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That teenage priest, arrogant crybaby, spirited, holding the power of life and death of Hui Lou, but childishly fighting with flower pots.
That teenage swordsman, agile, look resigned, bearing a world of blood feud, but often upset by his pace.
That year Chang'an snow, her enemy's new wedding, he pulled her hard to send gifts, pretending to be the bride to make a mess, set fire to people's banquets, woe to be chased by a big dog ......
That night the fireworks were gorgeous, the snow flew, he pulled her to stroll in the crowd, and stole a glance at her from time to time.
That kind of lonely and high a world of him, but the eyes of a teenager first love like shyness and excitement, also in that year, he quietly asked her, "If the snow falls full head, does it mean we can white head to old age?"
The green-clothed girl, her body like a butterfly flying on the lotus, thorns bloomed red petals were lifted in the air by her stern sword Qi, fluttering all over the sky, such as a fluttering red snow.
She cupped a cupping of falling plums and sent it to him, looking at him drunkenly,
laughing, "Lian Jiang, I'll send you a cupping of falling red plums and snow."
You send me a bunch of red plums falling snow, I give you a piece of unrepentant infatuation!