Waiting for a long time, Captain

Chapter 25 Epilogue: We all deserve the best in this world

This is a gambling city, but also a city that never sleeps, where many people's spirit and body can be released and carnival, everyone will be so excited at night that it is difficult to fall asleep, listening to the sound of the night scene, while being eager to move, while being cautious.

Because of a certain business, Lu Zhongnian had to come to this place in person, and met some old friends in a deep box.

"I'm willing to bet all of my wealth." Lu Jin spread out his bet and motioned to the man sitting opposite, "As long as you tell me Gu Zeng's whereabouts."

Lu Jinnian pursed his lips and chuckled, the corners of his brows twitched, and looked at the curtain behind Lu Jin.Behind the purple gauze curtains are faint figures, revealing a human form.

It's a very unsophisticated method, but he finds it much more interesting, "Whether it's you or someone else, I only have one answer, she is anywhere."

"You..." Lu Jin's eyes widened angrily. For the man in front of him, they had tried many ways to trick him in the past four years, but all the results pointed to the two The word "attempted".

Fortunately, the purpose of coming here this time is not to formulate an answer, but to give a message.

"There is only one sentence, the shape, sound, form, and appearance are all different in the common people, and the naked eyes cannot detect the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy."

Lu Zhongnian didn't speak any more, turned around and left.He suddenly felt that the four years of hard waiting may come to an end after these words.

At this time, Gu Zeng was in the VIP suite on the highest floor of this gambling city.

Many times, when people from Beijing wanted to find out her whereabouts, she was by Lu Zhongnian's side, and at a very close distance, they missed it time and time again.

For the first time, Lu Zhongnian's answer was, I don't know.

The second time, the answer was, she wasn't in Paris.

The third time, the answer was, she was fine.

The fourth time, the answer was, she was married.

……

The eighth time, the answer was, she wasn't with me.

The ninth time, the answer was, she was anywhere.

She thinks that Lu Zhongnian is too scheming, and he deliberately guides her. If she doesn't know, I know. If she is not in Paris, she is in Paris. She is very good because she is not good. The truth is that she is not married...she is not with me. Being by my side means being by my side. Wherever she is, it means that she is here.

The final result undoubtedly made them guess that she was in the casino at this very moment.

Ever since I came here, it has been a complete reversal of night and day.I can't sleep at night, I can only lie on the window to watch the night view of the city, the lights are feasting, the soul of singing and dancing, and it will be twelve o'clock in one minute.

In this building, as long as you have money and dare to gamble your fortune, you can create miracles.The miracle she is talking about is any one, such as making the city that never sleeps dark for a minute, or making those night scenes withdraw from the hustle and bustle and be quiet for a while.No matter what kind of miracle it is, as long as it costs money, it can be done.

The countdown began, and she looked at the black shadow left by the neon lights on the golden building opposite, and the second hand on the wall clock was spinning.

With ten seconds left, words appeared on it, one by one in golden font, extraordinarily bright in the dark night:

Shape, sound, color, and appearance are all different among common people, and the naked eyes cannot detect emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy.If you can see, I want to see you again.

The night, the sound of the dice, the shouting, the drunkenness, the city is completely crazy.Come to Las Vegas to show love?How much will it cost?
In the few minutes when those words kept shining in front of her eyes, many things came to mind, some scenes after leaving Beijing in the past four years.

In the first year, during a trip with Qin Wanfeng, he met a particularly beautiful woman.She was no stranger to this woman, she had seen her in a photo before, even though her feeling had changed, she still recognized her right away——Qu Yanran.

Very mature, very attractive, when met, a guy was accosting her, she didn't act very interested.Seeing her following her eyes from a distance, she walked over and took her and Qin Wanfeng's arms, and told the man that she was going shopping with her little sister now, and she didn't have time to deal with not-so-good affairs.

Just looking at her in such surprise, Qin Wanfeng was still stunned, and she had already recognized her.

"Hello, Gu Zeng, I have heard many stories about you. This is the first time we met. I am really honored that after you disappeared for so long, I was the one who let me meet you first."

They found a place and talked a little bit.Out of kindness, she left the hotel phone number for Qu Yanran.

When I went back, I received an overseas call, indicating that my place of ownership was Beijing, so I restrained myself from picking up the phone.

In the second year, I went back with my mother to worship my father.

Because of some time adjustments, it was already evening when she arrived at the cemetery, and seeing a bunch of fresh chrysanthemums placed there, she could naturally think that he had been there.

