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THE HEART BLUE-HANDED PRIVATE DISH -- ICE CREAM TEARS OUT -- WHAT'S THE HARDEST PART OF LIFE? IT'S CHOICE. A CHOICE MAY TAKE OUR LIVES, THE OPPOSITE SIDE... WHAT'S THE SIMPLEST PART OF LIFE? ONE SECOND, ONE THOUGHT WILL LEAD US TO A DIFFERENT FUTURE, OR JOY OR PAIN... BUT THAT'S HOW LIFE IS, AND WE'RE ALL FACED WITH CHOICES, WHETHER WE WANT IT OR NOT, THAT ARE BEFORE US, THAT CANNOT BE CROSSED, THAT CANNOT BE BYPASSED, THAT CANNOT BE IGNORED... SO WE CHOSE. AND SO THERE WAS THE FRAGRANCE, THE SNOW AND THE SNOW, THE TEARS... THE TWILIGHT ON THE BED, THE BOOK, "BEST OF THE BRIDGE," AND SEO ZHIMO'S TALENT WAS THE TYPE OF APPRECIATION THAT SHE WANTED TO BE, AND THE LINT WAS THE WOMAN SHE WANTED TO BE. IMBINE, A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WHO MADE SEO ZHIMO, LIANG SING AND KIM SO BELOVED. "A POETIC THOUSAND-YEAR-OLD WATERFALL, APRIL DAY OF MANKIND." SHE'S A LEGEND. SHE'S AN AMAZING WOMAN. SHE'S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SMOKE, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MEN'S RELATIONSHIP, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PAGE. AS A RESULT OF HIS SMILE, HE BROKE HIS LEG; AS A GOOD PERSON, HE DIED; AS A MAN OF LOVE, HE NEVER MARRIED. WHY ARE YOU SO SHY AND ENVIOUS. THE BEAUTY OF THE EMBLEM ALLOWS LIYANSING AND KIM YUE TO GIVE WAY TO EACH OTHER FOR HER HAPPINESS; THE BEAUTY OF THE EMBLEM ALLOWS THE LONELY, NAIVE KIM TO CALL UPON HER FRIENDS TO “FEST HER BIRTHDAY” MANY YEARS AFTER HER DEATH; AND THE BEAUTY OF THE EMBLEM ALLOWS SEO ZHIMO TO WRITE FOR HER, “SILENTLY I GO, JUST AS I CAME QUIETLY, WAVED MY SLEEVE, AND DID NOT TAKE AWAY A CLOUD.” AS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN LIKE SI, THE EMBLEM OF THE FOREST IS NOT WASTED ON HER LIFE BECAUSE OF THE ENVY OF HAPPINESS. MORE THAN ONCE, SHE HAS PHANTOMIZED HERSELF AS A FOCAL POINT, AND IN HER MIND SHE SINGS POEMS AND LISTENS TO THE RAIN WITH THESE STRANGE MEN. IN REALITY, SHIZUKU IS NO LESS BEAUTIFUL THAN THE FOREST EMBLEM, AND IT IS ALSO A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, SUCH AS THE TALL WATER LOTUS ON THE LAKE, THE SOFTEST, UNSURPRISING SHAME OF THAT LOW HEAD. ONE MOVE, ONE MOVE, ONE MOVE. SHE HAS READ POETRY, INSIGHT INTO OLD TIMES, GRACEFUL MANNERS AND GENTLE WORDS. AND WHEN YOU'RE BUSY, YOU'RE BUSY, YOU'RE BUSY, YOU'RE BUSY, YOU'RE BUSY, YOU'RE BUSY, YOU'RE BUSY, YOU'RE BUSY, YOU'RE BUSY, YOU'RE BUSY, YOU'RE BUSY. AND THE SUSPENSE WARD IS A SEA OF FLOWERS, AND IT IS A BLESSING FROM THE ADMIRER: JASMINE, ROSES, LILY, IN ALL ITS FORMS AND IN ALL ITS FORMS, EACH FLOWER IS WEARING A GORGEOUS COAT, EACH WITH A NICE CARD, FULL OF BLESSINGS AND PRAISES. AND THE ONE-IN-ONE LOVE OF THE DAISIES, THE WILD YELLOW, THE BROKEN PETALS, LIKE A LITTLE SUN, WARM. THE WORDS OF THE FLOWERS ARE ONE LOVE IN SILENCE AND ONE REFUGE FROM EVIL. AND SCOFFING FROM EVIL AND SCOFFING, SHE LIKES THE DAISIES OF UNREPENTED CHARACTER AND TEMPER, AND SHE NEITHER HOLDS HERSELF IN CAPTIVITY, NOR OPENS HER FLOWERS, NOR SETS THEM FREE. THERE IS NO NEED TO FOCUS ON CARING, AND THERE IS NO NEED TO STOP THE CRUEL FROST AND RAIN, AND THE SMALL SOIL OF ONE SIDE WILL BE BEAUTIFUL. THESE ARE SPECIAL, UNLIKE OTHER FLOWERS, WRAPPED IN SIMPLE AND FINE PIECES OF WHITE PAPER, WHICH APPEAR TO BE VERY SIMPLE IN THE MIDDLE OF OTHER FLAIR. THE FLOWER BEADS ARE ACCOMPANIED BY A SIGN: “THE LANDSCAPE IS REPLETE WITH THE WORDS ‘GIRL-DRY-DRY-DRY-DRY-DICK-DICK-DICK-DICK-DICK-DICK-DICK. THE DAISIES DECIPHER THE