Chapter 842: Yan Xia (1)

Pink Rose Love: Yan Xia (Waru Alan)

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Giving a man freedom fulfills his pride and gives him a free territory.

The thrilling first love does not belong only to young boys and girls in the cardamom years, and a free woman will regard every heartbeat as her first love.

Pink Rose, which represents first love, often appeared in the conversation window at the beginning of this summer, and when my husband came home from work, I showed it to him and forced him to watch it. He said: I know, "rice washing water" is outdated, and there is finally a "roast duck rack" to eat. I'm so hungry, let's cook!

What my finger pointed out was a photo of Cecilia Cheung shopping after giving birth to her second child. My husband said: It's better for women to be fat, it turns out that they are naked for all men to see.

I took a closer look, even if the photo was released, there was still a week before the full moon, look at how fashionable people are! Suddenly I feel that this is a woman who is smarter than Ai Iijima, in the era of eyeball economy, people have not even stopped working for pregnancy, childbirth and maternity leave!

Let's call it China's Iijima love.

Every man who curses is actually in love with that **, and every woman who mocks is actually laughing at herself for being guts. Normal people don't pay attention and don't cheer.

It is conceivable that in the advertising for the agency bedding at the end of the month, people can not only see the deep cleavage of the fashionable hot mother, but also her heart full of wisdom. Making money is more important than anything else, who sees who shows which point in life?

The saint should keep a low profile, the wise must be a bosom friend, the mediocre cannot not be unhigh-profile, and the mentally handicapped must of course be hysterical. This is the law of survival in the world.

Something pleasant always happens in the summer, and I am used to writing tragedies in the summer, because the sun shines so that I don't indulge too much in it and bring sadness to life.

Winter is different, and the withering and cold of winter can deepen the tragedy and make people unable to extricate themselves. Don't even write it, I can't even read it.

However, this summer I'm going to write comedy because it's the first summer of my first love.

Yes, you read that right, it's the first love, that's what my husband said. He said in surprise every morning: "Today is your most beautiful day, a woman in love is so beautiful!"

Ever since I changed into a dress, he has started calling me "Miss Bellyzo."

Although I decided to write comedy, the book I read was a tragedy, which was to avoid impetuousness. In the past, I chose to watch tragedy in autumn, because the joy of autumn harvest would dilute the bleakness of tragedy. I don't want to be led by anyone, and I naturally don't like to be changed by a book.

In such a hot and rainy summer, it is so pleasant to drink tea with red adzuki beans and barley seeds, and read quietly for an afternoon with a book in your hand, so as to get rid of the dampness of your body and mind.

Unexpectedly, before the soup was boiled, a classmate from Shanxi invited Rong to visit the teacher together. I had to put it in the heat preservation mode, quickly pack it up, and go to the Maple Oasis in the Olympic Village. Fortunately, it is only a 10-minute walk from the Olympic Park station by changing to two subway lines.

I arrived first, and Rong arrived with another classmate from Beijing, Juan. The moment I saw Juan, I suddenly felt like I had gone back in time.

Because she looks exactly the same as Bi Shumin who lectured us back then. Regardless of appearance, clothing, hairstyle, temperament or demeanor, I couldn't help but say to the teacher: "Look, is Juan like Bi Shumin in 1995?"

The teacher said, "yes, I thought it was!"