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Living together in the army compound, grandparents and fathers are comrades-in-arms brothers, Yan Xinxue, Ai Min, and Ai Zheng's generation belong to the army's children, and they are playmates since childhood, regardless of each other's childhood, brothers like a family sisters.

There is more than that between Yan Xinxue and Ai Min.

Yan Xinxue and Ai Min were born in the season of falling pear blossoms, and the pear tree in front of the house in the courtyard accompanied them to grow up, silently proving their friendship----

When they were three years old, they picked up fallen leaves under the tree and gave each other stick figures, telling each other their desire to grow up;

When she was six years old, the frail Emin learned how little boys climbed trees to make trouble, and gave her sister Xin a pear despite hurting her knee;

At the age of nine, Yan Xinxue, who had a small success in painting, painted a picture of Ai Min who was holding a pear under the tree three years ago and smiled on the pear leaf, and gave it back to her;

At the age of 12, they sat back to back under the tree, and Yan Xinxue's sketches incorporated Amin's brisk flute sound;

At the age of 15, on the way home from school, Ai Min, who had a genetic heart disease, suddenly fell ill. It was Yan Xinxue who rushed her into the emergency room;

At the age of 8, Yan Xinxue took the girl she liked to the pear tree that witnessed their growth, and expressed her heart to her;

21 years old, reunion during the holiday, Ai Min took her little girlfriend back to Ai's house to meet her parents...

At the age of 24, Yan Xinxue married her son into the Ai family as she wished, but she was not married to her...

At the age of 27, three years after she suffered a shock and left home, Ai Min returned. She was not delicate and weak in the past, and she was determined to win back the love in her heart.

The pear blossoms bloom and fall, witnessing the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion;

If there is a reunion, tell the original intention again.

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The child belongs to the heroine, and the daughter-in-law also belongs to the heroine!

Content tags: A wealthy family, sadomasochistic love, broken mirror, reunion, growth

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ai Min, Yan Xinxue┃ Supporting role: Is that important?That's not important ┃ Others: Fa Xiao?Ome?Aunt?spouse

☆、Chapter 1 (fine-tuning)

The author has something to say: Yes, feel free to complain about me, the full text of the promised manuscript has not been saved, and the second article can’t wait to post the first article... At least the agreed article will be completed and postponed up...

I prefer to witness the protagonist's love, hate, sorrow and joy with everyone, and accompany them to grow up, because I don't make an outline, just a story outline? (Maybe?) I can’t tell what will happen in the next chapter. Maybe if anyone has an idea, I will change the direction of the story... Instead of pulling everyone into the pit when the story is gradually forgotten after writing...

Therefore, I urgently hope that everyone will leave a message~

If the writing goes well, in order to thank the three friends for their early attention and your long-term support, we will double update today~

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While feeling sorry for Miss Xiao, I also feel sorry for Sister Xin...

When will her indifferent little rabbit demon turn back...?

In the afternoon, the spring breeze adds a few degrees of tenderness.

Two girls walked side by side on the catkin-filled street.

One of them is a foreign girl with silver hair and blue eyes. Her sportswear is full of youthful vigor, and she is particularly eye-catching among the three or more pedestrians. "Hey! Ai, look!" The soft wind was blowing, and the catkins were blowing up with the wind. The girl smiled and called out to her companions happily.

Her companion turned his head to look at her a little, seeing her childish appearance, and then rejoiced.

Holding clusters of catkins, the Caucasian girl curiously asked her companion for help: "Ai, how do you say this in Chinese?" A thin Chinese girl was walking with her, and the girl spoke a Chinese language that could not identify where she belonged, "Ai, how do you say this in Chinese?" These are willow catkins, which are also found in your hometown."

The former nodded suddenly, then shook his head and shrugged, and replied in a strange but clearly pronounced Chinese: "It's different, our side, it's not fragrant."

There was indeed a faint fragrance flowing in the breath, Ai Min took a few deep breaths, the breath was light and pure enough to whizz past, it was the fragrance of pear blossoms.

It's that time again...

The pear blossom is the symbol of April in this city, and it also renders too many indelible marks in her memories.

The colorful clouds covered the sun, and at this time the passing wind was slightly cool. Ai Min turned her head and faced her friend, "The fragrance is not because of the catkins, but the pear blossoms. A great poet in ancient China wrote a poem, which also mentioned They. Do you want to know?"

"What?" The green-eyed girl who is a fan of China waited for her next sentence with eyes full of anticipation.

"The pear blossoms are pale, the willows are deep green, and the catkins are flying all over the city." Ai Min lowered her eyes when she answered, and happened to see a few petals of flowers fall to her feet, and they were about to be separated due to the wind.She retains them who are wandering, and tries her best to give them peace for a while.

The foreign girl repeated it carefully, thinking about it carefully and feeling puzzled: "Only two sentences?" The simple ancient Chinese poems she knows are all four lines.

Ai Min pursed her lips, raised her head, and suddenly inhaled the coolness layered on her heart, and gently pulled the corner of her mouth, "There should be more later, I forgot."

The Caucasian girl silently recited the newly-heard poem, carelessly not noticing the strangeness of her companion, she read it carefully, and vaguely remembered a name, "Is this made by the Jiuxian?"

Ai Min knew that she was talking about Li Bai, the fairy poet, so she couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth and shook her head, "It's another one."

"Oh, no!" The girl showed an annoyed expression, shook her head, and exclaimed using her newly learned idioms: "Chinese poetry is profound and profound."

Ai Min smiled, ignoring her feet, took her friend's arm and walked slowly, "There are still many 'broad and profound' in China... You will know better after waiting."

The girl nodded and was taken to the next intersection to remember and asked, "Then where are we going now?"

Emin smiled deeper, "Take my new friend to meet my old friend."

"Your new friend, me," the girl pointed at herself, confused, "Who is your old friend?"

Emin still laughed, "You'll know when you go, and I guess you'll like it too."

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The army compound is shrouded in solemnity at all times.