Contract Lover: Mr.Huo, happy every night

The sky is still as sunny as before. It's very comfortable to bask in the sun, which makes people lazy and can't lift up a little spirit.

There is no wind outside, at least not at all. The outside world is like a static picture. The leaves don't dance. Even the flying birds don't look so hard, so the outside sky should be bright, gentle and without a temper.

People say that the strong wind makes the sky angry, and the heavy rain makes the sky cry. I want to prevent the sky from crying and the earth from drying up, but these are contradictory, so I can only beg him to be still safe as usual, have no worries, eat and drink every day, and live a leisurely life.

It's best not to think, but also to make yourself difficult and make everyone sad. You can only hide in the corner by yourself, so that you don't cry, don't face those gossip, leave the dangerous muzzle of the gun, and make yourself unrestrained.

In life or love, sometimes they will go on time or bad luck, just like the color of the sky now. Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind wins the east wind. No one's love is perfect. Sometimes they will cry and feel sad. They will also face so many injuries and end their wronged life.

Just like the wide sky outside now, either white clouds cover the sky, or the sky kicks away white clouds. Yin and Yang alternate and change day and night. Those who should experience will experience it.

The plane is still flying in the sky, drawing a beautiful arc, leaving a heavy stroke in the sky, which is not only a stroke of expectation, but also a stroke of farewell. It is like a painting in the sky, painting mountains and rivers, blue sky trees, blowing breeze and stirring again and again.

Until the last moment the plane stopped, it was a farewell to the past, just like the ship docked. There was a bundle of reins. Without the strength to extricate and the fate to break free, everything had settled and everything was over.

Ling Xue walked slowly down the stairs of the plane step by step, slowly left the airport, took out her mobile phone, turned off the flight mode in the mobile phone, and turned herself into a normal person. A person who needs to live in groups and can't live without the Internet.

Ling Xue took her mobile phone and put on her headphones. She continued to play her favorite music "I'll find you in the next life". The music melody was a little sad. Both ears were moved by the sound of music and wanted to shed tears.

People who listen to music have a common problem, which is a common problem, especially those who like to wear headphones. No matter how noisy it is outside, they will stay in the same world and hum their own songs.

"I love you, love you, humble love you, no one knows, dare not let others know, and dare not let you know. I'm afraid you'll leave me, because I can't live without you. I'm afraid I can't stand your love, can't let you never leave me, and stay with me all my life."

The foreign atmosphere has lost the domestic prosperity. The cold wind is depressed. The domestic prosperity is limited to the human brain with many people. The crowded city has no excitement of home and the smell of home soil. Only the people in twos and threes on the foreign streets are what Ling Xue can see and his spiritual sustenance.

Ling Xue hid in this unknown world alone. Her own world. Only the old trees on both sides are her own dependence. The tears in her eyes slowly flow outward, just like breaking through the restrictions.

Time is the same. Only with the slow precipitation of time, Ling Xue may be able to rush out of here. Ling Xue knows that only when she hides abroad can she not see those familiar people, Rong Yaoting, break this love, forget this love, and don't think about all this.

Ling Xue drags a heavy suitcase and holds her only souvenir, a bracelet, a bracelet with pain. The bracelet glitters in the sun and is very dazzling in the sun. At first glance, it is valuable, and you can see how deep and sad their love is.

There are several stalls on the street, but unlike those in China, they buy things that don't go into the market. Here they sell some crafts, the crafts of a generation. Ling Xue was deeply attracted by a sugar painting stall in the distance. At that time, Ling Xue liked to eat this sugar painting best. Rong Yaoting would buy some for her, because Ling Xue would be in a particularly good mood as soon as she ate sweet, Eating sugar paintings is also Lingxue's happiest time.

Ling Xue walked slowly to the sugar painting booth. It was a young man in his prime who did the saccharification. He was not very much like an old artist, but he looked at his craft very skillfully. Lifelike sugar paintings were formed on a small glass plate, including chickens, ducks, geese and some simple pictures. There are also some complex pictures, such as monkey king, snow white and so on.

Ling Xue went to the booth and said with a smile, "buy a sugar painting."

"OK, miss, which one do you need?"

Ling Xue looked at the sugar paintings one by one. They were perfect, just like real animals. They were about to run out.

"I need... Need."

Looking at Ling Xue's hesitation, she said very kindly: "just choose snow white! It's beautiful and suitable for you. "

Ling Xue looked up at the people in front of her. She was very kind and full of sunshine. Ling Xue smiled knowingly and said, "I want this holy man."

"Oh? Generally, only a little boy can choose this. How can you like this? "

This is a foreign boy. He looks puzzled and asks. Only Ling Xue knows that he doesn't like the soft and weak snow white. What he wants is a holy man who can hold up a sky for him. Only the holy man will give him happiness!

"Because I prefer the character of Qi Tian Da Sheng who dares to love and hate."

The sugar painting artist on the side smiled as if he understood, and said to Ling Xue, "even if I gave you this! Thank you for telling me the determination and strength of Qi Tian Da Sheng. "

Ling Xue came to a foreign country thousands of miles away. Living alone is not for anything else, just because he doesn't want to see Rong Yaoting can't let him go.

The weather in foreign countries really looks better than that in China. Ling Xue stands in the garden downstairs and sits on the swing in a daze.