Last year on this day, in this very doorway, faces and peach blossoms reflected each other's rosy hue.
The bright moon was its former self, but now it turns into a smile, its serene beauty enduring for thousands of springs.
Lu Zhaolin held a pheasant in his hand and stood not far away watching her. He felt a sense of déjà vu and familiarity, as if they had known each other for a long time.
His heart raced as he watched, and he felt an urge to go over and strike up a conversation.
As the saying goes, love at first sight is a lifelong commitment.
who is she?
Newly arrived educated youth?
I hadn't seen her in the village before, but I heard that some educated youth were coming to the countryside recently, and perhaps she was one of them.
I wonder whose daughter this is, that she was sent to this godforsaken place as part of the rural relocation program.
Lu Zhaolin clearly felt that he was being moved, and his heart was beating a little fast.
In the past twenty-three years, I don't think I've ever had such an experience before.
Since joining the army, he has devoted all his energy to his work.
He served in the army for five years.
He always had only the task at hand and had no interest in doing anything else.
Unexpectedly, I've now developed feelings for a complete stranger, and all I can think about is how I should marry her.
After realizing what he was thinking, Lu Zhaolin's ears turned red. In the past, if anyone had told him about love at first sight, he would have angrily rebuked them for talking nonsense.
Then, solemnly tell the other person that all love at first sight is lust at first sight.
Now, they've been slapped in the face.
But how do I approach her and start a conversation?
Approaching someone directly makes you seem unprofessional.
If I don't strike up a conversation, won't I just miss the opportunity?
Lu Zhaolin made up his mind to go and ask her, perhaps she needed his help.
The opportunity is right in front of you; miss it and it'll be gone forever.
Lu Zhaolin convinced himself that he really had no experience in striking up conversations with girls.
Even if you cram at the last minute, it's too late to learn now.
Lu Zhaolin took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Song Qinghe was still struggling with her hair. The small twig was hooked tightly, and the more she pulled, the more it got tangled.
Song Qinghe paused, feeling an urge to rip her hair out.
That might be faster; she really didn't have the patience to continue dismantling it.
When Lu Zhaolin got close to her, his hands and feet felt a little numb, and he didn't know if it was because he was nervous.
"Comrade, do you need any help?"
"Oh, yes, thank you!"
When Song Qinghe heard someone speaking, she subconsciously looked up and was instantly stunned when she saw him.
Are there really such good-looking people in this remote mountain village?
The first time I wanted to describe a man was with the phrase "gentle as jade." He had deep-set features, double eyelids, a high nose, and when he looked down at people, he appeared affectionate and devoted.
Ironically, this person also possesses a cold and aloof demeanor, exuding an air of authority without anger—the aura of someone who has long held a position of power.
Just by looking at him, you can tell he's tall and slender, upright and composed, probably around 183cm, and he exudes a strong sense of presence.
Was he in the military?
Song Qinghe silently guessed that soldiers are different from ordinary people. When they stand in front of you, you can tell at a glance who is a soldier and who is not.
The main difference lies in the atmosphere.
Is the village chief talking about him?
I'm thinking of renting someone's house, but I don't know if they'll agree to it.
Song Qinghe decided to be a little nicer, since she felt obligated to help others.
They might have to live under the same roof for a while in the future, but it doesn't seem so hard for her to accept living with someone so good-looking.
A feast for the eyes!
Of course, it's still unknown whether he's willing or not.
While Song Qinghe was pondering, Lu Zhaolin had already gently untangled the hair that was caught in her hair and then tucked it behind her ear.
Song Qinghe blushed instantly!
In both her past and present lives, no one had ever made such an ambiguous move towards her.
Lu Zhaolin's actions were completely subconscious. Only after he finished tidying her up did he realize that his behavior was somewhat inappropriate.
If things go wrong, people might think you're a thug.
"Um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"
"Hey, Xiao Lin, you're here!"
Lu Jinguang went inside and searched around, but found no one in the courtyard, so he came out.
He thought that if all else failed, he could let Song Qinghe stay at his house for the night and they could talk about it tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, when she came out, she saw Lu Zhaolin standing with her, talking.
To be honest, the two of them standing together are quite a sight to behold.
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