Maybe I have been waiting here for a long time. It was still raining that day, and I immediately felt cold, cold to the bottom of my heart.

She stood in the cemetery for a long time, and her whole body was cold.After all, I missed it.

In the third year, I spent Christmas in Paris.

Christmas songs were playing throughout the street, and almost everyone was dressed up to attend, only she walked inside wearing a very simple camel coat, obviously turning herself into the most lonely stranger in the crowd.

I think I should go back soon.Just thinking about it, a few children ran over to give her flowers, a large bouquet of roses was delivered to her, and said Merry Christmas to her.

Subconsciously looked up in the crowd to find him, but to no avail.

But I can guess that there will be no one else.It can only be him.

In the fourth year, a night in Las Vegas.

Without giving her any chance to escape, she gave this message directly and clearly, he is here, right now in this gambling city, the city that never sleeps.

In the past few years, I have allowed myself to escape so hard, but in fact I have never really escaped.

She turned around, walked into the small kitchen, and took a sip of ice water.When passing the living room, turning left is the door, and turning right is the room. She just hesitated for a while, and decisively chose the way to the door.

The moment the sliding door opened, tears suddenly fell crazily.The person standing outside the door did not hesitate, hugged her with one hand, pressed down the kiss, entered the door, closed the door again, pressed her back against the door, and wrapped her waist with the other hand, so deeply kiss her.

Gu Zeng closed his eyes and responded to him deeply.She can only do this, this is the only thing she can think of and want to do tonight.

Deeper, French kisses until you can't breathe.

She was really almost unable to breathe, the heater in the room was very hot, and she was dressed in thin clothes, which were tightly attached to each other, and when the skin touched, it was hot and hard to hold.He suddenly let go of her, Gu Zeng was breathing desperately, but after a while, he pressed down again, picked her up from behind with his arms, hugged her thoroughly, and walked inside.

He obviously entered here for the first time, but he acted very familiar with driving.

Being placed on the bed by him, Gu Zeng was out of breath again. In the gap between her, she held his collar tightly with her hand, and softly called: "A Cen, A Cen..."

His only response was to kiss her, not giving her a chance to escape.

In the very deep night, I can't remember how many times I woke up suddenly, and subconsciously looked at him beside me.She was completely out of sleep, and looked at him with her chin propped up.

At that time, I forgot to observe his eyes, as if he could see, but not sure.

He also opened his eyes, smashing through all her little thoughts.Fortunately, it was night, so he didn't let him see her flushed cheeks.

"Can't sleep?"

"Well, I have been here for a long time, and I have always been sleepy during the day."

"Then I'll talk to you."

"Okay." Gu Zeng sat up, reached out and compared a number in front of him, and asked softly, "Can you see me? My hand?"

"Three?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and made sure, "I can see, Gu Zeng, I'm a little short-sighted now, but I can see."

Gu Zeng's eyes were wet again, holding his arm, he couldn't help asking: "When?"

"In the past few years, I have undergone many operations, big and small, and the condition of the eyes is also good and bad. So far, it is the best, and it will be worse at night. There is no problem with short-distance movement during the day."

"really?"

"Really." He told her very firmly, this time without cheating, "Really, I can see your face clearly, every tiny expression of yours during the day."

He confessed: "It's just that the size of the black spots will still be affected by many factors. There may be a day in the future when I will be completely blind, but I can't say for certain, really I can't say for sure."

"Ah Cen, do you blame me?" She couldn't stop crying, asking over and over again, "Ah Cen, do you blame me? While you were doing all these big and small operations, I was cowardly avoiding you .I'm really selfish, I'm really..."

"It's not like this." He interrupted her self-blame, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her with the most equal attitude.

"Gu Zeng, the relationship between us starts from faith, and is deeper than warmth. If you have always been this good, I can't let go."

She closed her eyes, tears kept falling, "I really feel sad, A Cen, as long as I face you, every moment I am with you, I will be sad. Why do you treat me so well? Why did you it's me?"

"It can only be you." He said, sticking his lips together, "Gu Zeng, it can only be you." There is no way, and the scientific reason can't explain it clearly. There is really no way, it can only be her.

At this time, I recalled some of the stories that Qu Yanran told her back then, many of them were about the same compound when they were young.

