will wait forever for the countercurrent, until I also reach the end of my life. Thank you, Mrs. Dengqi, for giving me a beautiful dream that lasted in my dreams for more than two thousand nights.