Luan Ju is very beautiful.
Hair is like dogwood, almond eyes are affectionate, and a beauty mole is just right. Raising your eyebrows is full of style, and looking back is charming. The red ribbon was enchantingly entangled, and a slender Zanpakutō was tied around his waist. Even wielding a sword can fascinate all beings.
Luanju knows that she is beautiful, and she can be generous, comfortable, and undisguised.
It's just that when she leaned on the railing and looked alone, her brows and eyes were filled with loneliness, and in a trance, she didn't know who she was born with.
If she really began to live on the day she met Yin, then her thousands of amorous feelings were not for silver and for whom; if her thousands of amorous feelings were only for silver, then when silver left her, her beauty was not only for her. A futile decoration?
Luan Ju remembers the first day of her life, the day she met Yin, she was not beautiful. Ragged clothes and messy hair, he fell on the barren land, numb with hunger. Then Yin appeared and handed a piece of persimmon with a smile, the corners of his eyes perfectly curved. And then, Luan Ju came to life from that desolation, and with a frown and a smile, the garden was full of spring.
Years have passed, and it seems like a lifetime. After a few years, Jingling Court has lost all its greenness, but Luan Ju can only look at Yin's back. Who would have expected that the coquettish woman had a melancholy that kept cutting and was chaotic. Yin left everyone with a hypocritical smile, and left Luanju with a silent back and an insurmountable ditch.
Like two intersecting straight lines, a boy saves a girl in a scene that is neither gorgeous nor beautiful on the day of intersection, and then irreversibly runs the opposite way. On the night they met Yin Bing, Luan Ju clearly saw the back of Yin leaving in the same night many years ago. It was snowing that day, and she reluctantly watched him leave without leaving her a single word. She followed in his footsteps and met again. She was the vice-captain of the 10th Division of the 13th Division of the Jingling Court Guardian. He was charming and charming. He was the captain of the 3rd Division. That day, she followed behind the captain without hesitation, and defended Tao against Yin's attack. The silver knife touched the blade of the chrysanthemum. She looked up and saw the blood-red pupil of the silver. She spit out unhurried but thorny words, very much like diplomatic rhetoric between squads. At that time, Luan Ju's heart was chaotic, the blade was sharp, but the heart was chaotic.
On the day that Yin finally left, the sky was very blue and the clouds were floating; the chrysanthemum was still beautiful, with long golden hair and red ribbons swaggering in the wind, with bright colors. When the sword was unsheathed, she said it was for the so-called justice, but in fact it was also to keep the silver. In the end, he could only see him pushing away his knife and turning around, showing the only sad expression on his face. Just a short distance away.
Chamomile, I'm sorry.
Bye now.
This time he left words. He said goodbye, then it was the final goodbye. disappear, disappear completely. They met but never knew each other, and in the end they could only face each other with swords. Luan Ju has never imagined that they can help each other, and now, the best choice can only be to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.
Yin rescued the once-beautiful Luan Ju, but now the chaotic Luan Ju can't keep the silver. If that's the case, why did she have such a muscular body and look so beautiful?
Looking back, Bai Meisheng smiled, but he could only laugh at nothing. Luanju is good at wine, thinking that a thousand cups will not get drunk, but in the end, he realizes that he was drunk at the beginning. But where did you wake up tonight? Her willow bank has never been romantic, and her style is only the wind and the moon. Drunk and dreaming, when I woke up, I was hurt all over the floor, and there was a large blank in my memory.
The chaotic chrysanthemum is firm, the chaotic chrysanthemum is tenacious, and the chaotic chrysanthemum is willful. Everything has nothing to do with beauty. The beauty of chaotic chrysanthemum, what's the point of losing the person you should appreciate the most? Yin and Luanju, moving in opposite directions farther and farther, and looking back suddenly, the only thing I can see is the gray sky on the first day we met. If you don't know your own beauty, no one will comment.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who else can I tell you?
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