"His father is a military officer, and his mother is an artist. He is busy most of the time, and some details of daily life are taken care of by the adjutant. In fact, objectively speaking, his relationship with the adjutant is deeper than that with his parents. Later, the adjutant died because of an accident, which can be regarded as a not-so-small disaster that the whole country grieved, and that disaster also took away many soldiers."

"All he can see is that within a few days, his father has changed another adjutant, and his mother, who hardly shed a tear at the farewell party, will feel how their hearts can be so hard? To a man who followed by his side How can a subordinate who has taken care of their son for many years turn a blind eye to him? He is very sad, and he can't even understand his cruel parents. I was with him during that time. At that time, Lu Zhao and the others were very Little, I can't feel his sadness at all, and I happen to be a few years older than him, so I have to stay with him."

"Maybe it was because of the company during that time that he treated me very well in the following years. I think he looked at me more like looking at his mother. There is some love, but not much. Ten years Time sounds a bit bluffing, but only those who have really experienced it can appreciate the cruelty of these years. I am older than him, and many times when we walk together, his classmates will ask, is that your sister...Really, Never walking with the person I like will make me more discouraged than being mistaken for a sibling. You should be able to understand my feelings. Since I have a strong self-esteem in such a relationship, I have missed a lot. "

"For so many years, I have been married and divorced, and I have raised children but am incompetent. Many times, I can only see disappointment in his eyes. Therefore, I can only let myself continue to indulge and play in the world, so that I can not take it so seriously. Count those ten years."

Everyone has made a lot of mistakes. Qu Yanran said that the most wrong moment in her life was when Cen today was very young and did not understand feelings. She gave him too much company and warmth, and let him have preconceived feelings. I got some feeling of family affection.For many years later, she was unable to produce the love she wanted.

But she also said that it was the only thing she could say about her life when she recalled it.

The miracle of Atlanta, the thirteenth fighter, invincible... Cen today, such a good person.

Between them, it is far from over.

The Dounan Flower Market, which is close to the east bank of Dianchi Lake and is known as the "Golden Dounan", is located in Dounan Town in Kunming. It is the largest flower trading market in China and even in Asia, and it is also his original place.

He once said: "I chose to start there, and I want to end there."

Large and small colorful tents are set up in the flower market, and all kinds of flowers are placed in piles. The daily passenger flow can reach more than [-] people.Crowds of people with an irresistible aroma, every day from early morning to late night, is such a scene.

Gu Zeng used a camera to take pictures of several children at the entrance of the flower market, and also gave them sweets.The father of one of the children insisted on giving her the glutinous rice cakes he made. She pushed and pushed for a long time to no avail, so she had to take it.When walking back, I met some tourists from Beijing.

Gu Zeng followed them and heard one of them say: "A few years ago, I heard that someone painted hundreds of oil paintings here, and every portrait was shocking, all of them were tourists from various countries who bought flowers here. Or the truest portrayal of a flower vendor."

The silent eye shape is like a lying bow, expressing omniscience and gentleness, which is different from the most vivid and charming eyes of Captain Cen Da.

Calculating the time carefully, it should be ten years.

The person next to him, another one who looked older, continued, "It's not that I heard it, it's true. I happened to be in Kunming that year, and I had a tight schedule. I didn't want to come to this town to buy flowers, but I heard that there was an old painter who opened a flower shop here, but he didn’t charge money. People who buy flowers can paint Yihua by providing face portraits. I came here out of curiosity. Only when I came here did I find that there are so many people. I can’t count them. I don’t know how many, they are all for those paintings, like those paintings are hung in the big tents set up in front, the oil paintings of people from all over the world are hung in the tents where people come and go, the colors are bright, and the faces are beautiful. Vivid, looking at those paintings is like seeing the real life of the people in the paintings, especially the eyes. The painter is very picky, not everyone can enjoy this kind of treatment, only the ones he chooses, and these people often have clean eyes Lively, with a story."

"The painter is very young?" A girl in the crowd expressed curiosity with her keen sixth sense.

"Very young, very handsome, can be said to be very handsome, Chinese, senior military officer."

"Really?" The girls were all boiling.

The man continued: "As I saw, when he was here, there were many girls who came every day, from every city in China. Stories about him were spread all over the world, from a senior officer of a certain air combat unit."

"Crazy, how can you be so exaggerated?" One of the girls sighed, "Why is it so hot in the morning." She fanned her face with her hands while holding her face.

Gu Zeng lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.

