Last Year, Zimo Qingmen

This is a woman named Lin Yuaniao. She was scattered in the dust outside Jiang's house due to an accident of fate. A superfluous seed that has withered from the root without ever blooming. In the morning, touching her long hair in the mirror, she suddenly remembered that she was a woman. "A woman must have a lot of love. If there is no love, she must have a lot of money. If she has neither of the above, it is good to have health." And she happens to not even have health, so she is not sad. In the evening, standing on the bustling Jianghan Road, the crowds were surging. She didn't know where to go. She was a drop in the ocean. She was ordinary but a mayfly, and she was not desperate. What makes her sad is that Shen Mingran and Yun Xiao can no longer just pass her by without looking back and stopping for a moment. What she despaired about was that God wanted her to be lonely, but they held the warmth in their hands and insisted on coming with a smile. As soon as she stretched out her hand, they could no longer hold the happiness that slipped through her fingers. Yuan Yiao: Oh, I live for you, I die for you, please forgive me for not being able to live for you, it would be better to die for you! Shi Ying: Yuan Niao, Yuan Niao, a woman, when she is more than ten years old, if a man is one meter away from her, she is in danger; when she is in her twenties, when a man is one meter away from her, she is happy and safe; when she is in her thirties, when a man is one meter away from her, she will look haggard and have dark yellow spots; when she is in her forties, if she cannot be with her, she will be alone in the same bed but in different dreams. And you, so close to me, I can't even smell the smell of a man in you, nor can I smell a trace of life! Yun Xiao: As long as it has my breath and your breath, a house is home! Mingran: Even if the case is raised with eyebrows raised, it will be difficult to settle the matter! So I have to look back! And when I look back, I am standing at a fork in the road of time. Every intersection is full of your shy face, and my youthful and bright promise, like peach blossoms, blooming in one tree after another. The beauty and sadness of the sudden attack of wind and frost disrupted my steps and made me hesitate!