Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Quan Yu clinked glasses with him, and after finishing the strong drink, he slowly said: "If you don't fall in love with the purpose of getting married, you are just being a hooligan."

Duan Qiongyu smiled and said: "That's enough, what have you never done that you set your sights on?"

Quan Yu's eyes were dark, as if he had remembered something, and he laughed at himself: "Yes, I thought I would stay in the army, but now... I can't do it, right?"

Duan Qiongyu stopped smiling and moved his mouth, wanting to comfort him, but felt that nothing he could say was too weak.

Quan Yu continued: "And Sangsang is different. She looks gentle and gentle, but she actually has her own stubbornness. If she doesn't like it, it doesn't matter."

Duan Qiongyu recalled the few meetings he had with Cui Sanning. What impressed him most was her words, "My surname is Cui, not Su."

With a decent smile on her face and a dignified posture, no one could fault her, but her aura made people dare not make mistakes easily.

Since ancient times, women's personalities, talents, and appearances have varied in various ways. Let's compare Jiang Xiannan and Cui Sanning. One is like a peony blooming in spring, a phoenix in the shade, lively and public; the other is like a clear spring in the mountains, with deep still water, restrained and quiet.

But the real noble ladies from ancient times to the present have one thing in common, they all have their own bottom line and pride.

Wise and knowledgeable, yet gentle and peaceful, abiding by the rules but not blindly ignorant and submissive.

How can such a woman be shaken by just the word love?

Quan Yu put down his chopsticks, put away the smile on his face, and said seriously: "This is also the first time I like a girl. She is so outstanding and young. I feel inferior and unsure of myself in front of her."

He looked at Duan Qiongyu and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You think highly of your third uncle. Third uncle can't do everything."

Duan Qiongyu laughed and scolded: "Go away, who spoiled you?"

Are you addicted to this sound?

Then he smiled and said: "You have lived to this age, but you are still nervous when facing a girl who is six or seven years younger than you. Quan San, are you not very good at it?"

Quan Yu glanced at him: "I like it without worry, as much as I can like it."

Regardless of age or experience, when you like someone, you feel uneasy. You feel uneasy because you love someone too much. You have strong desires and expectations in your heart. You are afraid that the result will not be satisfactory, you are afraid that you will not get what you ask for, and you will be confused because of the words "I love you" and " I do" and I couldn't help but tremble, and my eyes filled with tears.

Thinking of something, Quan Yu asked him: "By the way...did you feel inferior at first?"

His eyes froze, Duan Qiongyu leaned back lazily on his seat, and said in an understatement: "Not at that time, but when I think back later, I feel that I am not worthy of anything."

Looking at Quan Yu, he joked to himself: "I was young and arrogant at that time. I didn't know the heights of the world and dared to imagine anything."

Quan Yu smiled and said: "We have known each other for so many years, and only at this time can you have self-awareness."

It's rare for Duan Qiongyu not to refute, isn't it?

One tree has a Bodhi, one leaf has a Tathagata.

Who can look directly at the Buddha's light, he will feel inferior to his death in front of her.

At that time, he dreamed of dying in a pond of wine and meat, sensual and sensual, laughing and having sex, without knowing he was guilty.

I accidentally saw the Bodhi tree and tried to pick the Bodhi flowers.

He looked at the table, but his pupils were unfocused, and his thoughts were far away. He said: "Quan San, don't miss it. If you let her go, you may not be able to meet her again."

Quan San is right, love will make a person uneasy, because he is afraid that he will never have the courage to do it again like he did before.

She left, and his inferiority complex and self-blame made him afraid to inquire about her.

Quan Yu didn't say anything, but it was hard to tell whether his words were meant for himself or for him.

He won't miss it, he is now taking it step by step and with clear purpose.

When they left, Quan Yu stood by the car and looked at Duan Qiongyu who was very drunk inside: "What are you doing drinking so much?"

Duan Qiongyu closed his eyes, holding the nine-jointed purple bamboo stick tightly in his hand and scratching it, wondering: "How can I still feel clear after drinking so much?"

Quan Yu looked at the driver in front of him: "Drive slower."

After watching his car drive away, Quan Yu got into the car.

The driver helped Duan Qiongyu into the villa. Duan's mother was surprised and stepped forward to help: "Why do you drink so much?"

Duan Qiongyu waved away the driver's supporting hand and leaned against the wall for a few seconds before looking at his mother: "Mom, why are you here?"

Duan's mother felt uncomfortable due to the smell of his alcohol and distanced herself from him: "My friend introduced me to a few young girls. They are all very good. Are you going to meet them tomorrow?"

After pinching the bridge of his nose, Duan Qiongyu walked upstairs, refusing without any room for mercy: "I won't go."

Duan's mother followed him: "Are you going to make me and your dad angry to death?"

Duan Qiongyu ignored her. He had a severe headache and didn't want to argue with her, so he continued walking upstairs.

Duan's mother became anxious and pulled him with her hands. Perhaps because she had no strength after drinking, her mother pulled him so hard that the tickle she held in her hand fell to the ground.

The sound of the jade falling to the ground was clear and loud, and the concentric knot made of Hetian jade was broken into several pieces.

Duan Qiongyu stared blankly at the broken jade on the ground, his mind going blank.

Panic flashed in Duan's mother's eyes. She knew how precious he was, so she immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, son. Mom didn't mean it."

After being silent for a long time, Duan Qiongyu bent down and picked up the broken concentric knots piece by piece, then picked up the Tickle on the ground and turned to go upstairs.

Duan's mother looked at his lonely back worriedly, but hesitated to speak: "Son..."

"Mom, please go back." The hoarse voice was trembling, and Duan's mother was stunned to see if he was crying.

Although his back was turned to her, this was the son she had worked so hard to raise. She could tell by the sound of his voice whether he was crying or not.

Duan Qiongyu returned to the bedroom and closed the door. He walked to the bed and lay back on the bed. For a moment, he curled up on his side and cried loudly.

A man who is almost forty years old cries more embarrassingly than a child and doesn't care.

Still holding the pieces of broken jade tightly in his fists, he covered his cheeks with his hands, tears kept flowing down and wet the quilt, and he choked out of breath.

He lost A Yao, and now he broke the concentric knot she gave him.

Duan Qiongyu didn't know how long he had been crying, and he didn't know when the sun rose. Duan Qiongyu only knew that that night, his mind was filled with every detail he had with her.

The clearest thing is that she hung the concentric knot on Tickle and showed him sign language with a smile. He deliberately pretended not to understand, and she was furious.

I hurriedly wrote on the paper word for word, "The heart is like a double mesh, with thousands of knots in it. God is not old, love is hard to break."

The hand holding the pen even trembled as she wrote.

But that year the prodigal son turned back, but unfortunately the moon fell and the flowers broke, the dragon broke and the fish sank, and the alchemy book and the white horse became a joke.

He has a rich love history. He was known as a playboy back then, but now Xie Jiu'an is even better than him.

Everyone knows that there are countless women around him, few of them are the same, and they are extremely flamboyant.