Get to know your ex-girlfriend [GL Quick Transmigration] + extra episode

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In this scorching summer, the shelter in the teahouse is relatively cool, so order a pot of herbal tea and a few plates of delicious pastries, sit there, and listen to the storyteller tell some interesting things, the time of the morning It can also pass quickly.

While eating tea, Xin Lan listened to the storyteller talking about love and hatred, and was a little interested.

These days are indeed much richer than staying in the cold palace, or in other words, life is much richer than when the original owner was the empress.

The storyteller is talking about love and love today. No matter when this drama is, everyone likes that there is a gap between the identities of the two parties, whether it is an ancient rich daughter and a poor scholar, or a modern clerk and a domineering president.

Today he was talking about the troupe's little actors and the general's leadership.

An opera troupe set up a stage to sell and sing. There was a little beggar who secretly watched the opera performers sing. The little opera singer came on stage to sing again, and a rich man touched the little opera singer's hand, and the beggar saw him and beat him up.

The listeners sighed from the audience, saying that the little beggar must be miserable, and as expected, the storyteller went on to say that the little beggar was beaten up by the servants of the rich man and thrown to the ground. Go to the mountains, there are many jackals and wild dogs in the mountains, when the little actor heard about this, the little beggar was nowhere to be found.

The little opera singer sneaked out, enduring his fear and walked the mountain road, searching for the whole night, but he couldn't find the beggar.

The storyteller spoke very well, he vividly portrayed the image of the little opera singer, as if he could really see the weak opera singer striding forward, staggering and searching inch by inch in the mountains.

Xin Lan showed no expression, drinking herbal tea and listening, neither sad nor happy, seemed unmoved by it.

Qu Zhi'an felt a little pity in his heart, but seeing Xin Lan like this, that pitiful feeling disappeared a little.

"Lan'er thinks this story is not touching?"

Qu Zhi'an boldly called out such a title, and felt much more comfortable after saying it.

When Xin Lan heard Qu Zhian address her, she only raised her eyebrows and acquiesced.

"It's touching, it's only possible that I've been cold-hearted for a long time, and I won't be moved."

This feeling is probably the indifference of the strong towards the feelings of the weak.

It's not that Xin Lan was untouched, she just sighed a little, if she had been stronger, she wouldn't have worked so hard for such a love.

Just like people who were born into rich families, they will never understand why some people quarrel because of things worth hundreds of dollars, and finally the relationship breaks down.

This metaphor may not be appropriate enough, but it is true.

Xin Lan has no way to treat herself as a character in the play, so naturally she won't be moved by it.

Qu Zhi'an wanted to refute Xin Lan's claim that she was not cold-hearted, but she couldn't find any words for a while, but she stubbornly believed that this person was actually very warm.

She can always give him a sense of peace of mind, even if she sits there silently.

The feeling in her body is very complicated, it is not calm and self-sustaining, nor is it indifferent, if I have to find a word to describe it, it is probably disdain.

Because he is in a high position, he feels very indifferent to the world, but he is not without temper, sometimes it is as vivid as a splash-ink landscape painting.

It seems absurd to think so, but it feels true.

After sitting in the teahouse for a whole morning, Qu Zhian took Xin Lan to a restaurant with a good reputation that he had been to, and ordered good food and wine. When the time passed, Qu Zhian brought Xin Lan to the lakeside.

The lotus picker sits on a pointed boat, shuttles among lotus flowers, picks lotus pods in her hands, weaves large lotus leaves into a beautiful hat and wears it on her head, the swaying green color becomes the summer scenery. A touch of coolness in the day.

Qu Zhian rented a small boat, let Xin Lan sit on it, paddled along the waves, and rowed to the depths of Lianhua Lake.

Lying on the boat and looking up, I just feel that the sky is extremely blue, and the white and soft clouds are floating leisurely, very leisurely.

The clear water of the lake also reflects the bright sky, and occasionally there are birds chirping from somewhere, and white waterfowl fly across the lake, causing small ripples.

Qu Zhi'an reached out and picked a lotus pod, and put it in Xin Lan's hand.

"Yanyan is really a person who knows how to enjoy. Seeing your skillful appearance, do you often come to this place?"

"I've only been here twice. The first time I came, I couldn't forget it. This is a good place, but I don't always have free time to come here. Today is just a good time, so I will take you here to relax. heat."

"Have a heart."

Xin Lan has never been a person who is stingy with thanks. She knows in her heart that others treat her well.

"Smoke."

Xin Lan looked at the person sitting beside the boat fiddled with the cold lake water, and called softly.

"Ok?"

"Do you want to try, the taste of power in the hands of the people?"

Qu Zhian's body shook because of these words, but she didn't lose her composure too much. She thought about it carefully before saying her answer.

"I just want to go to a position that is strong enough to protect you and support you in any move."

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