When I came here this time, I heard the old painter describe his appearance. The wonderful explanation is that when thousands of people go to see him, he has the gentlest appearance. One more look and you can't breathe.

"It's not an exaggeration at all. At that time, a well-known photographer captured him when he was painting, saying that he was the warmest man under the lens. As long as a pair of eyes want to look at you, they will take you from head to toe, from soul to body. The body, see through it thoroughly."

Deep eye sockets, long eyelashes, and the brightness in the silent pupils.

"My God... I don't dare to think about it anymore." The girls around me unconsciously showed great interest.

It seems that she is the only one who can imagine the scene at that time, and will keep imagining it forever.Most of the tents here are transparent, and the inside will be decorated with the unique style of the store according to the owner's preferences.Because the flower shop was originally run by an old painter, the style is not complicated, it is a relatively simple warm color, but it shows the intensity of the oil painting.Later, more and more people became famous here, and the rules became stricter and stricter, and the number of guests received every day became limited, and it is now considered a special case in the flower market.

Perhaps because she noticed the specialness of her clothes, she was obviously not a member of the team, and someone asked softly, "You are, are you?"

Gu Zeng smiled embarrassedly, quickly pointed to the tent not far away, and said to them: "I am also from Beijing, and I buy flowers here." The wreath, the man had made it himself when he left in the morning.

"really?"

"Well, it's true."

"But you're always smiling, I just noticed."

"Oh, really?" She tried hard to cover up, "Maybe the painter you were talking about just now made my heart beat faster."

The girl who spoke to her was shocked, and it took her a long time to express her approval by holding her hand.

"I also feel that if I can meet that painter, it will really be a worthwhile trip."

"If, if I see you, I will not eat meat for a year." Another girl agreed.

"Oh, you're just making excuses for yourself to lose weight..."

Gu Zeng responded in a low voice, raised his head, and was not surprised to see a figure outside the tent not far away, wearing very ordinary local clothes, but so handsome that everyone, men and women, including children, looked back at him.

"He's fine, as good as you can imagine," she whispered before walking towards him.

These girls were speechless.

The only older woman who had seen him here followed her gaze and saw a figure not far away.After careful identification, he took a deep breath and exclaimed: "Really, really...how can you still be so handsome after all these years?"

All eyes were subconsciously looking at him.

Gu Zeng ran to his side, still looking back at the tourist group just now, almost all of them were women, waving at them exaggeratedly at this moment.Even at some distance, I dare not get close.

"What did you just say to them?"

"No." Gu Zeng hugged his arm habitually, and laughed in a low voice, "They said something that made me know something I didn't know."

"for example?"

"For example, the years when you painted oil paintings here."

How many girls have gone to the romantic flower market for him?
How many of the chosen ones have carefully scrutinized his eyebrows in the silent firelight and famous flowers?
How many aborigines have witnessed his thick ink oil paintings coming to the world in this place?

Cen holds her hand today and walks back into the practice cave, thinking of those years that are almost blurred, when he picks up the pen, his heart feels like still water, and when he puts down the pen, he has nightmares every night... Really, it is not a particularly good memory.

So he said: "At that time, fortunately, I didn't have any extra thoughts to observe the girls' faces."

He is really, good at making four or two moves.Gu Zeng has been completely defeated by him, and he walked inside holding hands.There are some other people in the tent, waiting for the old painter to paint their portraits.Since he left a few years ago, this tradition has been maintained until now, and it has always been practiced by old painters.

There is a long table in the middle, and the waiting people sit on both sides of the table. They can rest and enjoy the flowers. The voice of communicating with each other is very small, and most of the time they will not disturb the old painter's painting.

They were in the middle, and there were two or three more vacant seats toward the tent entrance.

As soon as she sat down, she saw a few girls coming in, from the tour group just now.As soon as he came in, he looked around, and when he found her, he smiled shyly.

Obviously it's for him.

Cen didn't notice it today, but just took out the glutinous rice cakes she got from taking pictures of the children, and handed a few to the old man who came from afar.The old man was found to have a physical problem. Hearing about this place, he wanted to ask for a painting for his wife.He came alone, and his children and wife didn't know about it. They just thought he had gone back to his hometown to see relatives.

"I didn't think that drawing portraits would have such an impact at first, but at least so far it's a good reaction. In fact, he can go to the photo studio to take a picture, but..." He expressed after knowing the old man's original intention to come here Showing a trace of helplessness.

