Heaven-law Supreme System

Jiang Muyan felt very happy, blushing like a peony in full bloom. Although he was ashamed, his eyes focused on Chu Xuan.

She didn't want to miss the poems that Chu Xuan was about to give to her because of her shyness, which might regret her life.

The netizens and the people in the courtyard also listened with breathlessness.

"Flowers on the Moshang, green hills and clear waters, not stained with red dust." Chu Xuan's expression was firm and Jiang Muyan, he searched for a long time, finally found a poem that is not in this world, but most suitable for the current mood and season.

This poem of the Twenty-fourth of the 36th National Congress of Feng Tang was also Chu Xuan's favorite poem.

When Hajime spoke, although everyone thought it was good, they heard that they were describing the current season. It was not amazing, but it was also good.

But everyone doesn't understand that describing the season and confession are half a dime?

Fortunately, everyone listened patiently, no one interrupted, and felt vaguely that the subject should be coming soon.

"Chun Shui is born, spring forest is beginning to flourish, spring breeze is ten miles, not as good as you."

Chu Xuan's voice was very soft and soft. Speaking of the emotion, he thought of the person he had crushed in his past life, and there was a tear in his eyes unconsciously.

As if seeing that first spring day, the sun was all spotlessly washed by the spring rain, the person walking like a butterfly dancing, the person smiled like a spring breeze, wrinkling a pool of spring water in his heart .

The whole world has nothing else, completely lost its color, and what is left is only the moment of beauty.

The world is no more than that, and it can't match her smile.

Chu Xuan unconsciously stretched out his right hand and gently stroked Jiang Muyan's smooth and white face. Her eyes were filled with her reflection. She smiled and moved, fusing with the figure from the previous life.

He felt that the whole world was full of flowers, even if the spring breeze was drunk, it was not as intoxicating as her.

In the heart of the field, Jiang Muyan gradually replaced the figure, deeply engraved in the heart, leaving a drop of tears, Jiang Muyan replaced it, and slowly grew strong.

Rooting, sprouting, flowering, and finally, the two feelings merged into one, all pinned to Jiang Muyan, and the figures, voices, and smiles of the two overlapped.

The past life was far away, and in this life, it was finally fulfilled.

Since you can't go back, then bury the past in your heart, and then seal it up.

Since you are in love, then use your best, don't hesitate and hesitate, and cherish the person in front of you.

As the mourning figure gradually faded and dissipated, until finally it was dusted, Jiang Muyan's appearance became clearer, and the balance in Chu Xuan's heart became more and more biased towards reality.

Memories and reality, he finally succumbed to the warmth of reality, and the untouchables could only be buried deep in his heart, and occasionally picked up a light smile.

As a result, Chu Xuan's eyes were gradually filled with Jiang Muyan's figure, and his affection became stronger and deeper.

When I heard the phrase "Ten Li in the Spring Breeze, it's not as good as you", the live broadcast room and everyone present all felt a fresh breath of love, and they all calmed down.

Savour it slowly, chew it slowly, and then everyone feels a seemingly plain, but intense love.

This kind of artistic conception is so beautiful. This kind of elegant metaphor has won the hearts of the people. Everyone is admired.

However, in this beautiful and quiet atmosphere, everyone dare not speak easily, afraid of destroying the beautiful atmosphere, afraid of disturbing Chu Xuan's thoughts.

Jiang Muyan already felt that he was melted into the artistic conception in the poem. Although Yang Mi and Ni Ni knew that this poem was not made for themselves, they still felt the same.

Ten miles of spring breeze, not as good as you.

What a comparison!