Chapter 6 The 22nd Year of the Republic of China · Winter · Hangzhou

There are countless bridges in Hangzhou. In the area of ​​Su Causeway, Bai Causeway, Gushan and Geling alone, there are about ten or twenty of them. But everyone can't remember their names, but the Broken Bridge is well-known to everyone. Every traveler who comes to Hangzhou will step on the Broken Bridge originally called "Duanjia Bridge". It was just the first time Duan Pingting had set foot here, so there was a feeling of intimacy. This is "Duan's family", her home - she suddenly felt thrilled, as if somewhere, thousands of years ago, she really arranged a Karma.

The Broken Bridge is neither an ancient building nor a gold carving and jade construction. After all, it has never been broken.This very ordinary bridge is not as beautiful as Su Causeway Six Bridge. It is just a single hole, arched, with bluestone railings on both sides, its charm, Duan Pingting thought, is because the white snake will not get Xu Xian in the end, right? Christmas is over, New Year's Day is over, and it's a new year. Winter was over, and the bridge covered in silver makeup was only left with remnants of snow. When the snow cleared, he got better. Duan Pingting is really sweet, today is a good day for her wedding.It doesn't matter that Huaiyu can't see her beautiful attire, he can touch it, and he can touch a bright red marriage certificate, where he can sign his affirmative name on the appropriate place.

There are no witnesses, but that doesn't matter, the entire Duanjia Bridge is proof, and the snow-cleared West Lake—maybe there is Bai Suzhen who is trapped at the bottom of the Leifeng Pagoda. She guides him. "here it is--" It was filled with ink for him and swiped drippingly. "Don, we're here, and no one knows. Really, it's ridiculous. Two of the most popular stars have retired from the film industry, and no one knows." "—Maybe history will record it in the future?" "How? I don't want it either." Tang Huaiyu thought of the prosperity of youth, but it was only a moment of beauty.Movies have entered a new era of sound, but they have never had his share.He wanted to say something, but Duan covered his mouth with one hand:

"You are not allowed to say anything, the sentence that cannot be said is the truth." Then it was her turn to sign, signed the word "Ting", and gave it a hard upward hook.With a hook, the meaning is still unfinished, and brackets are added, enclosing "Qiu Ping". The iron case is like a mountain. Duan Pingting was really sweet. Ordinary love affairs do not end well, so it has been handed down among the people that a woman's love history is not reunited, but she is satisfied.Get the final victory.The cause of not getting a good death is probably because she didn't love enough—she did such a good job, and she couldn't help but praise herself.

There are also some passers-by on the West Lake. They saw a woman leaning against a man wearing sunglasses. She had a kind face. No one could recognize who was coming. Duan Pingting's head was empty, but her heart was full, really, forever. She was relieved. Tang Huaiyu is in her hands and beside her, no one can take it away.The present is not as good as the past, and the present is better than the past, and we will live this boundless life with each other. "Don, do you remember? I said there were no children, but there might be soon. How many would you like?" She has started to live the life she longed for - the best thing is that he will never know how she gets old, and he will always remember her beauty, her grace and her smile.Never clean.

The voice and appearance are present. In case she also becomes corrupt, she will always be an eternal confidante in his memory.Knowing oneself and knowing the enemy, so she won. It's really a strenuous long-distance race, not a beach jump, but a marathon.Winner and loser, who will get to the finish line? Some chrysalis, overconfident, will never turn into butterflies in the end, either they are not frozen by the cold weather, or they suffer disasters, or they are knocked down by urchins and trampled into meat paste.No preparation is guaranteed. ——The reason why she turned into a colorful butterfly, wandering in the West Lake of Hangzhou, is a cold butterfly.Of course, every mountain is still high, and there are strong hands among the strong. In her soul, there is an element that is vicious and smarter than other women. This is the last time she has been in the world.Who knows if she has contributed to a catastrophe, but a catastrophe has created her.

Huaiyu sighed lightly, then remained silent. His misfortune was his great fortune. Since then, he has been trapped in a warm and soft jade prison, his heart is like still water, and he is infinitely desolate.But he will be old in a year, he wakes up and falls asleep, he doesn't know it, he just sleeps like death.It is better to live than to die, and he is alive again. The first military student of Guanghe Building in Beiping. The number one martial arts student on the Shanghai Lingxiao Grand Stage. The leading actor in China's first sound film "Peach Blossom with a Human Face".His wife, Duan Pingting, is the number one female star in silent films.

He witnessed the fall of Jin Xiaofeng, the No. 1 celebrity in Shanghai. The "first" of these few. In just twenty-two years, he has lived his whole life. During Huaiyu's days when "life is better than death", he couldn't see Xuerong, but felt that the sky was getting warmer, and he was longing for him. Whenever he fell silent, there was always a hand in his heart, stroke by stroke, ups and downs, writing each character one by one, and the characters were all the same. Dandan must hate him for missing appointments and for abandoning him.Hate forever.Repeated missed appointments, repeated abandonment, finally made her miserable.It would be better if she didn't forgive herself for the rest of her life. What would she do if she knew?

—Oh she used to have long, thick, unruly black hair.His eyes are full of blackness, he really should, just like him today. What color is the lotus?black.One year old withered and flourishing, lotus root is hidden in the lotus pond, and the lotus root is also black.In Sanjia Village, Yuhang, West Lake, the lotus root was dug, the juice was removed, the dregs were dried, and a bowl of lotus root powder was made in Duan Pingting's hand.In Huaiyu's mind, the sweet lotus root powder with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus is also black. The water shield is black, the tiger running water is black, the vinegar fish is black, honey sauce fire party, Longjing shrimp, Dongpo pork, crispy fried bell, rock sugar turtle... In a panic, he fried the plate with one hand. Sweeping in a daze, the ground trembled when he fell, full of sadness.Life is too long--

What hope?He is not blank, he is a bottomless pit. Peach Blossom Pond is only three thousand feet long, but it is bottomless, endless, without morning or evening.