Chapter 50 3. Before the White Snake (2)

I held that door with all my might. There are two doors separated by ladyboys. I don't want him to see me like this, prostrate on the ground, flesh and blood connected, covered in cartilage. A lover's heart is made of crystal glass. Every now and then it shatters all over the ground. Can't stand push and knock. Xu Xian was still outside the door: "Susu! Don't scare me, you are fine, Susu! Open the door quickly, I beg you." I desperately pressed against the door, and said softly: "Officer, do you still remember what you said to me when you proposed marriage? I really want to, I really want to hear you say it again..."

The idiot smiled outside the door, "I knew you were playing tricks on me again, my lady, so I didn't say anything." The scorching sun, realgar, both scorched my heart and body.I fell down in front of the door, clung to it, clung to the only firmness, and felt infinitely at a loss, "If you don't tell me, I might not have the chance to listen..." "Okay, okay, I'll say it. But I said it, you have to open the door." Xu Xian approached the threshold and whispered softly.The motto of love that is repeated thousands and thousands of times never tires of it.

"Since I was a child, I have believed that there is nothing free in this world. To get the most precious herbs, you must have the courage to climb the highest mountain; to cook the best soup and medicine to cure the most severe diseases, you must exhaust the most energy. "Xu Xian paused, then began to say, "I don't know how lucky I am to be with you, Susu. But I know that luck is just accidental, and happiness is not inevitable. So, from now on, every moment, I will use more courage and effort, not to go to the mountains to collect herbs or boil medicines to cure diseases, but to make you happy for a lifetime."

As I listened to him speak slowly, tears filled my eyes. It seems that the water of the West Lake, which refuses to dry up, flows endlessly in spring, autumn, winter and summer. Actually, what am I planning? It's just that it's so difficult to expect the husband and wife's white heads to be as new as before. What was wrong? Why is it so difficult? "Susu, I'm done talking, can you open the door?" The idiot was still shouting outside the door. Sudden. I see him. Fly in. The Buddha's light is awe-inspiring. It's him. Fahai.