My Youth Began With Him

"Wife, or else... let's not implement that plan, I will go back to you."

Qin Chu also thought about a day of sleep, the more I watched the video, the more I thought about it.

"No, otherwise we will give up on the previous work... for a few days, my husband."

Huo Mian seems to want to find out the black hand behind the scenes...

Qin Chu looked at her with an eye.

After chatting for a while along the way, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening when I returned to Nanshan Castle.

Huo Mian took a hot bath and went to bed.

Taking out a book and looking at it, the maid sent the fruit plate and hot milk, and the service was very thoughtful.

At this time, the phone rings again...

Seeing the string of numbers, Huo Mian immediately put down the book and picked up the phone.

"Zhixin."

"Sister... didn't you sleep?"

"Not yet, reading a book."

"I know you won't sleep so early, ha."

"How are you, still used to it?"

"Habit, ah, pretty good, the scenery here is beautiful, my sister is free to have a brother-in-law to come and see me, I will bring you delicious."

"Yep."

"sister……."

"Yep?"

"You recently... okay?" Jing Zhixin asked cautiously.

"very good."

"You lied to me... My classmates told me about QQ, and said what happened to us, the media has been preaching that you are going to divorce."

"Do you believe in the media? Are you stupid?"

"But... no wind and no waves? Are you having problems with your brother-in-law?"

"No, don't worry about it."

"Really not?" Zhixin still does not believe.

"No, my good brother, you can rest assured."

"that's fine."

At the end, Zhixin suddenly said, "Sister, I have always dreamed of Xiaoyue recently."

"Is it?" Referring to Huang Yue, the tone of both people has become heavy.

"Well, I always dreamed that she looked at me from afar. Every time I wanted to get close to him, she was gone, so I couldn't reach it..."

"Zhixin, people can't resurrect, you have to open some, life is actually a one-way ticket, all of us will get off, she just saw the beauty on the way, so get off first, we will have One day, you don't want to think about it."

"I know, I just have a hard time... I used to tell her that I would go to my brother-in-law company, make money to buy a house, marry her, and then go to Provence for a honeymoon, but unfortunately... these wishes can't be realized."

"It has always been a deep feeling, but why is it shallow... Zhixin, she has become a part of your life, but it is also a past tense. My sister is not asking you to forget her, just letting you learn to let go, understand?"

"I understand... well, my sister, don't say it, I want to go out, you go to bed early."

"Yep."

Hanging up a new phone call, Huo Mian’s heart is still uncomfortable...

Because Huang Yue is too big for Zhixin, it will not be able to open it for a while.

She also doesn't want to go to the savvy, like Aunt, to talk about these soul chicken soup.

But occasionally it will lead him out of sorrow...

In fact, life is a process of continuous gain and loss that all of us will experience.

The family lover and friends around you will have time to leave.

So even if it is sad, it will not help...

She occasionally charges herself and will choose some more literary books to take a look at.

Recently, I liked a poet named Cangyang Gyatso. He has a word called "The One World". This word is very famous.

Huo Mian points to open Weibo directly, she said -

I closed my eyes in the incense of the temple.

Suddenly heard the mantra of your chanting

That month

I shake all the cylinders, not for the degree

Just touch your fingertips

That year

I don’t want to see you on the mountain road.

Just for your warmth

That one

Turning the mountains and turning the water to the stupa, not for the afterlife

Just meet you on the way

that moment

I am raising a horse, not a blessing.

Just waiting for your arrival

That day

From the Mani heap, not for the repair

Just to cast the stones of your heart lake

That night

Listening to a singer, not for enlightenment

Just looking for a touch of your breath

That moment

I fly feathers into immortals, not for longevity

Just for your peace and joy

That day, that month, that year, that one...

Just, that night

I forgot all

Deprived of faith and abandoned reincarnation

Just for the rose that had been crying in front of the Buddha

Has long lost the luster of the old days

Huo Mian did not send Weibo for a long time, and again posted Weibo, and the comment area exploded.

This time, the snoring and praise were mixed, and Su Yu saw her a little bit more excited.

He asked her privately, "Huo Mian, do you believe in fate?"