he said that he had never seen a mountain before he was forty, but he met her when he was forty. ...
that is something in spring, in the process of extreme fall to winter, the short and indescribable summer, the black plum blossoms in the summer snow.
She is his wife, a woman who is sure of her life without opening her mouth. She sits in the midst of thousands of flowers, and she is naturally extravagant and different. Occasionally, when she is uneasy, he will lend a helping hand. Holding hands is life. She never stepped into the world he was obsessed with, so what? She is the impermanent shape of water, and she is arrogant and meek and obedient to him, and he is her world, which is enough.
She is an arrogant and arrogant woman who is deeply loved. In that year, she remembered her father and went all the way from Fengtian to Foshan. She was also dignified, but she was only a girl, not yet as stable as a woman. When she first entered the Golden Tower, she concealed her curiosity , looking at the paper drunken gold fan through the window, she relies on her tenderness, only loves dark colors, suppresses arrogance, and inconspicuous colors, but it is another kind of sharp edge. She never admits defeat, she doesn't know what the world is, what heroes are, she only knows that some things can't be lost, and if she loses, she will get it back!
This search, won the move, lost the heart.
The first time she faced him face-to-face, it was air pressure and fire, which was incompatible with the coquettishness of a room. After a few words in the scene, she said, "It's a pity that this room is exquisite.
He smiled, with a little bit of lightness and a touch of pride: Martial arts is a battle for the slightest, and if I break something, I lose.
The tricks, strokes and strokes, clearly, the closest distance, the eyes of each other are clear, it is all about winning, the moment he fell down the stairs, he helped, and at that moment, she knew that she had won, and the bet was The moment he stretched out his hand, it landed a little harder, and the wooden board made a "squeak" sound. He raised his head, and she was sitting on the railing with a triumphant smile...
She was still a girl. However, she also knew that if it wasn't for his good intentions, if he hadn't reached out his hand, the outcome would still be undecided.
Yet always lose, no matter what the process.
He sent her out, and she lowered her eyelids: I show you the sixty-four hands to make you understand that there are mountains outside people and mountains outside people. Boxing can't have only the road in front of you, without the back. Hope you can draw inferences.
He knew in his heart that he finally admitted that he had met his opponent and saw Gaoshan, but he had to admit defeat: there is no match in the ages, whether Ye Di can hide flowers, we will have a chance to confirm.
She was happy, happy to be able to defeat such an opponent, she was still dignified, her eyebrows were not raised, she just said lightly: Come on, I'll wait.
A move in the hands of sixty-four, hidden flowers at the bottom of the leaves. Is it possible to hide flowers at the bottom of the leaves?
His surname is Ye, she is Hua.
Come on, I'll wait... This wait, when will it end?
However, people are like this. When they say that, they may not have such thoughts in their hearts. Only after looking back, do they find that sometimes unintentional words have already foreshadowed the ending.
Just like the closest moment, if it is not only the obsession with winning or losing, but it will be meaningless and lose the taste...
Once you meet, you will have a connection. What's more, the opponents who sympathize with each other are the mountains that look up to each other.
The geese pass the book, Fengtian heavy snow, Foshan cool breeze.
Ye Di Zanghua once,
if he said it first in his dream, it was a trick that was repeated in his mind infinitely, and he was convinced of her move, and he was eager to try it again, and wanted to fight again...
If she said it first, it must be a girl The thoughts that can no longer be revealed, since there is no match for the ages, when we start again, when will we meet?
Once the agreement is established, if Wanshan Wuzhu
answers her, it will be a joy. He still remembers her, and he still reads her agreement.
If he answers, yes, he said, I will come, you will wait, then I will come...
The brush with the tip of the ice hanging, the mink fur cloak, and the two pearl earrings point out her incomparable youthful beauty, She was originally a beauty in frost, and her heart was melted by him. She was too afraid of exposing her thoughts, but she hesitated, so she would rather be cool and calm.
In the martial arts room, as the sun slanted down, the letter unfolded and folded, turned his back to the door of the room and looked out the window, leaving only slightly moving thoughts. My heart is full of martial arts madness, and there is only a plum blossom in the snow...
He knew her,
but he didn't know her.
In the gap between the sun and the dust, the woman under the window lattice lost her calm face for the first time. She knew that there was another person in his heart. I can only wait...
wait...
a good fur cloak, fashionable fit, so pretty, in the mirror, with a face like a moon and eyes like stars, she asked with a smile, is it so cold in Foshan?
He just smiled and didn't answer, and turned his eyes away...
After that, he answered the question without answering:
Dressed so well, let's take a family photo one day!
At this moment, the smile changed its taste. She knew that he was going to meet that mountain again. He was crazy about martial arts, would he be obsessed with that sane woman who knew martial arts?
