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That was a beautiful and strong woman.

There are many kinds of beautiful women in this world, some are unpredictable, some are terrible, some are beautiful, but their heads are empty...

Of course, people often call this characteristic temperament, which is actually not beautiful, but few people associate the word temperament with unbeautiful people. Beautiful and temperament seem to have become a noun that must be connected.

However, at this moment, the woman sitting on the edge of the flower bed is really beautiful, and she really has temperament, but it has nothing to do with noble and elegant, but it is a temperament called strength.

This is a very strange feeling. Even though the woman was crying, you could read the word "strong" from the other person.

Ye Fang felt a little curious in his heart. He looked around and seemed to have forgotten how he got here from his home - but in the past, he always had to stroll around casually when he was free. Maybe he was conceiving the plot of the novel in the middle, and he got out of his mind, so he naturally came here.

Because there will be various lives here, and they will be presented to you in a relaxed or violent situation.

They may all become living characters in the novel.

Mr. Ye Fang is here.

When Ye Fang comes here, he often becomes curious about some people, and even says a few words to get more information and learn more about people, especially when the sky is dark - darkness can make people alert, but similarly, darkness is sometimes a wonderful key that can open one's heart.

Everything in this world has two sides.

He was really a beauty, not a character, but his facial features were very good and he looked very comfortable, even if he was crying so hard that he was so dark.

Yes, this girl was crying in the dark, and she didn't even notice that someone was sitting beside her.

Ye Fang looked at her for a while before touching her pocket and handed over some toilet paper. In fact, the other party was not short of toilet paper.

The girl still said no, looked at Ye Fang, and instinctively wanted to walk away, but Ye Fang stopped him in front of him. The girl couldn't stand up, but now she was obviously a little fragile.

Ye Fang smiled at him.

So the woman finally nodded and took the paper handed over by Ye Fang.

Ye Fang didn't know how to coax a woman not to cry, but he knew how to get close to someone.

The two look a bit similar, but the kernel is completely different. The former is art, and the latter is also art.

The woman slightly cried because of Ye Fang's behavior. Although the square was "black and bizarre (the word really just means literal)", the big corner seemed darker and rarely attracted attention, so the woman almost attracted anyone's attention here.

Until Ye Fang walked to her side.

The woman became a little alert.

This is a strong woman.

Just like her temperament outside.

"Do we know each other?"

Ye Fang smiled and said, "Obviously not."

Ye Fang knew what the other party wanted to say next, but he didn't want the other party to say that, so he continued: "If I don't know, can't I sit here?"

The woman's eyes flashed slightly in the darkness, then stood up, obviously intending to leave.

Because she couldn't find the problem in Ye Fang's words, and the other party had just handed her a tissue.

This is a state where no strangers can enter.

Ye Fang said: "Can we talk about it?"

The woman stopped slightly because of this sentence, looked at Ye Fang for a while, and then sat down slowly.

Ye Fang smiled and said, "Look at this attitude - is he a broken heart?"

And the woman glanced at Ye Fang and said, "He said I can't give him a sense of security."

Ye Fang was slightly stunned, turned his head to look at the woman beside him, and then laughed, not knowing whether he was laughing at the other person's words or laughing at the other person.

The woman asked, "Why do you laugh?"

Ye Fang said: "How long have you been separated?"

"Just... supper."

Ye Fang almost didn't laugh out loud, but he looked at the slightly depressed look in his eyes and stopped the laughter and said, "I'm just strange, a man said he wanted to find a sense of security here?"

In fact, what Ye Fang wanted to laugh was that this woman could face it in such a posture after just a few hours.

The woman glanced at Ye Fang and said nothing.

There was a certain light in her eyes, shining brightly.

Ye Fang asked: "How long have you been together? How did you meet? - Is it convenient for me to ask this?"

"Convenient." The woman was so refreshing that Ye Fang expected, "Blind date, half a year."

Ye Fang said: "You don't like each other at all, right?"

The woman turned her head and looked at Ye Fang, and showed a few awkward expressions, saying, "No, it's not...it's...it's..."

She paused on the word "is" for a long time before saying, "I'm a little sad."

If Ye Fang had known her for a longer time, he would have known that she would be very sad at this moment.

Ye Fang looked at her for a while and said, "The old ones don't go, and the new ones don't come."

This kind of words may be adding fuel to the fire for another person in the same situation, but Ye Fang believes that such words are quite useful to this woman at this moment.

The woman only glanced at Ye Fang, nodded slightly, and said, "Thank you."

Ye Fang smiled.

Then he stood up and planned to leave. He didn't intend to talk to the other party in depth, which did not fit Ye Fang's personality.

The woman didn't stop her, but suddenly said, "I actually look familiar to you."

Ye Fang was stunned and said, "Actually, I think you look familiar."

Then Ye Fan turned around and walked towards his home, walked through the familiar streets and alleys, and greeted every acquaintance he met.

The journey was plain and unsuspecting, and he returned to his home easily.

Everything at home is as always. Once I get here, my memories seem to be broken. For example, Ye Fang has not finished brushing tonight, and the pots and pans are still soaking water in the pool.

Ye Fang was in a good mood at this moment, so he walked over with a music that could not be heard from no one, washed a pool of bowls, watched the video for a while, and finally sat in front of his computer desk, and copied two chapters of novels for his majority of book friends, completely ignored the short and powerless insulting voices in the book review area, and then he looked at the time.

It was twelve o'clock in the evening, and it was just enough to climb onto the bed.

This is 2015.

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