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"I ask you, what do you call Miss." Mo said.
When he just came back from abroad, he didn't know that she was famous all over the city.
"I said my name was South Joe." Nanqiao's tears flowed down, and the picture appeared in front of her eyes. The modest and beautiful man asked him with a smile, "you ask me, is it Nanqiao who has trees in the South and can't rest?"
Mo Hengjin looked at the starlight behind her, and said the same words as before, "good name, 'Han has a wandering girl, you can't ask for thinking'. Miss is as pleasant as a poem. My name is mo, white stone is like jade, four elephants are around, min Huan, miss, can we meet each other?"
Nanqiao choked and said her lines, "mine My pleasure. "
In the dim and warm light of the balcony, their figures are silhouetted, harmonious and painted.
Mo minhuan lowered his head, kissed her hair on the head, and said again what he owed her more than 20 years ago, "I'm sorry, these 20 years have made you have bad memories."
The hot tears came out of Nanqiao's eyes, and stained the eyes with a trace of years' precipitation.
"You haven't changed. You're still Nanqiao." Mo minhuan lowered his eyes with guilt, held Nanqiao's fingers and unconsciously tightened them, saying what he had been afraid to say, "I, who was still that I was, still feel lucky to marry you."
Nan Qiao's eyes were wet with tears.
"Although it's extravagant, maybe I have no face to ask again, but I still want to ask." Mo minhuan's lips were tight and relaxed, and his voice was a little out of tune. "Can you forget the unhappiness of these years and go back to the original appearance?"
He is not arrogant, not not not admit wrong, but humble ah!
I feel that I am not qualified to be forgiven by my wife again!
This is the vulnerability that a man dare not reveal
Nanqiao's lips were open and he wanted to say anything, but he choked up in his throat. Tears flowed down his cheeks and around his mouth, bitter and salty.
Tears kissed the slight age lines on her face, she smiled, and the face burned by tears was even hotter, but in her heart, it was warm, like the wasteland for many years, the spring wind caressed, and the spring flowers bloomed
She raised her stiff hand and patted Mo minhuan's hand on her shoulder. Mo minhuan lowered his head. Hot tears trickled down his face and onto the back of her hand.
Yes, husband and wife 30 years, at this time, nothing more to say.
Everything is in silence.
They still love each other.
As long as this love does not disappear, then everything can start again.
The capital of Italy, Rome.
Notre Dame church is located outside the Tiber River. It is also one of the oldest churches in Rome. But the oldest things often go through the vicissitudes of centuries, witnessing the change of times. No matter the ups and downs of politics or the love stories of hundreds of years, it is like an old man symbolizing years, with its kind and mysterious smile Look at the countless people and things that come to it.
Nangong Guanchun is sitting on a row of seats in the back hall of the church. The colorful and complicated murals around her set her off like a goddess in oil painting. She is the most beautiful figure in the Bible. Her hair is curled on the back and her blue eyes are like the sea.
A statue of the virgin sitting on the throne in front of us has a quiet expression.
"Marriage is the grave of love "?" Nangong Guanchun thought of this popular saying, but she didn't sigh in her words. Instead, she wanted to verify it again.
Because she knew that as long as she spoke, Mo Hengjin would come.
That's what the man is like. When she is a black widow, her ex husband will not avenge her family's death, but he thinks she is a treasure and always wants to hold her in the palm of his hand. But he didn't know that she was just a stone.
- after the collapse of a wall, it was covered by earth and ignored, and occasionally stepped on the rubble of two feet.
He even wanted to pick her up and offer her as a treasure.
If marriage is a grave, then there is a grave where she can lay the stone. It's also a happiness if you think about it carefully?
Before, she didn't want to implicate Mo Hengjin. But when she came to the church with an aunt of Nangong family, she listened to the singing here and watched the church that had gone through several worlds. Her mood became very calm, and she began to believe in the beauty of the world.
"Whatever happens." An old woman's voice came from behind.
Nangong Guanchun stood up and said, "Auntie Anita, are your prayers over?"
Coming was a little fat woman in a grey dress, with simple brown hair and a calm look.