Love the house and the Wu, which is the house and which is the Wu?
He turned his back to her and couldn't see her face, but after years of being together, he could hear her heart...
his own heart, he could see clearly but not, and he knew that he was going to meet the one who defeated him again. The Gong family has sixty-four hands, and they have never played the same game for a long time. How can it end after only one game?
And when you see those sixty-four hands, you will definitely see the owner of those hands. The open letter still bears the coldness of snowflakes, like her star-like eyes, a stern look, and no trace of smile...
It's a trick, and it's a continuation. The front edge...
Of course, behind her... he knew it.
Sitting in front of the old camera again, the withered picture, with tears in her eyes, has long since lost her high spirits. If she went to Fengtian this time and came back, would it be three people? Tears could not fall in her eyes, until his hand touched her shoulder...
Then she was at peace, and she was sad again, drinking tears.
She understands, he knows, it hurts more, it's not obsession, it's seeing it, but it has to continue like this... But she also knows that he is hesitant, the lingering tears still restrain him, He didn't leave...
In the end, he still couldn't bear her, the weight of his love for many years.
The war, the perfect excuse to stop the long preparations for his appointment. . .
As if her winter never ended, as if she had stood in the boundless snow for so long, it was not him who was waiting, but the sad news of her father's death...
For a time, her sky fell, but there would be no one for her To support, she has only herself. Far away from him, nearer is hatred...
Return the ring, no news is news, not no nostalgia, if it is ruthless, a touch of red treasure can be thrown into the ice cave, or go and leave a message, let me know, the picture has a beginning and an end , There is no beginning and no end, he is the only one in this life, but the same is true for him, only a shadow is left in his heart, there is no news...
Feng Dao, I will not marry in this life, I will not be able to pass on art, and I will not have a successor. . Can't look back.
The words of a few years ago are still on the lips, the fist can not only be in front of the road, not behind, but now, can not look back, only in front of.
She abandoned everything.
On the New Year's Eve, at the train station, gossip was opposite to shape and meaning. After several dangers, she took back the things belonging to the Gong family, asked her kindness and grievance, and lost the strength to support her. She didn't even have the eyes, only the back ...the white and empty space behind her...
She didn't know, maybe she didn't have the time to know, at that time, it was also his winter, from spring to winter in an instant.
He is arrogant and arrogant, speaks frankly, is used to drinking Pearl River water, and is not used to eating Japanese rice. I really can't open the pot, and there are friends who can buy a meal for one person for a year and a half. You can eat slowly.
This is contempt for wet shoes. Of course, he still has to live with pride and arrogance. This long, dark and desperate winter has worn away his property, his friends, his family, not to mention that year's A mink coat...
But it still hasn't erased the shadow in his heart, a buttoned hand, that button on the clothes...
that is the last thing behind him, the only mountain he has encountered so far, and the one that makes him unforgettable. Woman...
There is no reason. If there is a reason that he can't tell, he leaves his wife and children, and comes to Hong Kong with a simple burden and a bleak pride. He thinks, she must know his heart, and Lang Xin has a pair of feet, separated by mountains. The water always came back
and she really knew his heart, the heavy rain couldn't hide the tears, she never said much, she knew that he would not come back...
Farewell, he dropped the word "heart" in her hand. In Hong Kong, he nailed the buttons to the wall.
The world of Hong Kong is an old and yellowed newspaper. Even on New Year's Eve, there is no heavy snow in the sky...
After she has been taught, she sees him again, her heart is slightly cold, the New Year's Eve dinner on a table, her eyes are facing each other, She could also laugh. The mountain was right in front of him. He knew that she was no longer a mortal in this world. He knew that she had avenged her deep revenge. He thought that everything was over and he could start again. He couldn't hold back his longing for the mountain.
He said, you know, in the 26th year of the Republic of China, I plan to go to the northeast, because there is a high mountain there. I have done all the coats. Later, because of the war, I didn't go there. The coat is not left, only a button is left, which is a thought. The Gong Family's Sixty-Four Hands is a high mountain, so it shouldn't just disappear like this.
The button came over, it was a miss, but it wasn't her people, but the things she destroyed...
She couldn't be tempted for a long time, but she was still sad because of the relationship between her and him back then. A short and dazed summer... ever? Or at all, not at all?
Her eyes were still downcast, the faint pride, shallow persuasion, and DiDi's reverence were gone. She kept it tight, and the button was pushed back intact...
She said that martial arts has been a thousand years old and vanished. It's a matter, haven't we seen so much? Why can't the palace family stop? Mr. Ye, martial arts can't be higher than heaven, and aptitude can't be thicker. Life is impermanent, there is nothing to regret. Take this button back, what we want to see, what we don't see, we will talk about it later.
