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The flower language of Jasmine: pure love, gentle and exquisite, you are my life.
The beauty of spring is not as pleasant as the beauty of spring. Ever since that spring, a deep obsession has grown crazily in Ngobet's heart - he must plant a more beautiful scene for this girl in this garden, year after year.
His mother told him that she was Meng Xuanhe, the smart, beautiful and well-behaved daughter of the Meng family. Of course, he only heard beautiful things. Later, when he was at the age when his love was just beginning, he had not yet learned the feeling of sadness, but in the twilight, he learned to say goodbye for the first time to her who was about to return to China with her parents.
But he didn't expect that sadness would come so quickly and unexpectedly.
That day, all the young man's pride collapsed because he occasionally heard an adult mention that "'xuān' is the king's jade." He thought that they would just return to that distant country to inherit their status and never return. He refused, he didn't want to, he stubbornly hugged the little girl tightly, letting the laughter and urging of the elders echo in his ears.
The little girl smiled and comforted him, and in the end, he could only press a hot and warm kiss on the back of her hand, sealing all his sincerity and desire in this young promise.
When she finally returned, his heart that had been hanging for many years finally settled down, and what followed was a surge of love. At that time, Europe was covered with dark clouds. The former boy was already a highly-regarded son of heaven, and the man in his dream had also become the shining Pearl of the Orient.
However, the torrent of time is always more turbulent than love, and absurd laws are like mountains blocking her. He protects her under his wings, going against the whole world. Although he was mired in the nightmare of war and the quagmire of a prisoner-of-war camp, his only belief after the fall of the empire was still hot and alive - he wanted to live well to see her and promise her consummation as soon as possible.
1950, Rain. Birds are chirping, bees and butterflies are fragrant, and the garden is filled with spring. Meng Xuanhe leaned peacefully in the man's broad arms, caressed his handsome eyebrows, and thought of teasing, "Now, are you still worried that I won't come back if I leave?"
"Don't be afraid, my wife is very picky and will only be satisfied with the spring I send."
Bright and elegant oriental green plum x army restrained Junker officer - white jasmine and sharp sword
2025.2.4//Published, 2025.10.10//Revised, the copy has been archived.
Intention: I refer to myself as evergreen, I embrace this spring and wait for it.