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Tong Chunxia was so frightened that he hurriedly hid, and said with a smile: "Go away! My mother won't let me play with idiots!"
There were many people coming and going on the lawn, and the movement of Chun Xia happened to bump into a person. Her arm was grabbed by someone, and when she looked back, she met a pair of clear and deep eyes.
The wind in the mountains seemed to have stopped suddenly at this moment.
That scene should be quite romantic.
Just imagine, how romantic it would be for a reckless silly Baitian to bump into a handsome young man at a music festival where people come and go.
It's just unfortunate that Tong Chunxia's dreadlocks slammed onto the visitor's face with a "snap".
Neither light nor heavy.
So, the young talented man on the opposite side frowned, and even grabbed her braid with his hands. His movements are very gentle, the afterglow is like gold, shining on his face, his whole figure is unreal as if encased in a halo.
The visitor spoke in a low voice, his voice seemed to hold a smile, "Miss, your hair"
Tong Chunxia pursed her lips, not wanting others to see through her excitement. There were people coming and going, the world was vast, and the mountains were shrouded in clouds and mists. All she could see was the handsome man in front of her.
Duan Yanqiu.
He finally came.
It seemed as if he had crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and had tried his best to get to her side.
There is a warm smile in his eyes, the indescribable gentleness in his brows and eyes, and Tong Chunxia's appearance is reflected in his faint pupils.
Just like the first time I saw it.
At this moment, Chun Xia just stared at him blankly, and then felt his eyes a little sore.
She seemed to have been walking in the desert for a long time, and she was so thirsty that she was about to evaporate. Suddenly, a night of spring rain drenched her from head to toe. In the yellow sand, because of this rain, flowers bloomed all over the sky.
She just stayed there suddenly, motionless, like a fool.
Duan Yanqiu tugged at her braids, "It doesn't look as good as putting them down."
Tong Chunxia pretended to pull her braids from his hand naturally, and said with a slight smile: "Tony teacher on the mountain made it up, don't you think it looks like a fairy?"
The two people looked at each other, and they had a tacit understanding not to mention the words hidden deep in their hearts.
They never seem to be like this.
When we decided to be together ten years ago, no one made a formal confession, but he suddenly appeared downstairs and went to have a hot pot meal together.
It's as if Tong Chunxia already knew it with just one look in his eyes.
No matter how many emotions surged, they all turned into a faint smile on his lips.
Now that I think about it, they were pretty old-fashioned.
"Like." Duan Yanqiu nodded affirmatively, "You already have an advantage in appearance that no one else can match."
Tong Chunxia narrowed his eyes and laughed, "It's the first time I've heard someone describe beauty so beautifully."
After chatting for a long time, Duan Yanqiu seemed to notice someone behind Chunxia. He nodded slightly at Zhou Tianqi, but with a determined and steady aura, he said indifferently: "Long time no see."
Zhou Tianqi looked flat, glanced at Tong Chunxia, ??seemed to sense the indescribably excited, turbulent, yet calm atmosphere between the two, and only tugged his lips.
Even though there was no tearful scene of vowing each other, when Duan Yanqiu appeared, Tong Chunxia seemed to be radiant, and even his eyes were stained with the brilliance of the Milky Way.
If you like someone, how can your eyes lie?
Zhou Tianqi smiled self-deprecatingly, and then walked away.
"Don't you want to watch the music festival? Are you still leaving?" Duan Yanqiu said as he walked forward, and when he passed her, he took her hand very naturally.
As if he had done it countless times.
His hands were very warm, and the palm temperature was hot. When he folded his hands, Tong Chunxia's heart almost jumped out of his throat.
Such a simple action of holding hands between lovers, but she felt her eyes sore, and she almost cried out.
She held his hand with her backhand, so strong that it seemed that if she let go, he would disappear.
Tong Chunxia's heart fluttered, and he secretly scolded himself for being worthless. He is already thirty years old, and he can still be so excited holding hands with a man.
She couldn't help but raised her eyelids to look at the man, only seeing his stern profile.
Duan Yanqiu's profile is so pretty.
The nose is straight and straight, the eyes are deep, the lines are full but there is a hint of aloofness. She couldn't help but "gudong" and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
 ? Within the range of the palm package. He was so strong that he almost took her with him, forcing her to face the wind and rain on her back.
The crowd cheered wave after wave, the lights flickered, the music started, and the first singer began to sing.
But at the moment she didn't care.
Because she can hardly breathe.
