The male protagonist is an artist who does everything in his own way. The heroine is innocent, like a piece of uncut jade.
They got engaged within a few minutes of their first encounter. The two were crazy. Thinking of the scene where Deadpool and her daughter-in-law met, the craziness of the two matched each other, so the sky thunder shook the fire.
The father is seriously ill, the male protagonist does not care and support enough for the female protagonist. Because of love, he continues to occupy the female protagonist's body crazily. Pampering her father died, the female protagonist returned to Amsterdam with the male protagonist, working hard for life, most of the art people are embarrassed, and there is no way for the female protagonist to work to earn money. But after all, she didn't belong to a place like a factory. She went home after smashing, and then she was selling paintings and quarreling with each other. Here, the relationship between the two is going to collapse. Fortunately, drinking in the rain relieved the tension of the two, and the scene was both bold and romantic.
After eating, the scene fits the title of carnival, the bright red picture, the hysterical crowd. Seeing this, I wondered whether the inspiration for some nonsensical scenes in Star Master's movie came from here.
The rift has turned into the Grand Canyon of Colorado, love is a thing of the past, and of course the hero's heart remains unswerving. The heroine continues to pursue freedom in an indulgent manner, as if she had been imprisoned in her previous life. Going in joy and returning in defeat, Great America is not what she thought, except for the male lead, her crazy ordinary men may not be able to control it.
The heroine returned to Amsterdam, and the hero rushed to the agreed place, thinking about him eagerly. The heroine has a sudden illness, and the hero accompanies the heroine to spend the last period of time in the hospital.
During the decadent period of broken love, I lay down in bed all day and all night, imagining revenge on the heroine and Xinhuan in my mind time and time again. The depth of love is the depth of hate.
He couldn't keep what he wanted to keep. At the moment when the seabirds were released, he thought to himself, if you want to fly, then fly, as far as possible.
The sound of the violin sounded when playing on the beach, sorrowful and sorrowful, at that moment, they are in harmony with each other, soul and soul. At the end, the harmonica was performed, I sat there, my eyes were intently, and my heart was dark, as if I had also lost the love in my heart.
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