"I thought that our first meeting might be the last time we met. Unexpectedly, a few days later, when I went to the stream to drink and enjoy the scenery, I met her again."
"She didn't bring any maids with her that time. She put on delicate makeup on her face, but it made her cry. The rouge was washed away by tears, and the whole face was a mess. Guessing that she was in a bad mood, I decided to
I tried to avoid it, took a sip of wine from the pot, and stood up to leave. Unexpectedly, she ran over and stretched out her arms to stop me. "Don't leave yet. You are so right, you bastard."
, among the countless people who want to marry me, none of them are the ones I want to marry. Life is short, don’t I even have the right to be loved once?’ After she said this, she cried even harder.”
"I was speechless and could only look at her quietly. Regarding love and the shortness of life, I have no right to express anything. Who knew that an unintentional sentence could actually become a prophecy.
'Sorry.' That's all I can say."
"She snatched the flask from my hand and drank from it on her back. Judging from her appearance, she would not drink alcohol normally. The strong and mellow smell of wine made her nose snot and tears pour out. She kept coughing and retching.
But I don’t know who I am competing with, but I just don’t want to put down the bottle.”
"'That's enough, don't drink anymore.' I said. She didn't listen to me and let herself feel uncomfortable, but insisted on continuing to drink. 'I said enough!' I knocked the wine bottle away and it was beaten.
When it was turned over on the ground, the nectar-like aged wine was swallowed up by the soil, leaving only a sweet fragrance."
"She covered her face and burst into tears, crying unabashedly. As she said, it was ugly when she cried, far less moving than when she laughed. But the expression of her crying was really sincere. Although I have only been here for a short time, I have already
I have seen all kinds of pretense. No matter what kind of people do what kind of things, they will always wear a mask on their faces, or they may smile apologetically or pretend to be grandsons... The expressions on their faces may be related to their hearts.
It was far from what she expected. This lady's crying expression was so real that she didn't consider whether her expression was appropriate or whether her crying made people irritated. At that moment, her true temperament was written on her face."
"If I walked away at this time, leaving only an indifferent figure to her, then probably nothing would happen next. I sat down by the stream again, and pointed at the big stone next to me, feeling uncomfortable
Just cry, maybe it will make you feel better. Sit there and look at the beautiful scenery by the stream, and you will feel more or less calm. If you want to say something, just say it, I am here to listen.'"
"After hearing what I said, she looked a little unbelievable. It was obvious that she was having a psychological struggle. After standing for a while, she still chose to sit down on the big rock. We sat there and watched the scenery, and no one said anything.
. Look at the gurgling stream, the egrets playing, and the sun heading west. It wasn’t until the sky darkened and the sky was covered with stars that she came to her senses, looked at me deeply, and then ran away. I can’t forget that look in her eyes.
, seems to be grateful, seems to be angry, but more of it is a hazy thing that I can't understand."
"That night, I didn't go back. I stayed by the stream. I used the sky as a cover and the ground as a hut, the egrets as companions, and the stars as lamps, just to stay here for a while. She sat on the stone for so long, and the surrounding