Her midsummer allure... but it can't be exchanged for his old land... Sending
a letter without an address, such an emotion has a kind of distance. It's really not easy to be happy, in your back...
The script of "living with one heart, sadness and dying"... Hey, the story is the same, just changed the protagonist and changed the outfit...
Decades later, the same coffee The house, the same seat by the window, she is old but still charming, leaning on the stool, smoking a cigarette, facing the window, thinking of him - "the love of my life" Yue Ye leans on the
railing alone, how can I look back. The elegance is peerless, and one side is the best! Drunk, dreaming, awake, poetry, tears, sorrow, Geshan, Geshui, next Tianya...
That officer...
Encountered in a bar at midnight, she sang CoCo in a dress she sneaked out of a tailor shop , luxurious, stunning, pure... rainy night date... he fell in love with her. She fell in love with him. He gave her the name CoCo, and she followed him to his manor, made his friends, and enjoyed the life of a lady... Everything was like a dream, swift and lonely.
His mother arrived, and the maid said, "He wouldn't Introduce a woman like you to his family"... She was sad and rushed downstairs, their family was having a dinner together, and the question that had been suppressed for a long time emerged in her mind - this man who loves horses can never marry her. The hysteria suppressed the quiet, the rationality overcame the collapse and madness, packed the luggage, and said goodbye to the beauty who can only be a doll and a mistress...
Paris, the cottage...
The opening of the store for her is not just a joke with the princess before. With hats, she has talent, but the money left is not enough for bread and rent...
Bowie, the love of her life, reappears to bring her a gorgeous turn.
They met in the manor of Officer Etienne, he taught her to drive, she was addicted to the sound of his piano, she was dancing and spinning with him in a black elegant dress, he quietly left for her happiness...
Now he came to Paris to find her
This man loves her, cherishes her, understands her...
"You have talent, I have capital"
Bought the shop for her, she painted it pure white, and opened it grandly on an ordinary night, with the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, the lights were bright... A lady's words hurt her heart, in the eyes of others she was just a mistress ...
affectionate dialogue, intoxicating kisses, he asked her to marry him...
Looking at this handsome English man, I recall teaching her to drive at the Etienne Manor and can't help looking at each other, she loves him very much, but maybe she doesn't have to rely on her He can prove this love more purely...
After a few seconds, she lowered her long eyelashes and rejected the man she loved in front of her.
Red tears dripped, people were already drunk, Bowie left without saying goodbye, and she was in a trance, brushing her eyebrows and pencils raining down on the red window, frowning and wandering in tears. Wan Qingsi, Kong reminiscences, heartbreak, Kong Nianxiang, urges the liver...
She cut off Qingsi
and he arrived at the front
... The turbulent war made people leave Paris one after another, "Women need more clothes during war", let go of her thoughts for a while, she Bravely challenging people's concepts, and contemptuously despising designer Paulie for making women's clothes like slaves. She used her talent to bring about a Chanel revolution, boldly adding men's clothing elements to women's clothing...
She finally succeeded!
I can finally love him more purely...the smoke of
gunpowder finally dissipated, people cheered and sent the war away, the king did not return, remembering the fireworks in Jimo was sad, longing and worry touched her like a sword that has not yet rusted...
Bowie is back
beautiful Deuville Beach, she ran like a child...
Fate loves to play tricks, when she thought her life would be settled, everything changed again...
That cafe... The
two sat opposite each other across a table ·
She was smoking a cigarette, sobbing.
He looked at her, speechless.
For the father's love he never got, Bowie chose family love and wanted to marry another woman...
Every pot of flowers bloomed on the windowsill, every pot of flowers withered in the handwriting, sadness was hidden Nail imprints on the windowsill
Christmas Eve...
She was still working like crazy, the phone rang... She held back her tears and listened to the sad thoughts of the man she loved so much on the other end of the phone, he told his endless love... All kinds of unspeakable feelings in my heart
rose withered, coffee was cold, everything It's too late, if life is just like the first time, her life will be more beautiful!
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