Gu Zeng comforted him: "Just like you and me, everyone's independent thinking is different. Maybe the old man just wants to be special and leave his wife a special self."

Some stories have to stay, some fancy way of portraying the romance of love.

The old man thanked him, and Cen chatted with him politely today, then picked up a glutinous rice cake, tasted it, took a bite, found it tasted good, handed it to her, and said with a smile, "It's delicious."

It's a bit like a feeding gesture, just handing it to her mouth.Gu Zeng was still looking elsewhere, and it was just a subconscious movement. When he realized it, his face turned red all of a sudden.

And those girls were sitting opposite them.

As soon as Cen raised his head today, he saw them, smiled, then looked away, and said to Gu Zeng: "This time, there is still a phenomenon of acclimatization. I really want to wonder if you have never seriously exercised in the past few years." Pass?"

She was almost ashamed to death, took a bite of the glutinous rice cake, and said slowly: "Lu is in poor health all year round, he can't exercise as seriously as you said. Most often, he only takes a walk, walking around the garden at home for two hours . " Speaking of the latter part, I suddenly felt a little guilty, and didn't dare to look him in the eyes.

Cen was also helpless today, quietly watching her finish eating.

The girls on the opposite side were eager to move for a long time, and finally caught the opportunity to ask something.A girl said that she was a reporter, and keenly felt that there was a long story, so she did not hesitate to chase it here.Cen and she happened to be not very good at rejecting people today, so they communicated in such a low voice.

For some questions, they will choose to be silent together and not answer.

Like, about their first encounter.

If the word grief has been completely relegated to the past, it is best not to mention it, so there is no need to mention it again.

Some questions, they will answer together, and argue.

For example, when it actually started.

On the night of Changhong’s [-]th anniversary, he sent her a text message: No matter who you meet, he is the person who should appear in your life. It is no accident. He must teach you something.In the ten years in Atlanta, I have been crowned with many honors, but I have not learned to treat myself kindly, but now I feel that it should be a warm start.

She thought that was the time when they really started, but today Cen stubbornly believes that the time will be earlier, as early as the reunion in Atlanta after three years, when he and she listened to street singers singing in the rain.

I see you in the rain

suddenly so sad and crazy
……

I think of you in the rain

feel so warm
so sad

At that time, it should be what he thought, the beginning.Or, even if it was later, it would be when I told her in Beijing that I could empathize with her.He's always been that way, they start at any moment.

Later in the day, almost everyone in the tent put down what they were doing and followed their hearts into this rather long story.The old painter is still concentrating on face research in his own curtain, but the people outside have already been aroused with strong curiosity.

The light inside is an orange glass bubble, which is a bit dim, but it makes each other feel that the environment is very comfortable.Even, the sound of the tent being blown by the wind can still be heard.

Later played a small game, Number Trap.The banker is required to write down a number, between 0 and 100, and start counting clockwise from the banker to the right. Every time the next player reports a number, the banker narrows down the range and guesses in order until someone finally guesses the number.

For example, if the banker writes down a number 20, and the person on her right guesses 35, the banker will report 0-35; Count 30-0...

This game can actually test the tacit understanding, or induction, between two people to a large extent.

Therefore, when Gu Zeng wrote down a number of 10 in the first round, the people behind guessed in turn, 5, 38, 27, 8, 19... As they gradually approached 10, the final range was 9-17.

In front of Cen today, the probability of him guessing the nine numbers 9-17 should have been very low.And those who guess correctly will be punished.If you want to avoid the correct answer, it is not very difficult.

He just looked at her like that, and the result he saw at a glance was 10.The empathy of those years has always kept him awake.

Gu Zeng was about to cry.

In the next few times, whether it was his guess or Gu Zeng's guess, it was inevitable that they would guess each other correctly, so that they broke the news frequently.

Something, about their first kiss.

Oh, at Gu Zeng's house, when he picked her up in the corridor that day, he had an urge to kiss her.Later, it was only under the guise of diverting her attention to do what he really wanted to do.

About their real firsts.

This question was answered by Gu Zeng, and it was a bit difficult to say.

Four years ago in Kunming, after watching backpackers sleep on the ground from Yuantong Temple, he talked to her about social disorder, and when walking on the stairs, he kept talking about it. Later, she was really annoyed and asked him What do you want to say?It turned out that so many expressions were for the foreshadowing of the later event.

He was fascinated by her.However, it failed in the end.He stopped just in time, without reaching the last step.