Duan Yanqiu's kiss seemed to take away the air around her completely, domineering, powerful, and undeniable, like a landslide, the end of the world, a thousand words.
All the waiting, disappointment, despair, pain and hope, myriad emotions, all melted into this lingering kiss.
The night wind blows and the lights change. All these beautiful things are not real, making her feel like she is in a dream.
Only in her dream would she be so intimate with him.
Such beauty gave her the urge to cry.
It's over with a kiss.
Tong Chunxia's face was flushed, she had no time to care about the strange eyes around her, and gasped for breath. Looking up, Duan Yanqiu was looking at her with a smile, and whispered to her: "Chun Xia."
Tong Chunxia's heartbeat was violent and he couldn't respond.
So he repeated again, "Spring and summer."
The voice is deep, and it seems to carry countless emotions.
On a night intoxicated by the spring breeze, he said every word, with a smile in his eyes, calling her name over and over again like a child.
Tong Chunxia only felt that his face was red and hot, and only now remembered that he was in a public place, and said angrily: "Don't act like a baby."
"I'm not being coquettish, I just want to call you by your name."
"Why did you call me?"
"Your name sounds nice."
Duan Yanqiu always talks about his romance like this. He never said he liked it, he just said your name sounds nice.
Your name sounds nice, so I love you very much.
Tong Chunxia kept smiling, listening to him call his name over and over again in the flickering lights.
Finally, she felt like crying.
She knew that this was his way of eagerly responding to her.
In every painful moment, every time I miss home, every time I fall to the bottom, Duan Yanqiu must be in a corner, calling her name over and over again like this.
He hid his name in a dark corner, silent and silent.
At this moment, Lu Qinghuan approached suspiciously, and made a disgusted expression, "Oucha lot of agelike other young people to be romanticdon't be ashamed"
Tong Chunxia shyly went to pinch Lu Qinghuan, Lu Qinghuan screamed again and again, "Duan Yanqiu, your woman has become angry from embarrassment, can you take care of it?!"
The two girls were arguing, and Chen Chen walked into Duan Yanqiu, patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief: "You finally figured it out."
Duan Yanqiu couldn't take his eyes off Chunxia, ??he seemed to be no longer the sharp and sharp self he used to be, and now his heart was soft and messed up.
It turns out that happiness is so close to me when I let go of some obsessions and take that step.
"I figured it out. I used to think she was irrational, always afraid that she would regret it in the future, and always afraid that she would despise me one day." Duan Yanqiu's eyes were like spring water, "but no matter how bad the future is, it will not compare to the present It's worse not being with her."
Chen Chen said comfortingly: "Yanqiu, Chunxia is a very good girl. There is no need to worry about what may happen in the future, even now. Look, how happy you two are together."
He turned his head and looked deeply at Duan Yanqiu, "I haven't seen your expression for a long time"
"Now?"
Chen Chen laughed, shook his head and said to himself: "Hundreds of refined steel is so soft——Tong Chunxia still found that brick"
Duan Yanqiu remained silent, watching Tong Chunxia and Lu Qinghuan who were fighting not far away.
Looking farther away, there is a forest in the mountains, the night is deep, men and women on the lawn, all kinds of colored balls are floating, a crescent moon in the night sky, and the stars are big.
It seems that after letting go of certain obsessions, even the scenery has become different.
So, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips.
Afterwards, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the two fluorescent rabbit ears on Tong Chunxia's head, and brought her into his arms with force.
Tong Chunxia's back was surrounded by sudden heat.
He wrapped her in his arms, and then Duan Yanqiu's voice came from his ear, like water hitting a stone, clear and cold, "Stop making trouble, your idol is about to appear."
As soon as the words fell, the prelude music of "Qilixiang" sounded.
The middle-aged man with milk tea finally came out after the long-awaited, and with the prelude, tens of thousands of audience members sang together.
——The sparrows outside the window are talking too much on the telephone poles. When you say this, it feels like summer.
——It rained all night, my love overflowed like rain, and the leaves in the yard piled up with my longing-
You appear on every page of my poems.
Tens of thousands of spectators sang this song loudly with their throats pulled. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)? sounded.
The middle-aged man with milk tea finally came out after the long-awaited, and with the prelude, tens of thousands of audience members sang together.
——The sparrows outside the window are talking too much on the telephone poles. When you say this, it feels like summer.
——It rained all night, my love overflowed like rain, and the leaves in the yard piled up with my longing-
You appear on every page of my poems.
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