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Zhou Jingchen has a deceased lady hidden in his heart. After four years of marriage, he found a girl who was similar to that lady. But I am the last person in the capital who knows. That day, the girl and I wore the same red dress. Zhou Jingchen frowned and said, "This red doesn't suit you, go ahead and change it." I had not changed out of my new skirt. But I chose to replace the husband who didn't like me being red.

I secretly dated my brother and sister for half a year. I was anxiously wanting to confess to my brother. But I heard him excitedly say to me: "My sister finally brought home the boyfriend she was hiding!" "Hurry up and call your little girlfriend over to join in the fun!" I was silent for a long time, and called his sister at the door of my brother's house. My little girlfriend said she was busy and asked me not to call her and bother her. It wasn't until I pushed the door open and walked in, smiling and saying to the tall boy next to her, "Hello, brother-in-law." She suddenly panicked.

Ye Qingwan and I got married in the Republic of China. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, I asked for a marriage certificate. Ye Qingwan frowned: "How can an old couple apply for a certificate?" A pair of children also advised me not to imitate young people and follow the fashion. I had to give up. Raising children, and raising grandchildren, there is no stopping for a day. One day I was cleaning and found an old marriage certificate. The two parties involved in the marriage were Ye Qingwan and his first love, who claimed to be single throughout his life. No wonder he always refused to get the certificate with me. It turned out that he had received it with someone else. It finally dawned on me.

My neighbor's sister was once a talented painter. At the age of 15, he won an award at an international exhibition. But after she got to know my classmate, she allowed him to smile and smear her beloved canvas with paint. He also gave up his studies for him, burned his paintings, and fell into depravity. So I told her parents. My neighbor's sister was forced to study abroad. Later, she became famous. The brightest new star in the art world. And I entered her studio as an apprentice. Without raising her head, she pointed at me: "Just choose him."

When she was seventeen, Su Qingrou said she wanted to go to Peking University with me. Until she fell in love with the school girl. They love passionately and openly, like the heroes and heroines in youth pain literature. While I was wearing a neat school uniform, they laughed at me for being a nerd and wasting my youth. That year, both of them failed the college entrance examination, and their scores were only enough to go to junior college. As the provincial champion, I spoke in front of all the students. I glanced at Qingmei, who was looking at me with a complicated expression in the audience, and held the microphone. "I never think that youth must be crazy." "Real youth is to learn to be responsible for one's own life."

I raised my eyebrows slightly and swung out my right fist, hitting him hard on the left side of the face. He staggered back, and blood instantly oozed from the corner of his mouth. Behind her, Shen Yu appeared, her brows frowning slightly. Cheng Yi just had red eyes: "Sister Shen, don't be angry, Brother Gu probably didn't mean it." Shen Yu just stroked the back of my hand and rubbed it for me: "Ayan, you didn't hurt your hand, did you?" Cheng Yi looked at her in disbelief, tears welling up in his eyes. And I had a sneer on my lips.