We passed each other countless times, only to suddenly look back. By fate, that person was in that dimly lit place.
What is love in the world?
Love...what is it that makes a woman so beautiful that she waits for a man for seventeen years?
There was a lot of traffic in Beijing. A girl who looked seven or eight years old was squatting on the roadside in front of a mansion, crying sadly. Hot tears rolled down her pink and jade face, and she looked pitiful.
A little boy looked around from the door of the mansion with a sly look, and then he noticed the crying girl. With a naughty smile on his face, the boy tiptoed to the girl's side and squatted down.
.Looked at the little girl's face carefully, held her chin, and muttered: "It's not ugly! Why are you crying in front of someone else's yard when you have nothing to do?"
The girl who was interrupted from crying raised her head and glanced at the boy without saying anything. Tears still fell uncontrollably. Her tearful eyes were blurry, and she looked forward to seeing the boy's somewhat unruly look and his immature face.
above, leaving a deliberately contrived contemplation.
Suddenly a clean white handkerchief was handed to her. The girl raised her head again and opened her hazy tearful eyes. However, she saw that the boy didn't even look at her. He seemed to be justifying himself by saying: "Let a grown man see it."
How bad it is to make a woman cry, others will think it was me who made you cry!"
After hesitating for a moment, the girl took the boy's handkerchief, but said stubbornly: "Humph! I didn't cry! The wind was too strong, it just blinded my eyes."
The boy curled his lips, made a face at the little girl, and said, "Little sister, you are a bit too old-fashioned. I have seen it on TV!"
"I said the sand is confusing my eyes, but it's just confusing my eyes. Are you annoyed?" the girl said coquettishly.
The boy rolled up his arms and sleeves and said, "Tell me! Who bullied you? I'll help you beat him!"
"I want you to take care of it! I didn't cry either!" The girl stared angrily and returned the handkerchief to the boy.
The boy was not angry, but looked at the girl with a half-smile. The evil smile on his face made the girl's face turn pink.
After a while, seeing that the boy had no intention of looking away, the girl pinched her waist and said, "What do you want me to do?"
The boy rolled his eyes and took the girl's hand, "I'll take you somewhere!" The girl let this strange boy hold her hand. Unconsciously, her face was covered with red.
Xia.
The little boy pulled the girl into the courtyard, bypassed the luxurious villa, and came to the back of the villa. What came into view was a flower garden. The boy pulled the girl and walked for a while, and there was a lot of flowers in front of the girl.
It's a fiery red rose.
"Do you like it?" the little boy asked gently.
"I like it!" The little girl nodded vigorously, with a blushing face and a beautiful smile. This little girl will definitely be a stunning beauty when she grows up. Just like the difference among tens of thousands of mediocre looks, she is colorful.
Girls like flowers, especially roses. This is true for girls no matter how old they are. The little boy was the first person to let her see so many roses, and in this way, he gradually came into her
's heart.
"You wait!" After saying that, the little boy let go of the girl's hand and gently broke off a rose with his hand. Then he imitated the way boys woo girls on TV and held the rose in his mouth.
The sharp thorns on the branches and leaves pierced the little boy's mouth. There was not much blood left, but it dyed the tender green branches and leaves red.
When the girl saw the little boy bleeding, she was so scared that she took two steps back. When the boy motioned for her to take the rose, she mustered up her courage and stepped forward to take the rose. The boy scratched his head and said with a giggle:
"Given to you."
"Thank you!" The girl smiled and shook her head, staring at the boy's face.
"I just learned a poem, would you like to tell it to you?"
"okay!"
"Lian Lian, you and I have made a promise for a hundred years. If anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, we will wait on the bridge for three years!"
Although the girl is still young, she has been influenced by Chinese classical culture and has a rich cultural heritage. She naturally knows what this poem means.
The girl's pretty face turned red and she didn't dare to look at the boy again. She lowered her head and whispered without saying a word. Suddenly, she felt darkness in front of her, her mouth felt hot, and a salty taste penetrated into her.
In the mouth.
The boy kissed the girl's lips hard, smearing her lips with blood, then patted the girl's shoulder carelessly and said: "You will be my woman from now on!"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red and said, "I hate it!" Then she turned around and ran away.
"Hey, you want to be my bride when you grow up!" The boy waved vigorously to the little girl who was gradually walking away.
The girl stopped, looked back and smiled, charming all living beings, "Okay!"
After a pause, the boy suddenly remembered something and shouted in panic: "What's your name?"
"Gongsun Ziyu!"
"..."
…
What a bloody plot!
What a cheating TV show!