Will you talk about it later? Any chance to speak? He has sealed all her words, and she has already cut off her own path and has no eyes in front of her. She only has the memories behind her. If this is not given to her, what can she say?
When he left, she was alone at the untouched New Year's Eve dinner. She whispered, Mr. Ye, on New Year's Eve ten years ago, do you know where I was?
This is her last grievance, tell it to herself, and tell him...
He was confused, maybe his winter was too harsh, he had long forgotten that he also had a summer that he should not have, or maybe it was the firm sentence, love first, lose first , moved the heart that should not be moved, there is no beginning and no end, and it can never be erased... It would be
great if time stayed here, until the point is reached, everyone understands, but how can the entanglement end so easily, the last In the end, in the teahouse, with his dignified face, bright lips, red and white, snow and plum, he has been calm, and so has she. Or pretend it is.
She leaned against the door, her eyes wandered, she seemed to be listening but not listening. He was fascinated by it. After all, it was a local accent. After a while, he thought of the people around him and asked, can he understand?
Why don't you understand? Merry is a dream. Some people say that silk is not as good as bamboo, and bamboo is not as good as meat.
That is because what is sung is a play, and what is spoken is life.
If there is no one and only contest in this life, how can we meet?
She imagined that if she had to learn the tricks with a stubborn temper, I would definitely be the corner of the stage. A thousand turns and a hundred turns, both sad and happy. When she got tired of singing, the female general of the Yang family changed to singing in the garden. At that time, you were in the audience, and I sang for you. It's interesting to think about such an encounter.
He agrees, and I'm afraid it will be hard to get a vote at that time.
She laughs, you're really cheering. You go to the show, I'll give you the ticket.
atmosphere.
He just shattered her dream, in fact, life is like a play. In the past few years, Mr. Gong has sung literary, opera and martial arts, but he sings well and is full of skills. Unfortunately, I just turned around.
Turn around, how to turn? Turn around, what about the road ahead? I'm not alone, I'm not on a dark road, I can go to the end...
It turns out that I can't immerse myself in a dream for a short time. The smile sinks and emerges, turning into self-deprecating, I can't think of you watching me as a play. My play, whether people cheer or not, can only go on like this.
It turned out that he didn't understand her, he was just a martial idiot, she had what he wanted most, but he didn't want her...
She was tired, and her heart was actually at this moment. After years of practice, revenge, going south, reunion, and finally stopped, she understood.
It was my luck that I met you at the best of times.
——It was the opening of her love, it was him who broke into the eyes of only winners and losers, it was the most beautiful moment.
Too bad I don't have time.
—Then there, the present and the present, there is none.
Thinking about life without regrets, it's all pissed off. Life would be boring without regrets.
——The thing I regret the most is not being able to... not being able to love each other.
To tell the truth, I have you in my heart...
This is actually the most generous admit defeat, no love can be so easily exported. As soon as he said these words, he should have known that he was no longer in her heart. The girl who could only win but not lose, and who had never given face to anyone, no longer had him in her heart.
Just let your grievances stay there like a game of chess. take care. she finally said.
Her poignant face reminded him of his and hers in the short summer in the past.
At that time, did you have her in your heart? do you remember? Probably... can't remember?
Life is like a chess piece without regrets. There was no grudge between us. Some are just fate. Your father said, if you never forget, there will be echoes, and there will be people when there are lights. I hope that one day, I can see the sixty-four hands of the Gong family again.
As soon as his words came out, she knew that he still didn't understand her heart, and what he was obsessed with was still his, or was he saving it in vain, using the only connection between the two to make the last save?
Or forget it, understand or not understand, already so, what else can it be?
On the last road, she wanted to walk alone. Under the smoke in the room, what she remembered was the heavy snow,
either going or staying. She chose to stay in her years, which was her happiest day. In those days, without him.
All the encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence, and after the reunion, they are partings again.
She left him. In that yellow box with dragons and phoenixes, there were thoughts she left for him, not buttons that could be used as things outside her body, but her parents' hair... I met you, but you don't know me, I I don't know you, if you know that you are only here for the Gong Family's sixty-four hands, why is there such a crazy love, if you know that I have you in my heart... what can I do?
She really didn't know that he also had her in his heart, but as she said, it's only until he likes it...
All the encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence.
She, who had been elegant all her life, left in the end. She threw herself into the next reincarnation, looking for a reunion after a long absence, while he, thinking of the past in vain, had nowhere to turn back, and from then on, there was only in front of him.
She is Zhang Yongcheng, she is Gong Ruomei, and he is Ye Wen.
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