Bluefield

it has been reported that many people in the village of manhua, the village of the police of caozhou, specialize in rearing flowers to support their lives.

there's a very small garden in the south of manhua village, a woodgate fence, very elegance.

the gardener's name is chunbao, 18 years old.

when he was a child, his parents died of illness.

little chunbao lives with his grandfather.

little haru's smart, hard-working, and loving.

but unfortunately, after he had just grown up.

then he threw his hand away.

chunbao is very sad.

when the moon was high and the night was blowing, he blew up the bamboo flute left by his grandfather in order to hold on to his grief.

this day, chunbao just ate dinner and picked up the bamboo flute.

and the adornment of the village of mandarin, when the sound of his flute was swirling, was heard, and there was an unspoken hymn.

someday, the sky will open up and rain.

he moved the bench into the house, looking at the rain of the night outside the door, and chunbao fell into deep thoughts of his grandfather.

all of a sudden, a man comes from the outside without a word from chunbao, and he talks first: "sorry to bother you and let me stay away from the rain." it's a woman.

chunbao's in a hurry to light the light.

under the light, chunbao sees it.

such a girl, she's so beautiful, she's so beautiful.

and the rain was pouring down on her head, and her beautiful, white face was more touching.

i don't know what to say between hours.

and i thought, "if it's raining so hard, a woman comes to ask for help, but what if the house is so small? chunbao stopped the girl and said, "little girl, stay! if the girl doesn't mind the mess here, leave her alone." he thought, "if the girl really leaves, it's too much for me; leave the rain." he thought, "if the girl really leaves, i'll be kind." the girl is very happy, thanks a lot.

she's wet and shivering.

but he didn't have clothes to replace her.

he thought, and he said to the girl, "you're warm in the house, i'm going to see the flowers." picked up the coat hanging on the wall and left the girl alone.

chunbao turned around the garden in her kimono, and the rain didn't mean anything to stop.

he walked around the garden, unwittingly walking to the front of the house and saw the door closed.

he's about to go to the front door and he's not feeling right.

if he wanted to go, he'd wait in the door room under the roof.

that's how chunbao stood outside the door all night in her knickers.

the rain finally stopped at dawn.

at that point, he heard the door, "squeak" and the door was open, and the girl came out, and she saw chunbao in a raisin, full of fatigue, and was very upset, saying, "i'm sorry to bother you.

i'm sure i'll thank you again sometime." chunbao company says, "no, no." i can't help but wonder why chunbao feels so lost.

three days later, a month and a nightTHE FLUTE, THE FLUTE, THE SOUND OF IT, THE SOUND OF IT IN THE NIGHT SKY, IT'S LIKE A LITTLE BIT MORE HYMN.

I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I'VE HEARD PEOPLE TALKING BEHIND ME: "HOW GOOD IS YOUR BAMBOO FLUTE?" WHEN I HEARD THE SOUND, CHUNBAO FELT FAMILIAR AND LOOKED BACK.

THE GIRL WHO CAME THAT NIGHT TO AVOID THE RAIN.

THE GIRL HAD A BASKET IN HER HAND AND SMILED A LITTLE.

"IT'S YOU! WHEN DID YOU COME HERE? HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME?" SPRING PO ASKED SEVERAL QUESTIONS.

THE GIRL SMILED AND SAID, "I'VE BEEN HERE A LONG TIME TO SEE YOU PLAY THE PIPE AND NOT BOTHER YOU.

AS FOR YOUR NAME, I WON'T TELL YOU.

THE GIRL TOOK SOME FRAGRANCES FROM HER BASKET OF BAMBOO AND TOOK OUT A BRAND-NEW PAIR OF SHOES.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY, BUT SINCE MY GRANDFATHER DIED, HE HASN'T BEEN SO CLOSE.

ONCE AGAIN, THEY'RE LIKE OLD FRIENDS, AND THEY DON'T FEEL THAT WAY ANYMORE.

UNDER THE MOON, BY THE BUSHES, THEY TALKED.

THE CONVERSATION ASKED THAT BOTH MEN SHOW THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER.

CHUNBAO DIDN'T WANT THE GIRL TO LEAVE IN A HURRY AND THE GIRL WAS ALWAYS DELAYED.

I DIDN'T SEE THE LIGHT OF THE DAY AND THE GIRL HAD TO GO.

THE GIRL SAID TO CHUNBAO, "I LIVE IN THE VILLAGE SOUTH FENCE GARDEN, BLUE." YOU GO TO MY HOUSE IN THE MORNING, AND WE'LL BE MARRIED.

SAY, "BRING DOWN FROM YOUR HEAD A GOLDEN AND LUMINOUS JADE FOR SPRINGBAB, AND GO FORTH, AND LEAVE A FRAGRANCE." WHEN IT WAS DAWN, "SPRING PO WAS REHEARSING THE WORDS OF THE GIRL, AND HE KEPT TALKING ABOUT THE VILLAGE SOUTH, THE FENCE GARDEN...

AND HE SUDDENLY CAME TO HIS SENSES AND WENT TO THE BUSHES OF THE GARDEN.

BUT SEE A DUDDAM UP ON THE DROWSY, AND HE'S GOT A BLUE, B-FIVE, ALL DRY AND LOOSE...

WITHOUT A DROP OF DEW.

CHUNBAO IMMEDIATELY REMEMBERED THE GIRL'S NAME WAS BLUE, AND HE HAD ALREADY ASSUMED THAT THE BLUE GIRL MUST HAVE BEEN A POLICE FAIRY.

AND I THOUGHT, "YEAH, THE BLUE GIRL STAYED IN MY HOUSE ALL NIGHT WITHOUT DEW." I'VE BEEN BUSY PULLING OUT THE FLOWERS.

LOOKS LIKE THERE'S ONE MISSING.

HE TOOK OUT A PAIR OF THE JADE THAT THE GIRL GAVE HIM, AND THE POLICE TURNED INTO THE BLUE GIRL WHO WAS LAST NIGHT: "SPRING PO IS AMAZING AND HAPPY: BLUE GIRL!" BLUEFIELD, I FOUND YOU!" BLUE GIRL ALSO SAID, "I CAN FIND A WISE, HARD-WORKING LIFE LIKE YOU, AND I'M ON MY SIDE." SINCE THEN, HE HAS BEEN MARRIED.

THE HUSBAND AND WIFE LOVED EACH OTHER, LIVED AND LIVED BEAUTIFULLY。