The willows are not green, the green is thick, the smoke is bright, the moon is at the end of the bridge
Send the morning breeze, flying on the branches, the sun rises again, the leaves are thick
Qiao Yanming feels that fate is really magical, otherwise he would not have let himself and Liu Weiqing meet many times.
The first time he saw Liu Weiqing, Qiao Yanming thought she was very beautiful. She was the kind of beauty that did not require any decoration and was as natural and pure as a white lotus.
Qiao Yanming has always known that she is different from other girls. Perhaps her father has never been involved in her life since she was a child. She has always been with her mother and grandmother, which gives Qiao Yanming a natural desire for girls.
In that beautiful memory, Qiao Yanming said to Liu Weiqing:
"Liu Weiqing, the past is not good, let's go to the future."
The girl's pure and bright smile was imprinted in Liu Weiqing's heart along with these words, supporting Liu Weiqing in the long years to come until they meet again
"Ayan, after listening to my story, just stay."
"Ayan, I finally convinced myself to stay, why did you leave?"
What Qiao Yanming thought was fate was actually Liu Weiqing's desperate pursuit.
On the night when Qiao Yanming was ill, Liu Weiqing came to the ward and touched the person he loved in the dim moonlight.
"Ayan, does your future include me?"
Later, Liu Weiqing came to the city where Qiao Yanming lived, moved next door to her, and deliberately approached her on the pretext of helping.
Finally, on a rainy night in a dark room, Qiao Yanming said to Liu Weiqing:
"Sister, I have no home, I only have you"
With forbearing eyes lowered, Liu Weiqing hugged the person in her arms tightly and said:
"Don't be afraid, I will be there in the future."
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