A few years ago, this woman was one of the ladies of Nangong family. She was a highly respected lady in the upper class. Once Nangong family was in decline, all the members of the family went from the bottom to the bottom, and became ordinary civilians. Some of them were in debt.
This woman, Angela, is the elder of Nangong Guanchun. Nangong family has become a faithful Catholic.
She nodded, and then said, "it's said that this is a famous saying in the East. I think it's right. Guanchun, the failure of Nangong family is not your fault. If Yanlie is the devil, it's the robbery of several generations of Nangong family. He just brings the intention of loving virgin."
Nangong Guanchun opens his mouth and says nothing.
It's a good thing for my aunt to see things like this.
Angela smiled. "Guanchun, you are still young, you should have your own happiness."
Nangong Guanchun thought for a while, nodded and turned to look at the statue of the virgin on the throne. "I told him that if he asked me to marry him again, I would marry him."
"That's good. I'm sure he will come if he loves you."
"If marriage is the grave of love, I want it too." Nangong Guanchun's mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes were full of hope for a long time, "because I don't want to die without a burial place."
So what about a grave.
"No, child." Angela lovingly holds her face and kisses her forehead. "Those who have love in their hearts can live forever."
"But I'm worried." Nangong Guanchun was very grateful for this aunt's blessing. Her voice was a little shaky. "I'm afraid that other relatives won't bless me and him. After all, he and Lu Bai..."
"Shh." Angel tower put her finger in front of her lips and said to her, "love doesn't divide borders and races. Don't bring family responsibilities to your love. Nangong family's decline is not because of him. Relatives will slowly understand and accept it."
Nangong Guanchun has a sour nose.
The eyes are also hot.
She nodded, her eyes glistening, "thank you, aunt..."
"Guanchun, you have to understand that you are the last person in the family." "If something happens to you, our relatives will never be able to let go. As long as you are here, hope is there, as long as you can find happiness and become a family, we can rest assured," she said
"Aunt Anita..." Nangong Guanchun was surrounded by warmth in her heart, and she was moved by the blessing of her relatives.
When he just came back from abroad, he didn't know that she was famous all over the city.
"I said my name was South Joe." Nanqiao's tears flowed down, and the picture appeared in front of her eyes. The modest and beautiful man asked him with a smile, "you ask me, is it Nanqiao who has trees in the South and can't rest?"
Mo Hengjin looked at the starlight behind her, and said the same words as before, "good name, 'Han has a wandering girl, you can't ask for thinking'. Miss is as pleasant as a poem. My name is mo, white stone is like jade, four elephants are around, min Huan, miss, can we meet each other?"
Nanqiao choked and said her lines, "mine My pleasure. "
In the dim and warm light of the balcony, their figures are silhouetted, harmonious and painted.
Mo minhuan lowered his head, kissed her hair on the head, and said again what he owed her more than 20 years ago, "I'm sorry, these 20 years have made you have bad memories."
The hot tears came out of Nanqiao's eyes, and stained the eyes with a trace of years' precipitation.
"You haven't changed. You're still Nanqiao." Mo minhuan lowered his eyes with guilt, held Nanqiao's fingers and unconsciously tightened them, saying what he had been afraid to say, "I, who was still that I was, still feel lucky to marry you."
Nan Qiao's eyes were wet with tears.
"Although it's extravagant, maybe I have no face to ask again, but I still want to ask." Mo minhuan's lips were tight and relaxed, and his voice was a little out of tune. "Can you forget the unhappiness of these years and go back to the original appearance?"
He is not arrogant, not not not admit wrong, but humble ah!
I feel that I am not qualified to be forgiven by my wife again!
This is the vulnerability that a man dare not reveal
Nanqiao's lips were open and he wanted to say anything, but he choked up in his throat. Tears flowed down his cheeks and around his mouth, bitter and salty.
Tears kissed the slight age lines on her face, she smiled, and the face burned by tears was even hotter, but in her heart, it was warm, like the wasteland for many years, the spring wind caressed, and the spring flowers bloomed
She raised her stiff hand and patted Mo minhuan's hand on her shoulder. Mo minhuan lowered his head. Hot tears trickled down his face and onto the back of her hand.
