Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Jung was noncommittal about such an answer. He would indeed be attracted by her, but the attraction was not enough for him to make choices and commitments, so he was not qualified to talk about her. He was the catkins accidentally dropped in the long river of her life. There were no waves and waves when they fell. When they went, as long as the wind was stronger, they could return to his vast world.

Since you want to go, go more thoroughly.

At this point, neither of them had a new topic. Jung drank the water in the glass and left.

Still at first sight, wearing a gray suit and coat, holding a hat in his hand, raising his hand to buckle his head, hanging his head and eyes, no one can see his expression clearly.

Qing welcomed him out, then leaned against the door frame and watched him leave the Western-style building all the way.

"It's over so soon?" she said in a strange tone.

Qinghuan's eyes didn't bet on her. She went straight back to the room, shook her hand and closed the door. Then she went directly to the cabinet, took out the can of palm sized coffee beans and threw them into the trash can.

She should have known for a long time that men are never worth her heart.

Time passed quickly. On the day of the Lantern Festival, Qinghuan was carried into Dashuai's house by a small pink sedan chair.

The Marshal's surname is sun. He was born in the field. He hasn't read for a few years, but he has a brain that doesn't follow the usual path and a strong body. It is this brain that makes him judge the situation and make strange moves repeatedly. It is this body that makes him come to the sea of fire without hurting a penny. The only regret is that he doesn't have a loyalty and integrity.

But there is no doubt that such a man is an owl in such troubled times.

The so-called sun dashai, Qinghuan only met him once.

It was still the summer of 1916. She rowed under the bridge alone. He came from a distance and stood at the bridge head to see the scenery. With a low eye, he just saw her emerging from the bridge hole.

"What are you going to do with boating?" sun Dashuai asked her.

Qinghuan raised his eyes and asked, "what are you doing?"

Before that, Qinghuan never thought that the black faced, bearded, cold and ruthless marshal in the newspaper would be a clean scholar with an inch of head shaved, a long coat, hands behind his back, glasses and doubts.

Those eyes, Qinghuan can still clearly remember the richness of those eyes when they looked at her.

Gentle and soft, like the water in the south of the Yangtze River, with spring and green. Masculine and resolute, it is like the wind in the north of Shuo, mixed with the cold and sharp of winter.

At a glance, Qinghuan knew that this was a man with a story.

She liked those eyes that seemed to hold thousands of worlds. On a whim, she invited him to play together, and he agreed very readily.

In fact, they only talked for a short time. After a cup of tea, he found the stairs and got off the boat. When he left, he smiled gently and said to her, "I'll talk to you later."

At that time, Qinghuan was dazzled by his tenderness. She just felt that this man would be a good patron. If his identity was more valuable, it was impossible to fish her out of the building, so she deserved to be very neat.

Later, he didn't go to her, and Qinghuan didn't see the clean face in the newspaper. More than half a year later, Qinghuan was disappointed that it was just an empty word to deal with, but he didn't expect that his promise was only half a year late.

The night Qinghuan entered the house, he watched the tearful red candle all night alone.

The next night, sun dashai came to her room in the wind and snow. The first sentence when he entered the room was: "I've kept you waiting."

For a moment, Qinghuan vaguely saw him talking and laughing with her that summer, but he was just a daze. He became the handsome man in military uniform and cold eyes. When those eyes looked at her, there was no spring, only endless calm and indifference.

At a glance, Qinghuan's beating heart calmed down, came forward to offer tea, and wenwenruan called him, "marshal."

He took her hand and pulled her into his arms.

In the process, he was very gentle to her, but at the end, he bit her ear out of control. His voice gasped and trembled, but the strength and tone under his mouth were vicious, "I said I wanted to find you, and now I finally found it."

Qinghuan didn't feel the entanglement similar to fate from his words. She was just confused.

She thought of a possibility to leave from Yang Lou, but she didn't think it would be in such an unbearable way.