Her pale red figure stood in the vast darkness, just like a flower branch. It seemed to bloom best at the most appropriate time, waiting for people to pick it.
Who is the person picking flowers?
Is it you?
She watched helplessly as he came over, step by step. However, there was no place for her to retreat. She could no longer retreat, and she could not even escape.
She held her breath, gathered all the strength in her body, and held her baggage tightly, as if she was going to make one last counterattack - the last time, she aimed at his forehead and hit him hard...
However, he stopped three feet away and said in a faint voice: "Fangfei, look, the magnolia is blooming..."
She was shocked. He was awake, he recognized himself, and he knew that she was Fangfei.
He stretched out his hand and picked a flower from the flower tree. It was moonlight, night, flower color. He looked at the big flower, the petals spread out in all directions, the white light was dazzling, the lavender color was as white as snow, and the fragrance was refreshing.
.He has never looked at such flowers carefully. In fact
In the past few years, he has really never looked at any flowers with such concentration. Nor has he been so leisurely and relaxed. Just like he has never really looked at the color of any woman. He thinks that the beauty of beauties is actually the same. Food and sex are also different.
, it’s just instinct and has never reached the soul.
The new poems are old and unheard, and the desolate hall in the south of the Yangtze River is separated by autumn clouds.
Passionate love does not change every year, and the love will last forever.
"Why are the magnolias blooming so early this year?"
She didn't answer and held her breath tightly, as if she didn't exist in this world.
As long as he doesn't come over! As long as he doesn't come over again.
He really didn't come over, nor did he move. Instead, he put his hand on the magnolia tree again, and when he pulled it, a branch swayed, and layers of snow fell. In the wind and snow, he suddenly stared at the flower flower. That was
By an extremely coincidence and ingenuity, he saw with his own eyes that the flower bone unfolded instantly, revealing the light green stamens inside.
He was shocked, remembering the roses he had seen blooming when he was a child, and there was a "pop" in his ear, so clearly audible. It was a flower blooming! A flower blooming!