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Chapter 51: A Poignant Story

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    In the evening, Chen Ru sent a message saying that she was at the Jiefangbei¡ªJune.  I came to Jiefangbei again.  The mood is unusually calm.  Surrounded by affectionate men and women.  Sitting in an overgrown wasteland.  There are various shadows elongated by the setting sun on the ground.  tell someone.  I even like the name "Sunset Tavern. A Woman Who Writes Poetry".

    Wenming suddenly remembered the poem he had seen before¡ª¡ª

    Perhaps, one day I will die quietly like this

    Looking at the dusk

    In the warm arms of others

    Perhaps, one day I will die like this

    The sun falls from the top of the tree

    Separation of soul from body

    Maybe, one day I die

    My bones and your tears

    Long buried in the grave, long in the grass

    Or maybe, one day I wake up quietly

    rubbing sleepy eyes

    It's just that centuries have passed

    Wenming still remembers that when he went to the library to draw a map for two years, he finally found a seat. The girl who got up and left didn¡¯t intend to borrow the book she just read, so she didn¡¯t take it with her. After Wenming sat down,  Out of curiosity, he looked at the page he turned to in the book, and it happened to be this poem. He still remembered that when he read it to the end, he thought of the scene of Kuang Tianyou's evolution in "I Have a Date with Zombies": Raise your hands high, your whole body  Bursting, revealing blue-faced fangs¡ªMa Xiaoling, after several centuries, are you still waiting for me?

    On Wenming's birthday in January, I received an e-card and email from Chen Ru. Wenming noticed the time when she sent it, which happened to be midnight.  She told civilization the story of Aquarius and Virgo¡ª¡ª

    This is a snow country.  There are snowflakes all year round.  she.  Daughter of the tribal chief.  Since childhood, he has made a marriage contract with the son of the leader of the neighboring tribe.  Unfortunately.  The man whom he had never met died prematurely.  According to tribal customs.  She must guard her innocence for the rest of her life.  As pure and white as the land she grew up on.  When I was eighteen.  His appearance changed her life.  on the palace.  A guard suddenly drew his sword and stabbed her father.  He was ultimately outnumbered.  He missed and was captured.  She saw his determined eyes.  Very familiar feeling.  When I was ten years old.  She went hunting with her father.  Get lost in the forest.  Her tired body walked to the edge of a lake deep in the forest.  He was practicing sword by the lake when he heard low sobs.  Unknowingly walked over.  It was the first time she saw those firm and indifferent eyes.  He caught those crystal clear and warm tears with his hands.  There was a trace of gentleness in his eyes.  He quietly led him out of the forest.  She sat in the carriage and watched the forest disappear into the white snow.  Her father put him in a dungeon.  She learned from the servants that his father was originally the owner of the land.  Killed by his father in the war.  She avoided the soldier and went to see him in the dungeon.  Her eyes were still cold and determined.  It's just that there are a few more scars on the face.  When he saw her teardrops.  The palms became warm again.  She escaped from the palace with him.  Behind are the hounds in pursuit.  The sharpshooter shot an arrow through his heart.  Blood stained the snow.  He caught her tears with both hands.  He said he wanted to make a water bottle to hold her tears.  And she lay quietly beside him.  Stabbed himself in the stomach with a knife.  It was the first time that such a dazzling red appeared in the snow.

    June.  This fairy tale belongs to you and Sister Ying.  Your love will last forever.  Ho Ho.  but.  You will not be so poignant.  rest assured.

    Um.  Happy birthday to you.  I yelled.  Hey.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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