In exchange, it was a little girl who grew up and waited for a boy for seventeen years.
The sentence "I have been waiting for you for seventeen years" made everyone's jaws drop in surprise. Even Zhao Ling was no exception. Zhao Ling was young at the time and had no idea about these things. He never thought that his
My brother actually had an affair with a goddess from Beijing...
Zhao Qiang walked forward with a smile and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman. Her stunningly beautiful face, with flesh as thick as fat, was as beautiful and refined as a goddess descending to earth.
Zhao Qiang rubbed Gongsun Ziyu's head, with the same mischievous smile on his face as when he was a child, "Little girl has grown up."
Gongsun Ziyu did not stop Zhao Qiang's actions, but said lightly: "You are back."
"Back!" Zhao Qiang grinned.
"Will you still leave?" The meaning of "go" can be diverse. For Gongsun Ziyu, this "go" is asking whether Zhao Qiang will still disappear. Once he disappears, he will be seventeen.
Year!
Zhao Qiang chuckled and shook his head, "No way."
"That's good!" Gongsun Ziyu smiled, exactly the same as she had seventeen years ago. Even though the smile was the same, the person who smiled had grown up. That charming smile was no longer synonymous with cuteness, but
It is a suffocating feeling. Although it is just a smile, it will make the flowers eclipse. There is some naughty, some lively in the smile, and more, it is the tenderness and sweetness of the autumn water.
She laughed! She laughed!
My bloody grandma, I have been in contact with her so many times, how come I have never seen her smile?
This is the voice of the other three men in the room except Zhao Qiang...
Everyone has a love for beauty. How can any man not like a beautiful woman like Gongsun Ziyu? At this time, these three people couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy in their hearts. Even Zhao Qiang's younger brother Zhao Ling also felt jealous.
No exception.
Zhao Qiang casually observed the office. The office was large, but except for some necessary things, the office seemed a bit empty. On the sofa next to it, there was a pile of files randomly placed, which looked like
, Gongsun Ziyu is still a strong woman now! There is an inexplicable fragrance in the office, mixed with a hint of rose fragrance.
Rose?
Zhao Qiang's eyes wandered randomly, and he suddenly noticed that there was a crystal vase on the desk with a rose in full bloom.
Seeing Zhao Qiang's gaze, Gongsun Ziyu said: "I will place a rose in every place I have stayed. This is not a gift from others!"
There was something naughty in Gongsun Ziyu's words. This made Han Shan, Zhao Ling and Qi Qiufan feel like they were vomiting blood. What the hell is going on? Are you not dreaming?
A trace of warmth flowed through Zhao Qiang's heart, and he chuckled: "Why don't you put more?"
"You gave me one as a gift then." Gongsun Ziyu said. There was a bitter taste in his voice, "It has been seventeen years, I am used to it."
This habit has been maintained for seventeen years?
Zhao Qiang's heart tightened secretly, he took out the rose from the bottle and handed it to Gongsun Ziyu, "Give it to you!"
However, Gongsun Ziyu did not answer. Instead, he took two steps back and looked at Zhao Qiang with a half-smile, "You didn't give it to me like this!"
Zhao Qiang laughed, remembering the childish behavior in his childhood. Is that considered a romance? Zhao Qiang didn't know, he just knew that he was the person he was at that time, but he had just watched too many TV series. From "Plum in the Patch" to Roupu
...ahem...how many teenagers have been harmed!
Zhao Qiang smiled and held the rose in his mouth. His eyes were slightly narrowed, but very bright, and he stared at the elegant and lonely beauty in front of him.
Gongsun Ziyu stepped forward, gently took the rose from Zhao Qiang's mouth, and said softly: "Thank you!"
"I just learned a poem, can I read it to you?" Zhao Qiang said to Gongsun Ziyu without any pretense, his eyes full of tenderness.
"Okay!" Gongsun Ziyu nodded indifferently, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden no matter how hard he tried.
"Lian Lian, you and I have made a promise for a hundred years. If anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, we will wait on the bridge for three years!"
"Gulu..."
Han Shan and the other three swallowed hard... No! It should be said that it was more like blood. What a bloody plot! What a clichéd poem! If you want to use love poems to pick up girls, you must at least write one yourself.
What a look!
But what I didn't expect was that Gongsun Ziyu's tears fell down, and her face was full of smiles. If the lilies in the rain were fresh and refined. "You are not bleeding."
"This... is difficult to do!" Zhao Qiang said helplessly. Who could pull out all the thorns from this rose?
"I'm here to help you!" Before she finished speaking, Gongsun Ziyu threw herself into Zhao Qiang's arms, their lips touching...