At the time, she didn't know why he did that suddenly, but after thinking about it seriously, she could understand his state of mind, and when she thought of losing him by the red wall, she truly and cruelly felt his fear.That's how he felt at the time, terrified of losing her.

She used to think that he would never have to worry that someone in this world would leave him and betray him.But in fact, she was the only one who was really cruel to him.

Only her.

So, the real first time was in Las Vegas, that night.

The faces of the girls who asked the question were all hot. Gu Zuo said that he looked at the people around him, lowered his head and couldn't help smiling.The last question, after many hesitations, was finally asked.

Hundreds of portraits were painted about why he came to this place.

On a very quiet night, everyone waited for the answer with bated breath. They were shocked because they had seen the hundreds of oil paintings, curious because they had never seen them with their own eyes, and moved because of his story.

The answer is unknown, and the eye sockets are already hot.

At some point, a lamb ran out of the tent, gnawing on the Gypsophila it had stolen from nowhere.Sensing the gaze of everyone in the tent, it looked up without panic and continued to chew.

Everyone laughed.

Suddenly, I felt that fate was really wonderful, and the answer was no longer important.

Gu Zeng looked at the man in front of him, and his fingers were already tightly intertwined with him under the table.

Cen lowered his voice today, a very low voice, only the voices they could hear each other, asked her: "Gu Zeng, after leaving here, can you be my wife?"

In 1998, he followed Qu Yanran to Atlanta.

In 2003, Qu Yanran married for the first time, but he was only notified of the time and place of the wedding. He could not sleep all night in the dormitory, and had a good time with a few comrades in arms.During an operation a few months later, he suddenly had the idea of ​​being bombed.A short-lived mistake caused a comrade-in-arms to sacrifice for saving him.He later suffered from grief, prolonged drowning and becoming a smoker.

About half a year later, he went to the small town of Dounan, Yunnan, and visited the Dounan Flower Market four times within five years, painting hundreds of oil paintings of portraits.That was the only thing that could calm him after Su Ge died.This is where he was initially warm and kind.

In 2008, Qu Yanran married for the second time. At that time, he was on a dangerous mission at the border, and he spent three months in the jungle without distraction. When he returned, he heard the news of her remarriage. He suddenly wanted to go back to China, and then met her.

In 2011, we met again in Beijing.

"During an operation in Atlanta, the border maintenance provoked hostility from the enemy. At that time, I was not in a good mood. I thought about being bombed just like that. Gu Zeng, others may not be able to empathize with you. Years, but I will definitely understand."

"Give obsidian to someone you like, which means no more crying and happiness."

"Remember this moment, if it's an addiction, it's me."

"And I think the beauty of oriental women has only one characteristic. The more you experience the long darkness, the more you want to bring warmth to those around you."

"Among the people with social disabilities, most of them will be affected by this society in the end and develop autism and other similar symptoms. Although it is understandable, this is a product of society, but Gu Zeng, if I never want to come out, I will be sad. "

"I don't smell very good, but I want to kiss you."

"Gu Zeng, I need you."

"Nothing makes me feel more regretful than not being able to detect every tiny gesture of yours with my eyes anymore, so I will definitely not let myself be blind."

"Gu Zeng, one day in the future, I may lose my light and become a person who needs a cane to walk, and uses some instruments that use sound and temperature control, such as alarms, clocks, etc. I may... need more It takes some effort to take good care of you, and it may not be able to take care of you well, at least not like before."

"You have a sound body, a soft body, and good facial features. At least I like it very much. Sometimes casual gestures will test my self-control to a great extent."

"You are warm and strong, simple and long-lasting, and you have the most beautiful qualities of an oriental woman in my opinion."

"Every relationship in this world has a cause and effect. The relationship between us starts from faith and is deeper than warmth."

"For so many days, the only wish I made on the banks of the Qingbai Nile is not to let me miss you again."

In 2015, in Las Vegas, it was just to convey a message: the shape, sound, and appearance are all different for everyone, and the naked eyes cannot detect emotions.If you can see, I want to see you again.

In a small town in Yunnan, the largest flower market in Asia, he chose to be her husband.

No matter what kind of suffering and torture God has given us in the years we walked in the past, no matter how many things we have missed because of exhaustion or cowardice, we need to keep a clear and warm heart, because we believe that we All deserve the best person in the world, the most beautiful love in the world.

(End of this chapter)