113 A wisp of peach blossom fragrance

Xiao Chen stood on the rostrum for a period of time, the woman in a dark green hooked cheongsam had been staring at the man's figure, with a faint smile and warmth in her eyes, and the warmth gradually penetrated into her heart, which reminded the woman of a memory, a distant immortal memory.

That year, the snow in Guanzhong was as big as goose feathers.

I vaguely remember that I sat sideways on a thick peach blossom branch with two braids and a white goose down jacket, gently shaking my calves, humming the most famous ballad in the Guan, looking at the white snow in the peach orchard, and smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms even in winter. He smiled and stretched out his hand, as if to grab a falling snowflake, but when he opened his palm, he could only see a drop of water. However, I didn't care. I picked a petal of peach blossom with a smile and wet the cold drops of water in my hand. The petals were extremely enchanting for a while, and the flowers were fragrant, but it seemed that the fragrance became lighter and lighter because it was stained with snow water, and gradually drifted in the air.

On that day, the huge Taoyuan never closed his petite figure. Happiness was always so short. The Taoist priest in blue brought him to the south, a place called Emei, at the plea of his grandfather.

How old were you at that time? Three or five years old? The memory has been blurred, but I will not forget the tears and loss that I spewed out before leaving.

In the south, Sichuan, a poetic and picturesque land is as soft as water. Here, I learned independence and self-improvement. At that time, I was just a little more than five years old. Although I was petite, I became more and more mature in the grinding of the environment. After a while, she began to learn swordsmanship and literacy. When she grew up a little more, a woman's heart was already extremely strong, but how could she forget the happiness in Taoyuan in the north every midnight dream?

Mount Emei is very big and beautiful, but I can't integrate into it, just like I'm tired of going to the north now, the snow in the north, and the fragrance of peach blossoms in the north.

When he was twelve years old, the master went out once and brought back a sloppy little girl, who was very quiet and about the same age as himself. The master asked her what her name was. She said that she had no name and had never seen a relative since she was sensible.

At that moment, I felt that she was more pitiful than myself and vaguely understood one thing. There were many helpless things in the world.

From that day on, he called the little girl Xiaoyou. Xiaoyou liked herself very much and called herself a young lady. I don't know how many times she refused, but Xiaoyou still shouted young lady happily.

I and Xiaoyou grew up slowly in Mount Emei until the year when I was 17 years old, my father came to let me study abroad.

As soon as you leave, it will be three years. In three years, what will remain unchanged is the beauty of Mount Emei, and what will change is the face that you and Xiaoyou are no longer green and ignorant.

Two years ago, I began to visit scenic spots and historical sites in China with Xiaoyou, looked at the Potala Palace in Tibet, admired the magnificent momentum of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses in Xi'an, went to the top of the Yellow Mountain, and went to the top of the Five Mountains...

The past two years have been very insipid, just like her comfortable life in Mount Emei. However, the woman who has traveled all over China did not expect that she would rise and down in the Qingcheng Mountain in Sichuan. The family affection between Xiao Chen and the seriously ill woman, Zhang Tianyou and Xiao Chen's laughter and play have given her the most thrilling shock and realistic. And touching.

It was also at that time that Zhang Qiuling knew that he would never find his childhood memories in his life. The time that has passed will not turn back. How can the disappearing years be restored? Every month, a woman will make a pot of strong tea and sit quietly on a wooden chair, look at the stars outside the window, and think about the huge or small world in her heart.

Xiao Chen, every time he sees this man, Zhang Qiuling's heart will show a trace of warmth, which is very comfortable, just like the morning sun turns into snow and everything returns to spring. The origin is a man's overnight Peking Opera, full of scars.

On the night of the ancestral cemetery, although he and he were just sitting silently, how could the back scars that the man showed after taking off his coat escape his eyes?

At that moment, the extremely powerful woman in her heart was shocked. What made a man suffer so much? Is it a beast in the mountains or a hard life?

The suffering of men makes women realize it again.

Glory and suffering are always opposite each other.

If you understand and understand, you will no longer care.

In these days when living in Haida Community, women feel that their childhood memories in their minds are getting more and more blurred, and more memories become men's honest or cunning smiles.

Tonight, the woman who had already decided not to come changed her mind and put on the dark green hooked cheongsam sent by the man happily and walked into the dinner scene without informing anyone. The well-made soft cheongsam was matched with a pair of unparalleled delicate face, with a "10 million" bid. Women have already become the focus of this dinner. However, women's intention is to make men more decent or more qualified to stand in this group of dignitaries, relying on nothing else, but by being his woman.

Holding her chin in her hands and smiling, the corners of the woman's mouth curved a beautiful arc, and her eyes were still staring at the man who was talking excitedly with two young officers on the rostrum, soft and deep.

How many others are envious of the little daughter shown by this wise woman at this moment? Even women will be jealous.

Tang Wu wanted to say a few sarcastic words, but she didn't know how to say it. She got up silently and returned to Tang Xiao's side. On the contrary, Su Mingyue, who had been drinking, seemed much more indifferent. She was not surprised by the arrival of women or distracted by the arrival of women. She just tasted the red wine in her hand and occasionally looked at the man on the stage and then at the woman opposite.

The woman in a dark green hooked cheongsam has an ethereal temperament, which is more refreshing than the lotus flowers in full bloom in summer. The slight smile at the corners of her mouth makes her turn all sentient beings upside down.

How can a woman with white bones in Guanyin not attract the attention of other men?

In the corner, several rich and powerful young men are gathering to talk about which woman is more beautiful and ** tonight. Although the words are extremely vulgar, several young people talk very speculatively. This group of men who overexited male hormones decided to kiss Fangze. They always believed that they could not even conquer a woman by their own means? It's just that they didn't expect that the woman in a dark green cheongsam and An Meng Tang's adopted son-in-law were too special, and they wouldn't think that the woman's strength and background would be more frightening.

Although An Mengtang has already announced the end of the dinner, only a few people left. Tang Xiao has not left, and An Meng Tang has not returned to the villa. It is always a little inappropriate for them to leave like this.

For everything in the outside world, women turn a blind eye and listen to it. They quietly look at Xiao Chen not far away, as if looking at a distant and kind memory.

The woman decided to stay in Nanjing, watching men's every move in Nanjing and watching men's anger swallow like a tiger.

The peach blossoms and the heavy snow falling all over the sky became more and more blurred in the woman's mind, and the fragrance of peach blossoms became more and more inaudible.