Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Hear her again. Jung shook the smoke in his mouth.

But he quickly reacted and pretended to look at the smoke in his hand.

Look at the smoke, look at her

Qinghuan stands straight from the bridge railing.

Jung was stunned, then looked again and said, "yes."

Qinghuan pursed her lips and smiled. Looking at Jung's eyes, she seemed to have some fun. "There's no cigarette you want to buy here."

Yes, although this place is not remote, there are no salesmen. You're not here to buy cigarettes. What are you doing here?

Jung put the cigarette box into his pocket and took down the cigarette. "What are you doing here?"

Qing smiled and swept his eyes under the bridge, "I'll see the fish."

Jung followed: "I came to see the fish, too."

Qing smiled and nodded, "then you continue to look, I won't look."

Then he turned and wanted to get off the bridge.

Jung chased forward a few steps. "Don't you really look?"

Qinghuan got off the bridge and turned into an alley without looking back.

Jung chased her back onto the bridge, but he didn't chase down the bridge again. Over the years, strict education made him unable to do anything that he didn't change his face after being seen through. He could only watch her back disappear in the dark and humid rainy evening.

When she disappeared in the twilight, he looked down and saw only a dry river with a bare bottom. Not to mention fish, there was no water or grass. Only the washed clean river stones were paved all over the bottom. It was obvious that it had been dry for a long time.

What else did Jung not understand? She lied to him and he lost her.

Jung looked at the alley where she disappeared, at the jagged and ugly bottom of the river, and finally took out the cigarette that had not been put in and took it back.

The second encounter did not bring any progress to the relationship.

Jung felt that he was looking forward to the progress of Qinghuan. After all, every time he thought of her, he couldn't help thinking more. Every time he saw her, he couldn't help looking at her more. Every scene in his mind was the bright charm of her hands and feet, and the smiling eyes when he looked at him.

However, he knows that he can't stay long in China. He will leave in two months at most.

The little year is followed by the big year, but Chinese people prefer to call it new year's Eve.

On New Year's Eve, there were few people in the street. The salesmen and vendors closed their stalls early and went home to celebrate the new year, but most of them stayed at home to prepare for the new year's banquet.

Although Jung had already passed his own new year and had no sense of belonging to Tianjin, his mood brightened up when he looked at the hurried celebrations all over the street.

He walked alone in the streets of Tianjin, feeling the dry and cold wind of Tianjin in winter, and smelling the fragrance of various vegetables floating out of every family's yard. Those fireworks were light, but they were like Qiu Zha's roots. They came out of his feet and deep into the land. He had never really felt that he lived in this world.

He walked to the river with a very relaxed attitude, then picked up a clean bluestone and sat down. He opened his clothes, took out his cigarette box, took out a cigarette and took it.

He is not used to smoking, but he feels that the taste of tobacco is very fragrant. In this way, the posture of holding the cigarette holder is very presumptuous. Most importantly, cigarettes always have a different beauty here. Such private ambiguity and ownership always fascinate him.

The sun is very warm on New Year's Eve. When the wind blows, the floating light on the river is wrinkled like leaping golden flowers. Qinghuan suddenly appeared in such a squinting golden flower.

Holding a long wormwood in both hands, she slowly supported the boat from under the bridge arch.

Today, she didn't wear the smile she had seen the previous two times. Her expression was a little cold and her clothes were not festive. She looked as if she was dissatisfied with the annual New Year's Eve.

Jung couldn't help but stand up and look at her. He moved. Qinghuan also saw him. She supported the boat close, but didn't stop and didn't say hello to him, as if she didn't see the tall man at all.

"Long time no see, how are you?" Jung shouted.

Qinghuan ignored him and only supported the boat to swing slowly in front of him.

"Can I get on your boat? I saw a Chinese boat for the first time."

Qinghuan still ignored.

Jung saw that she ignored, thought about it, took a long leg, and jumped into her boat. The sudden impact force and increased weight made the ship swing suddenly. Qinghuan shook his body. He supported the center of gravity with Artemisia and didn't fall into the water.

She was angry, looked back and spat at him: "such a coward!"