Yes, husband and wife 30 years, at this time, nothing more to say.
Everything is in silence.
They still love each other.
As long as this love does not disappear, then everything can start again.
The capital of Italy, Rome.
Notre Dame church is located outside the Tiber River. It is also one of the oldest churches in Rome. But the oldest things often go through the vicissitudes of centuries, witnessing the change of times. No matter the ups and downs of politics or the love stories of hundreds of years, it is like an old man symbolizing years, with its kind and mysterious smile Look at the countless people and things that come to it.
Nangong Guanchun is sitting on a row of seats in the back hall of the church. The colorful and complicated murals around her set her off like a goddess in oil painting. She is the most beautiful figure in the Bible. Her hair is curled on the back and her blue eyes are like the sea.
A statue of the virgin sitting on the throne in front of us has a quiet expression.
"Marriage is the grave of love "?" Nangong Guanchun thought of this popular saying, but she didn't sigh in her words. Instead, she wanted to verify it again.
Because she knew that as long as she spoke, Mo Hengjin would come.
That's what the man is like. When she is a black widow, her ex husband will not avenge her family's death, but he thinks she is a treasure and always wants to hold her in the palm of his hand. But he didn't know that she was just a stone.
- after the collapse of a wall, it was covered by earth and ignored, and occasionally stepped on the rubble of two feet.
He even wanted to pick her up and offer her as a treasure.
If marriage is a grave, then there is a grave where she can lay the stone. It's also a happiness if you think about it carefully?
Before, she didn't want to implicate Mo Hengjin. But when she came to the church with an aunt of Nangong family, she listened to the singing here and watched the church that had gone through several worlds. Her mood became very calm, and she began to believe in the beauty of the world.
"Whatever happens." An old woman's voice came from behind.
Nangong Guanchun stood up and said, "Auntie Anita, are your prayers over?"
Coming was a little fat woman in a grey dress, with simple brown hair and a calm look.
A few years ago, this woman was one of the ladies of Nangong family. She was a highly respected lady in the upper class. Once Nangong family was in decline, all the members of the family went from the bottom to the bottom, and became ordinary civilians. Some of them were in debt.
This woman, Angela, is the elder of Nangong Guanchun. Nangong family has become a faithful Catholic.
She nodded, and then said, "it's said that this is a famous saying in the East. I think it's right. Guanchun, the failure of Nangong family is not your fault. If Yanlie is the devil, it's the robbery of several generations of Nangong family. He just brings the intention of loving virgin."
Nangong Guanchun opens his mouth and says nothing.
It's a good thing for my aunt to see things like this.
Angela smiled. "Guanchun, you are still young, you should have your own happiness."
Nangong Guanchun thought for a while, nodded and turned to look at the statue of the virgin on the throne. "I told him that if he asked me to marry him again, I would marry him."
"That's good. I'm sure he will come if he loves you."
"If marriage is the grave of love, I want it too." Nangong Guanchun's mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes were full of hope for a long time, "because I don't want to die without a burial place."
So what about a grave.
"No, child." Angela lovingly holds her face and kisses her forehead. "Those who have love in their hearts can live forever."
"But I'm worried." Nangong Guanchun was very grateful for this aunt's blessing. Her voice was a little shaky. "I'm afraid that other relatives won't bless me and him. After all, he and Lu Bai..."
"Shh." Angel tower put her finger in front of her lips and said to her, "love doesn't divide borders and races. Don't bring family responsibilities to your love. Nangong family's decline is not because of him. Relatives will slowly understand and accept it."
Nangong Guanchun has a sour nose.
The eyes are also hot.
She nodded, her eyes glistening, "thank you, aunt..."
"Guanchun, you have to understand that you are the last person in the family." "If something happens to you, our relatives will never be able to let go. As long as you are here, hope is there, as long as you can find happiness and become a family, we can rest assured," she said
"Aunt Anita..." Nangong Guanchun was surrounded by warmth in her heart, and she was moved by the blessing of her relatives.
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