63 The dancing sleeves of the Red Mansions, the beauty of the country

In Baixia District, Nanjing, a woman holding a black umbrella and wearing a black windbreaker stood quietly on the road next to the sun bath. Her beautiful figure looks charming in the light drizzle, like a blooming lotus flower, like a wild smoke tree, like a white cloud in the sky. Looking at it quietly like this, I didn't move at all, but a warm smile flashed from the corners of my mouth and sometimes showed a trace of melancholy bitterness, as if there were many thoughts surging up in a woman's heart.

The Sunshine Bath has been closed, because the suspension and rectification notice sent by the Nanjing Public Security Bureau is also because a group of people in the Sunshine Bath have gone to Shanghai. At this moment, the rest of the bath is just an empty shell, with no voice, no laughter, and without him, sometimes as wise as a fox and sometimes as stupid as a child.

Standing like this, it seems that there is nothing else in the world, only a five-story building that has already broken fireworks and the warm memories in the eyes.

The woman gently closed her eyes, calmed down, and tried not to think about everything about him here. However, the figure of the man in her mind became more and more clearly visible, just like her own life. As long as there was still breath, she could no longer wave his figure away.

Standing quietly, a crystal clear tear suddenly flowed from the corners of the woman's eyes, flowing along her cheeks to the corners of her mouth, and the tip of her tongue was gently added, but her mouth was extremely bitter.

I vaguely remember that the first encounter at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain was such a market, like the most mean and snobbish profiteer doing business without any loss. I remember that his straight but slightly rickety figure on the mountain road quietly stood in front of him. Even if there was a tiger in front of him, it was a great danger and he would never retreat. I remember that in the ancestor In the secret road of the master's cemetery, he was tightly protected in front of him but did not flinch from the snake. He remembered that night, he sang the beautiful but desolate and sad Peking Opera with his bare arms...

I don't know when the tears in her eyes have gushed out. She closed her eyes tightly again. The woman did not dare to think about it or recall it. She was afraid that the atrium that had been virtual to him would collapse again.

Are you wrong? The woman was stunned.

Why did I accept such an order and come to another village to get to know Xiao Chen? Just to let Qingmen and Tangmen, who are ready to move, have a fight? But why do they want to involve Xiao Chen and themselves?

With an indifferent smile, Zhang Qiuling's indifferent cheeks were full of bitterness.

What Gardener said may be right. She has never done anything that directly hurts Xiao Chen, but what about herself? Can you really be calm in front of him? Explosion, deception, all this is so real but so ridiculous. What kind of expression will he have when he sees himself again? Is it joy or sadness and anger?

On a stormy night, the beautiful woman stands alone, her heart is ups and downs, and it is difficult to control herself.

The rain is still blowing with the wind, making the huge Nanjing city picturesque and beautiful for a while.

The road in front of the sun bath has lost the trace of a woman. A two-door jeep wrangler galloped on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway, and the vehicles were overtaken one after another. The jeep wrangler's engine roared shockingly, as if to tear through the night sky, on such a rainy night. Its tough voice sounds so prominent, respectable and cute.

Zhang Qiuling decided that on the day she came back from Xuelin Palace, she had decided that as long as he could be fine, why should she care too much? At this moment, Zhang Qiuling just wants to be a woman, a woman who doesn't hesitate to work hard for her man. She is going to go to Shanghai, go to Ziyuan, stand beside Xiao Chen, see his success or failure, see his life and death, and see him swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.

I hope my concubine's face is as red as a flower, and I can only reward her every day. She may have always been a woman with ethereal appearance and tenderness inside.

Zhang Qiuling has always been a woman who does things without common sense. There seems to be nothing in her heart that is worth her real nostalgia. First-class agent of the National Security Bureau? The direct descendant of the Zhang family in Beijing? Emei Guye Shitai's personal disciple? Any identity is enough to make her famous all over the world. However, over the years, she has only been doing what she likes. At the beginning, she promised her grandfather to enter the National Security Bureau to do a big thing because of curiosity. After in-depth contact with Xiao Chen, a woman suddenly found that life may not be as boring as she imagined. Talking and laughing with a man will always make her feel heartbeat. In front of him, she will always deliberately or unintentionally show a little daughter's mood.

Suddenly I remembered what I said to Xiao Chen about marriage in Haida Community,

"I don't like to be kept."

"Then get married."

"Do you really want to get married or do you want to get married because I'm beautiful?"

"I want to."

"Do you know who I am? My grandfather is in the army, my grandfather is an official, and my grandmother is in business. My seven aunts and eight aunts can't get rid of the military, politics and business. My brothers and sisters are also climbing the pyramid of power. My family is still a direct descendant of the Taoist family. So, are you afraid?

"I'm afraid of being a fool. If I can marry you, I will have a relationship with these people and have connections. This is what you just taught me."

"Are you going to marry me or my family?"

"Marry you."

"What did you mean just now?"

"I didn't say anything just now."

Thinking of the humorous and real dialogue, a happy smile suddenly appeared at the corners of the woman's mouth. She stepped on the accelerator under her feet, and the Jeep Wrangler galloped on the wet road like crazy.

Shanghai, Ziyuan, even if it is Longtan Tiger's Cave at this moment? I have to go, because there is my favorite man there.

In more than 20 years of thin and lonely years, he is the only one who has approached the depths of his heart, which is incomparably irreplaceable. If he really dies tonight, how can he face the lonely years in the future?

There is a long way to go. Zhang Qiuling has decided to abandon everything for Xiao Chen. At this moment, she is like a girl in love. Her intelligence has been cleared. She is willing to abandon everything for the sake of her beloved man without regrets.

Evil!

I want to know you,

Long life is endless.

There are no mountains, the river is exhausted, the winter thunder shock, summer rain and snow, the heaven and earth are combined, but they dare to compete with you!

There is a faint smile on the corners of the mouth, the eyes are as bright as autumn water, the beautiful face is full of happiness, and there seem to be tears under the long eyelashes.

The dancing sleeves of the red building, the beauty of the country!

At this moment, Zhang Qiuling is unmatched. She is the most beautiful and thrilling scenery in the world, because her heart is full of a man.