His her, her him

He is a good man, innocent, kind, enthusiastic, young, and silly idealist. He is training his boy scouts, spending all day with the local children, with only the prairie in his eyes, and "the wind blows high." The tip of the grass, the stream trickling into the grass, the lively water in the deep mountains, the cattle walk down the hillside with the afterglow..."

And she, "not a lady", slowly looked at the young girl with blue question marks in her eyes Transformed into a secular woman with only green dollars in her eyes, impetuous and empty, she never seemed to see the light in the tunnel all day long, she always said "I'm quit" I quit, I can't stand it, but for the sake of living , Had to start working at the age of 16. . . . .

However, in this big house, he and her met. . . . .

He was so clumsy in this big city when he first arrived. After a 5-hour sleepwalking tour, he finally found his office exhaustedly; when he got in the car and went out, everything looked so fresh, "The Parliament building turned on the lights. "Mr. Lincoln seems to be looking at me!", "What's that? It's a movie theater!"

And she was already exhausted in the office by all kinds of phone calls looking for him, and finally waited for the big boy, but she had no eyes. Those who knew Taishan blasted him out; when he took him out, I felt like a mother who took her child out for shopping for the first time; "Why would there be such a person?" It made the headlines of the newspaper the next day. . . . .

At first, he didn't understand her impetuous, and she didn't like him who always caused her trouble, right?
So, since when? When did it start?

He began to rely on her for help, appreciated her cleverness, asked her name, and asked the mother from afar to send her home jam?
And she can actually start to listen to him quietly, listen to him talk about the grassland of his hometown, listen to him talk about his proposal, accompany him to eat takeaway, and accompany him to write the proposal?

But, he still likes the more beautiful Susan girl, doesn't he? Seeing the beautiful Susan, he can't even hold his hat tightly, he will stutter, he will stutter, he will be tempted by her beauty and temporarily forget his dream. . . . .
And she, there is always a man by her side who says "I will cherish you". Although this man does not comb his hair well, he is loyal and prudent. He is always by her side, listening to her complaints, and waiting anytime. Marry her. . . . . .

Go around. . . . .

He was framed, was about to be expelled from the parliament, and was cast aside by everyone. The beautiful Susan was not by his side;
she resigned sadly, and finally did not marry a good old man, and remained alone.

finally. . . . . She still found him.

He was frustrated, depressed, and desperate. It was her encouragement, firmness and support that made him cheer up again, and they started to act.

She may be thankful that her years of experience in the "tunnel" can actually give him so much help. She is very familiar with the rules of the game. She encouraged her in the audience. She shouted and cheered for him. Yes, she "liked this monkey". She began to call his mother "Mom". "NS. . . . .
He began to mature, shouted out his own voice, insisted on what he insisted on, expressed what he wanted to express, watching her movements, prompts, gestures, and expressions in the audience, he knew that he was supported by someone, he watched The notebook she forwarded was written with words of support for herself, yes, he finally cheer up. . . . .

Here, the play is over. . . . . .
The bad guys finally couldn't hold on anymore, a happy ending.
Of course this ending is not his and her ending. . . . .

Haha, if what you see here is:
the victory of freedom, the victory of democracy, the victory of the system, the victory of idealism, the victory of the people, by the people, for the people,
then, please allow me a little What I see here is just
the triumph of love. . . . .

In the end, he lit her, and she lit him.
I believe they finally returned to his hometown,
There, the wind blew over the high grass tip, the stream trickled into the grass, the lively water in the deep mountains, and the cattle walked down the slope with the afterglow. . . . .
Right there, they were sitting on the tip of the grass, eating the jam made by their mother, blowing in the wind, listening to the stream, basking in the afterglow, and watching the cattle walk down the hillside with the afterglow. . . . .

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