Jiangnan smoke and rain do not disperse gl

Winter goes to spring, the dead trees are reborn, and the peach blossoms in the hall are just beginning to bud. The flowers that were planted when they were idle are already in full bloom and colorful.

In the dead of night, only candlelight and shadows accompany.

Tang Ling twisted up a volume of the Book of Songs.

Recite aloud:

Jian Jia Cang Cang, white dew is frost. The so-called Yi people are on the water side.

Recalling from it, the road is hindered and long.Traveling backwards from it, just in the middle of the water.

Jiajia 萋萋, white dew is not Xi.The so-called Iraqi people are in the Mae on the water.

After retrospectively following it, the road hinders and ranks among them.Traveling back from there, I am in the water.

The cymbals are plucked, and the white dew is not there.The so-called Iraqi people are in the river of water.

Go back from the road, resistance and right.Traveling backwards from it, you are drowning in the water.

The warm and affectionate voice was transmitted from the window to the ears of the passing insects, and it chirped along with it, which was especially loud in the Youning corridor, and seemed to be echoing someone's sentimental feelings.

Don't be far-fetched, don't settle, don't climb.

Where is my soulmate?Where should I go to find it?

How many days and nights, how many tears she shed, as if shed all the love debts of this life.

The young man who cherished each other was no longer the youthful young man who clung to her hand, made a promise of friendship that was like family affection, never lied to her all his life, and lived and died together.

Tang Ling wait...wait...

What he waited for was the news that his identity was exposed.

It turned out that her identity had been exposed long ago. Everyone in the world knew that the young master of the Tang family, who was well-versed in culture and martial arts, was nothing more than a woman.

It turned out that I was the last person to know...

Since she stepped into the huge mansion, she has never been out.

How can you know the vicissitudes of the outside world.

This guy...does he feel that he can't stand the gossip?

No wonder the servants in the mansion have changed batch after batch recently, how long are you going to imprison me...

I want to stand behind you and let you rely on... I don't need you to protect me...

Canaries also dream of being able to spread their wings and travel around the world one day.

It wasn't a good fate that made a big fuss that night, but it was a happy marriage.

Who knows how many pairs of eyes are watching every move of this mansion.

Tang Ling... Tang Ling... Thanks to your self-proclaimed intelligence and clear mind, how can you not see through the turmoil in the world?

What about the daughter?

What's wrong with being fearful?

Why does the world need to praise true love?

The garden was full of flowers, soil was loosened and watered, weeds and insects were weeded, Tang Ling was sweating profusely, only to find that the sun had set when he came back to his senses.

"It's almost done now, and soon these flowers should bloom even more beautifully."

Tang Ling patted the mud on his clothes, very satisfied with his masterpiece of labor.

Rolling up the hem of his clothes, he squatted down and looked at the hard-working beneficiaries of his hard day.

She chuckled: "For the sake of taking good care of you, this year's flowers don't wither so early, stay with me more, okay?"

"If you don't answer, I will take it as your agreement."

To have fun while suffering is the way of life.

Half happy and half sad.

I was originally a girl, but I couldn't help but pretend to be a boy, and fell in love with her who was also a girl by accident.

It's really the sky playing tricks on people.

Immediately, the sound of footsteps gradually drifting away sounded in my ears, this pattern seemed so familiar, yes, it resembled that guy very much.

Well... it must be an auditory hallucination.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he sighed and stood up.

For some reason, a familiar yet unfamiliar person appeared in front of my eyes.

She was still so calm, her indifferent eyes, her cold voice, and her thin and straight figure were so similar to the one in her memory, and immediately overlapped.

She called out, "Tang Ling."

Who calls my name again?

dream?

Why so unreal?

silence.

a long time.

The person in front of him hadn't disappeared like a dream. Tang Ling thought that after so long, his heart had calmed down a little, and when they met again, there would be no panic or throbbing.

But I never thought about it, and I still miscalculated to myself.

Tang Ling shed two lines of tears, but looked at her with a smile.

Tang Ling said, "You're here."

It came and went like a dream.

Never stayed once.

"sorry."

Dong Shu's cold expression was finally moved.

Thousands of words, choked in the throat, when we meet again, but only a few words.

They looked at each other speechlessly.

All kinds of sourness, each has tasted.

Silence again.

The evening wind blew up each other's clothes, Yeyue quietly emerged from the clouds and smoke, and the clean light cast down covered the person standing below, slowly lengthening the shadow.

"It's been more than 120 days..."

Tang Ling looked at her, tears had already flowed dry.

The sigh came from the person in front of her, and her eyes were slightly red: "You could have escaped from my mansion, you can go anywhere, the ends of the earth, the land of shelter, you can live anywhere, why bother to be obsessed with this and refuse to leave."

Tang Ling chuckled: "Did you forget again? I said, I will give you whatever you want."

"Stubborn!"

"I can't lie to myself, how long are you going to lie to yourself?"

"At least I'm brave, but what about you? You're a coward."

"After hiding for more than 100 days, did you figure it out today?"

Mixed feelings.

what you want,

Need I say more?

Dong Shu stepped forward and took her into his arms.

At this moment, only someone was crying with joy.

How long has she been waiting for this moment?

Suddenly, Tang Ling, who pretended to be indifferent every day, collapsed and shattered into pieces, never to be seen again.

Someone murmured: "Actually, I'm here every day, and I never left."

Going around and going around, how can it be calculated that there will be such a beginning and result.

Two tears fell into the skirt of the shirt.

Embrace and cry.

The author has something to say: When I wrote this article, even I felt heavy for several days.

At the beginning, I wanted to outline the process of two young men disguised as men getting acquainted and falling in love.

It was originally an extremely beautiful picture, but now it has developed into this.

Tang Ling could have been carefree all her life, but Tianyuan was destined to be like this.

All the hardships come.

Whoever bears less responsibility, if they can resist everything, they still choose to die together, with such a heart, such an obsession.

With a heart separated by a world, can I really get what I want?

It has developed to this point, even I can't control it, just let it go and change at will.