Chapter 317

Jiang evening smoke feel very happy, blushing like a peony in full bloom, although the heart is shy, but the eyes are dedicated to meet Chu Xuan.

She did not want to because of her shyness, Miss Chu Xuan will give her poetry, this may regret life.

Netizens and people in the hospital are all holding their breath and listening quietly.

"Flowers on the street, green mountains and clear water, do not dye the world of mortals." Chu Xuan's face was full of ginger smoke. After searching for a long time, he finally found a poem that was not in the world, but most in line with the artistic conception and season.

This is the 24 th of the 36 th National Congress of Feng and Tang Dynasties, which is also one of Chu Xuan's favorite poems.

At the beginning, although we thought it was good to hear that it was describing the current season. It was not amazing, but it was not vulgar.

However, we do not understand that there is a half dime relationship between the description of seasons and confession?

Fortunately, everyone is patient to listen, no one said to disturb, faint feeling, the theme should be coming soon.

"The spring water is born, the spring forest is flourishing, and the spring breeze is ten miles, so it is not as good as you."

Chuxuan's voice is very light and soft. When it comes to the emotional place, he thinks of the person who loved him secretly in the past life, and unconsciously hides a trace of tears in his eyes.

As if to see the first encounter of spring, the sun was washed spotless by spring rain, the walking posture of that person, like a butterfly dancing, that person's moment seems like a smile, like the spring breeze blowing his face, wrinkling a pool of spring water in his heart.

The whole world has no other, completely lost color, left behind, only a moment of bloom.

The world is no more than this, always can not equal to her smile.

Chuxuan unconsciously stretched out his right hand and gently stroked Jiang Muyan's smooth and white face. His eyes were full of her reflection. Every move and every move fused with the figure of the previous life.

He felt that the whole world was full of flowers, even if the spring wind was drunk, it was not as charming as her.

Heart field, gradually ginger smoke replaced the figure, deeply engraved in the heart, leaving a drop of tears, ginger smoke will replace it, slowly grow strong.

Rooting, sprouting, flowering, fruiting, and finally the two feelings merge into one, all of which are placed on the body of Jiang Wanyan, and their figures, sounds and looks are also coincident.

The past life is far away, in this life, it is finally achieved.

Since you can't go back, you can bury the past in your heart, and then dust up.

Now that you love, try your best, don't hesitate and hesitate, and cherish the people in front of you.

With the memory of the figure gradually fade, disappear, until finally dust laden, Jiang Dushan's appearance more and more clear, chuxuan heart balance more and more inclined to reality.

Memory and reality, he finally succumbed to the warmth of reality, can not touch can only be buried in the heart, occasionally pick up a cool smile can.

As a result, chuxuan's eyes were gradually filled with Jiang Twilight smoke, and his affection became more and more intense and deep.

When hearing the sentence "spring breeze is ten li, it's not as good as you". The live broadcast room and the people present all felt a fresh love atmosphere, and all of them were quiet.

Slowly savor, slowly chew, and then all of us feel a kind of seemingly insipid, but actually intense love.

This kind of artistic conception is too beautiful. This elegant metaphor has won the hearts of the people, and everyone is in praise. Netizens want to brush the screen and the people on the scene want to sing and praise a song.

However, in this beautiful and quiet atmosphere, everyone dare not speak easily, for fear of destroying the beautiful atmosphere and disturbing Chu Xuan's thoughts.

Jiang Muyan has already felt that he has melted into the artistic conception of the poem. Although Yang Mi and Ni Ni Ni know that this poem is not made for themselves, they still feel the same.

Spring breeze is better than you.

What a good comparison!