THERMAL DETOXIFICATION AND REDUCE DIZZINESS. THE RAISINS ARE FRAGRANCE, THE WIND IS WARM, AND THE GODS SLEEP. THE FLOWER WILL RUN OUT, AND THE FLOWERS WILL BE DRIED, AND THE WATER WILL BE TAKEN. BE WELL SOON." IT IS A SKETCH OF MEN AND WOMEN, ONE OF THOUGHT AND ONE OF GLASSES, THE BEST OF ALL. IT'S HIM. IT'S SO SPECIAL. HE'S GETTING CURIOUS ABOUT GLASSES. WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF FLAIR, THE CHEAPEST THINGS ARE SO WELL LAID OUT THAT THE TASTE AND THE QUALITY OF THE UNIQUENESS ARE ALWAYS SHOWN... THE NOISE OF THE NEXT MOTOR IN THE BUILDING, THE SOUND OF A SHARP BRAKE, GOES WITHOUT SAYING, YANG LAUGHED, AND LAMBORGHINI'S VOICE STARTS WITH HIS CARD. NINETY-NINE CUBS WITH 99 BLUE LEPRECHAUNS, PLUS LAMBORGHINI AND BADA EMERALDS, ARE NOT ALL THE CHARMS THAT ALL GIRLS CAN RESIST: "SWISTING, GIVE IT TO YOU." BUT LAUGHS IN THE EYES OF THE SUSPENSE ARE NOTHING BUT A MAN WHO HAS LEARNED NOTHING, AND THE TYPICAL JADE IS AMONG THE LOSERS. SHIZUKU DOESN'T EVEN HAVE EYES. KEEP READING. YANG SMILED WITH AN AWKWARD FACE AND WAS OVERWHELMED. "THE THINNESS OF THE SHADOWS AND THE LIGHT OF THE SPRING" A SOUR, NO NEED TO SEE IT, IT'S CHU. IN A SCRIBE SHIRT, A PIECE OF PAPER FAN, A ROLL OF BOOKS, A FOOD BOX, A FACE, CHU SWAM IN. THE FOOD BOX WAS PLACED ON THE TABLE, AND CHU WAS BOWED TO THE GROUND: “I'M AFRAID, I'M SICK, I'M AFRAID, AND I'M HERE, I'LL GIVE YOU A SMALL BOX, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.” UNDENIABLY, CHU'S VERNACULAR IS EXCELLENT, AND A BOWL OF WHITE WATER IN HIS MOUTH IS ALSO LIKE JADE. BUT SHIZUKU ALWAYS FELT TOO CORRUPT, AS IF HE WAS AN OLD MAN FROM AN OLD LINE. IN ADDITION TO BEING ABLE TO TALK TO HIM ABOUT ANCIENT HISTORY, HE WAS FACED WITH AN ANCIENT WELL, AND THE WATER WAS DEAD. SHIZUKU AND CHU WENT ON TO SAY A FEW WORDS, AND THEN THE BOOK LOOKED LIKE IT. "THE CITY IS DARK AND NO ONE CAN SEE UNLESS IT'S TIGHT..." THE CHORUS OF YELLOW BELLS RINGS, A PAIN THAT TEARS THE SOUL, AND MAKES EVERYONE TREMBLE. THE SOUND OF THE SONG HAS FALLEN, AND EVERYONE IS STILL IN THE SORROW OF THAT LOVE FOR SO LONG. HIS HEAD WAS UP AND HIS GUITAR WAS STANDING AT THE DOOR. THE MOST FAMOUS MUSICIAN AT L. UNIVERSITY, WITH HIS LONG, LONG, HAIRY, HAIRY FACES AND DEEP EYES FULL OF SADNESS, HAS A SENSE OF MELTING AND SWALLOWING. THINKING LIKES THE MUSIC OF THE LINES AND THE AIR, THE PAIN OF THE GRIEF, THE BEAUTY OF THE THOUGHT. BUT THIS DEEP BONE MARROW SADNESS SCARES ME, AND AS LONG AS THERE'S A TWIST, EVEN THE AIR IS SAD... THREE MEN, THREE DIFFERENT, CAN BE SO HEART-WRENCHING THAT THEY CAN'T. LOOK AT THESE THREE YOUNG FACES, THREE MOUTHS THAT TALK ABOUT EACH OTHER, AND SUDDENLY THINK OF A GLASS OF WINE BOTTLE BOTTOMS AND A BRIGHT EYE FULL OF INTELLIGENCE -- GLASSES? WHY SHOULD I SUDDENLY THINK OF HIM, WHY WOULD HE BE IN MY HEART? "THINKING, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" THE SOUND OF MUSIC. HE SUDDENLY FELT PANICFUL. IT WAS A PANIC OF CHILDREN WHO WERE SEEN TO BE LYING. “IT'S NOTHING,” HE SAID, “I'M TIRED, I WANT TO SLEEP, YOU ALL GO HOME, THANK YOU FOR COMING.” WHY IS HE IN MY HEART? NO, NO, I DON'T LIKE A COUNTRY BOY, AND MY PARTNER IS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE SEO SHIMO'S ELEGANT AND BRILLIANT MAN... ...THE MIND IS VERY CONFUSED, YES, NO, NO... ..LIKE SHEEP, THE MIND IS ASLEEP, IN DREAMS, OR THE BRIGHT, BRIGHT EYES AND THE THIN FIGURE... ..THE MIND DOESN'T KNOW THAT AT THAT POINT A SWEET SMILE APPEARED IN HER MOUTH. SHIZUKU, IS THIS YOUR CHOICE, WHICH WILL LEAD YOU TO WHERE... TO FINISH。