Fuzhou gossip gl

"Zhi Yuan Zhi"

At the dawn of the next day, when the sky was full of beauty and sunshine, my wife and I were walking in the mountain stream, and it was the time when bellflowers were in bloom.The mountain is deserted, the rain breaks and the agarwood is fragrant. My wife is holding flowers in her plain hands, her embroidered shoes are lightly stepping on the fragrant dust, she is shaking her skirt, and her smile is as tender as yesterday.At that time, there is the sound of birds, the sound of pines, and the sound of waves. I don't talk about it, and I feel speechless.The flowers are good, and when they are unprepared, they are inserted obliquely on the temples of the clouds. If my wife doesn't like it, I take the hairpin next to my crown, and I have to obey my orders.On the back edge of the path, I found an ancient bluestone stele. The grass and trees were moist on it, with the air of a sage, and the name of a person surnamed Su can be vaguely seen. It is a pity that the writing does not exist.I also heard folk songs on the way, the sound is natural, the length is suitable, and the heart feels nostalgic and does not want to return.When night came, I asked the woodcutter for a lamp before returning.At this moment, the empty valley is lonely, the sound of insects is heard, the faint sound is flying, and there is a rustling sound in the wind.At that time, the lights went out, and my wife was in front of me. She was afraid, and she turned around and grabbed my sleeve, holding on tightly.I joked, saying that the journey was not easy, but my wife refused to follow me, saying that I was afraid that I would not see her when I looked back.It is called, go, follow behind.The wife refused, but still held on tightly.It's okay to be so beautiful.

Shanhuayeshi is very affectionate towards the beautiful woman, and she doesn't ask for anything else.

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In the past few days, Fang Zhiyuan thought a lot.She also knew that even she understood it, so Guan Yuzheng must have understood it too, coupled with her flustered look these days, it was as conclusive as ironclad evidence.But Fang Zhiyuan didn't want to force her, all he could do now was to put out Sima Zhao's heart, put it on the table, and show her sincerely.Fang Zhiyuan knew that if he held her hand at this time, if he hugged her lightly at this time, if he whispered some warm words in her ear, that person might stay for her right now.She had this confidence, she knew it would work, but she didn't do it.Because this is not what Fang Zhiyuan wants.

If you really want to be together, slow down and each of you take a step or two to the middle, Fang Zhiyuan doesn't mind at all.The stones thrown recently seemed to be smashed into the sea, and there was no echo at all.Fang Zhiyuan knew in his heart that this person hadn't figured it out yet.But in life, some decisions must be made from the heart, just like when I decided to pretend to be a man.She also knows that this is not something that can be understood in a single thought, the sky is big and the earth is big, there is really no need for Guan Yuzheng to cross the narrow wooden bridge with her.If she really wants to leave, she will stay, if she has no intention of staying, then let her go.She knew in her heart that Guan Yuzheng was a soft-hearted person, and she didn't want to force her, didn't want to take advantage of this, and she didn't want her to regret it because she was distracted and made a decision against her will.

She stayed, not because of something else, not because he forced her to make a decision at this time.

She stayed because she wanted to stay, she was determined to be with herself.

Fang Zhiyuan knew the methods, moves, and methods, but he couldn't use them on his beloved.This is her sweetheart, and she is reluctant to suffer a little grievance, even if those grievances can satisfy her own selfish desires.

But why did Fang Zhiyuan not want to hold her hand? She wears less clothes in summer, and her body will have the aftertaste of platycodon, the fragrance of plants and trees, and a thin stream of sweat, warm, smooth and greasy, crisp and hot. , so clear and moist, it might look like a dew-covered morning flower under the rising sun.She wanted to lean on her shoulder and bury her head in her hair. She was most afraid of being buried in this life, but now she wanted to bury her whole life there, without mentioning any serious business.She wanted to create a light mist between the two of them, to see her blushing face, to see the affection in her eyes, to hear her soft words, and that heart-beating voice.For Fang Zhiyuan at this moment, all of these seem to be within reach, but the more beautiful they are, the more restrained they are.Because these good things are selfish and illusory, if the heart is still free and restrained by force, it will not be real.

Fang Zhiyuan was walking behind her, his sleeves were tugged by Guan Yuzheng, his heart was full of affection, going back and coming again, lingering, regretting abandoning, so lingering, repeated, warm after cold, cold after warm, It was as if he was bone-deeply drunk.Such a good night and good times are ahead, but I am independent of the present, and I am selfish, I follow the flowing water, and I close my house when I see the spring in the garden, and I secretly worry about the Yiren who are close to me.She thought this might be the biggest stone on her way to becoming a gentleman.Yin Nian said: I am a talented man in the world, the governor of Fuzhou who guards one side. In front of you, I put aside all my false names and am willing to be a humble lover.If you really want to, just take one step towards me, and I'm not afraid to take two more steps.

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The summer night is quiet. At this time, I want to talk about some romantic and arty things, so I remembered that my wife has preferred Cao Zhi recently.My wife has always loved such young talents, Zi An and Zi Jian are like this, I wonder if I can be counted as one of them?Thinking of Zijian's "Seven Enlightenments" from "Qifa", seven questions arise in my heart, and I use them to dissipate my fatigue:

"Abandoned temples and rocks, the first day I saw it, what did my wife think?"

"A man of righteousness."

"The violin and the violin are shining, what do you think of the night of flowers and candles, madam?"

"Narrow people."

"When I first arrived at Fang's house, when I tried writing, what did Madam think?"

"Arrogance."

"Storm rain and thick clouds, in the firearms depot, what do you think Madam?"

"Dream child."

"What do you think my wife thinks about a court memorial to exile an eunuch in Fuzhou?"

"Nonsense childish."

"The mirror is divided into the phoenix and the phoenix, living in two places, what does Madam think?"

"Hurry up."

"now……"

The question is not over yet, but the shop is here.

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Between Dingfu and Dingfu, there was a woodcutter, and the two chanted on the mountain path when they saw tourists at night.It is no different from the illusory fairy.Late at night, the woodcutter is erratic, and suddenly feels like a friend, like a sister, like a husband and wife, like a lover.The rest don't notice.I only know that the two of them exchanged the jade pendant for the oil lamp.

The author has something to say:

There are a lot of domineering acts, let's feel the literati and gentlemen's cool, restrained and equal view of love.

Thinking carefully about Zhiyuan's journey, from a person who only knows about family records and family affairs, but does not know what a little girl is, gradually finds that girls can talk about poetry, quarrel, and discuss business, and finally find that they can even fall in love ( laugh).A person who was originally simple was forced to become what he is now by Guan Yuxuan.Miss Guan is very handy.I admire you.

It's no wonder that Aguan, looking at what Zhiyuan did in the first thirty chapters, it's all about repaying debts.

Guan has the arrogance of a real literati, Fang is a real gentleman, and they both follow the other's way of insisting.What about writing a book?It's just a pen for the two of you to write.I am writing a clumsy pen, but I still hope that Guan Literati, Fang Junzi, and all the officials will not give up.

As for the stubborn girl Guan in "Seven Questions", I think if I can give her a balloon at this moment, she will be so angry.

Guan: Are you pulling or not?Are you pulling or not?You are pulling!

Fang: A gentleman, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands.

The book written by the stele is an easter egg of the unopened new pit.