But only the appearance of Song Qinglian planted a warm seed and bloomed with gorgeous flowers in his originally deserted heart.

I have long seen through the warmth and coldness of human feelings under the coldness of the world. In the past eighteen years, I have never thought about the love between men and women. Could it be that it really appeared, the one who made him moved?

When Yao Zhiyun asked, he admitted without hesitation that he liked her. Although it was to stop Yao Zhiyun's unreasonable trouble, if it was really something he didn't want to or dislike, he wouldn't have recognized it so neatly.

Could it be that I also accepted it in my heart and did fall in love with her?

He didn't understand emotional matters, but he only knew that when he saw her, his heart would feel tenderness, and he couldn't help but think about protecting her. The warmth and coldness of human feelings in this world are no longer worth it, but she is only a different existence.

In this turbid world, everyone survives with colors, but she is the only one who is as pure as a pool of spring water.

Her eyes were clear without any impurities, and her mind was clean like the spring breeze in March. Only when she saw her would he let go of his indifference to the world and completely open his heart.

Looking up, my room was filled with more than twenty sachets, fragrant, and each sachet was embroidered by her stitches.

I relieve my fatigue every day, and when I return to the room, I smell the spreading fragrance and look at the delicate craftsmanship, and my heart will be filled with infinite warmth.

It's strange to say that this matter is, for some reason, he originally ordered these sachets from her to give them to the brothers and sisters of Minghuitang. But when she brought the sachets, looking at the colorful Lingqing sachets, he felt stingy in his heart.

In the end, no sachet was given out, all of them were left and hung in every corner of my room, just thinking that I could look at them every time and smell the fragrance.

Perhaps when the sachet of the delicate thoughts was delivered to him on the stage, his heart had been opened by this innocent girl.

When I was not sure about my name, I had already noticed her exquisite thoughts and left the sachets she received by my side. I didn't know that what I really care about was the sachet's exquisite thoughts or the exquisite and exquisite person.

He picked the rose that he cared for the most and gave it to her without hesitation, and asked her to embroider the lotus on the sachet. Using this rose as a sachet was that he had subconsciously wanted to combine the two people tightly together.

The lotus is her, growing in the dirty world, but it always comes out of mud without stain. The rose is herself, carrying thorns that make people not easy to get close to, but it is proud and fragrant.

The sachet of the lotus is wrapped in the fragrance of roses. Isn’t it that you have me and I have you?

Maybe I was really moved by her, maybe even before I knew it, her simplest purity and most meticulous eroticism had opened his heart bit by bit. She was the only one who could make him treat him with gentleness without reason.

If you really fall in love, it will be an entanglement that you can't let go of for the rest of your life.

As spring comes and autumn comes, time always passes quickly. In the blink of an eye, it is late summer. The heat of midsummer has faded away and the coolness of the clear autumn has gradually ushered in.

The autumn of this year was Jian Pengcheng's graduation period. After graduating from Tianjin City, he returned to the capital and began to prepare for the wedding with Lu Shuangshuang.

Lu Shuangshuang is about to get married, and has become busy recently, so she has no time to sell sachets with Song Qinglian, so Song Qinglian is the only one who does business on Baishan Road.

After Jian Pengcheng returned to the capital, Song Qinglian only saw Lu Shuangshuang several times. Every time she was in a hurry, either busy preparing for her fiancé's affairs or preparing a wedding dowry. Although she was busy, she was also full of joy.

Song Qinglian saw it and was really happy that her friends could get her own happiness, and she was also envious of her.

Perhaps all this happiness can only belong to Lu Shuangshuang, and with such a family background and such an identity, I am afraid that I can only envy you.

The family affairs are still the same. One of my parents is still addicted to cigarettes and the other is addicted to gambling. They ignore their own affairs and never care about them.

That day, Song Qinglian accepted Ming Jingxuan's help and used the money he lent to him to repay the debts owed by Song Daquan and Jin Guilan, also solved the difficulties at this time, and obtained temporary peace.

Song Qinglian did not carefully tell her parents about his relationship with Ming Jingxuan, but just gave the money to the person who paid off the debt, and told her parents that it was a kind friend who lent her to her.

The couple were naturally happy to be able to pay the debt and were too lazy to care about where Song Qinglian got the money, as long as she paid it back.

After this difficulty passed, the couple returned to their usual life.

After the tobacco shop reopened, Song Daquan returned to the tobacco shop to sell big cigarettes and lived in a wasteland. After Jin Guilan paid off the gambling debt she owed, she continued to play cards with the rich ladies in the next village and lived her luxurious life.

The couple no longer quarreled at home, and the family became much quieter. Song Qinglian was still living alone at home. Although she was lonely, she was at least pure.

These days, he has been working hard to embroider the sachets, hoping to exchange more money and return the money he borrowed from Shangyi Ming Jingxuan to him as soon as possible. Although Ming Jingxuan was not in a hurry to ask her to repay the money, only after paying back the money as soon as possible can he truly feel at ease.

This day, the autumn breeze blew across the entire road of the Blue Indigo Factory with a hint of coolness.

Song Qinglian sat alone next to the stall, looking at the stall while embroidering a sachet. When the cool breeze blew, she couldn't help but chill, stroked her hair, which was slightly squirted by the wind, and continued to embroider the sachet.

"Sister Qinglian!" Suddenly, a gentle and familiar voice was calling her name behind her.

She quickly turned her head and saw Ming Jingxuan wearing a light green gown, smiling slightly behind her, looking at herself gently.

"Brother Xuan!" She was surprised and happy, and quickly put down the embroiderer in her hand, stood up, and said to him: "Why are you here at this time?"

Ming Jingxuan chuckled: "I'm going to sing a show here today, and it's just close to you. I'm thinking about coming to see you before the show starts."

Chapter completed!