Comprehensive film and television: Passerby A, she is beautiful and cool

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Li Lianhua was sitting in the pavilion reading a book. Qiao Wanwan remained silent, staring at Li Lianhua's back. The familiar figure in front of her seemed to be within reach.

Yet it seems thousands of miles away.

Qiao Wanwan restrained her expression and walked towards Li Lianhua step by step. Looking at him from the front, he looked more mature and stern than before. The lines of his profile were smooth and clear, and his facial features were as sharp as knives.

Seeing Qiao Wanwan coming for the appointment, Li Lianhua put away the book in her hand and bowed habitually, "Miss Qiao..."

When I looked up, I found that the corners of her eyes were red, as if she had been crying.

This made her not know what to say. He touched his nose guiltily and hoped in his heart that she was not crying because of him.

Seeing his reserved attitude, Qiao Wanwan smiled broadly and asked in the same intimate tone as before, "Why hasn't Xiangyi returned to Sigumen in all these years?"

Li Lianhua replied succinctly, "I did come back. At that time, the Si Gu Men suffered heavy casualties and was on the verge of disbanding."

Qiao Wanwan blamed herself: "It's my fault. I didn't protect Si Gu Men well."

Li Lianhua shook her head. "It has nothing to do with you. I came back too late. Maybe I was too young at the time and couldn't bear such a huge change. I didn't have the courage to come back and face the mess. On the contrary, you, Wan, have done a great job over the years."

"Baichuanyuan remains the same even without Li Xiangyi, or even better. You should move on and find your own happiness."

After listening to him, Qiao Wanwan asked, "Have you found your own happiness?"

She was obviously talking about Qin Changsheng. Li Lianhua didn't understand what she meant, but he couldn't lie to her to make her give up. It would be unfair to both Awan and her.

Li Lianhua tilted her face to the side, her eyes slightly curved: "I am pursuing my happiness."

Qiao Wanwan was stunned by what she heard, her heart trembling. Ten years ago, Li Xiangyi was carefree and unrestrained, his manners flamboyant. Ten years later, Li Lianhua was gentle and polite, yet she smiled freely and lived a carefree life.

Qiao Wanwan sighed deeply: "You are right, I should have moved on earlier. I realized it too late."

"It's never too late for you to figure it out." Li Lianhua added calmly, "Take this medicine back and apply it. Did you injure your shoulder in the temple?"

Qiao Wanwan reached out to take it and smiled softly: "You are still the same as before, your observation skills are still so sharp."

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The night is dark and the moon hangs on the branches.

As soon as he went out, he saw Qin Changsheng taking a nap with an umbrella leaning against a pillar in the Qiao Mansion.

Li Lianhua walked over without saying a word.

Hearing footsteps, Qin Changsheng turned around and asked wearily, "Are you done talking?"

Li Lianhua responded, "Yeah."

Qin Changsheng suddenly said, "I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Li Lianhua frowned, confused. But she still chose the one she asked: "Bad news."

"The bad news is that Jiao Liqiao escaped from 188."

"Oh." Li Lianhua's reaction was extremely cold. "Then this should be good news. She is useless in the 188th cell. Only if she escapes will she be useful."

Qin Changsheng remained noncommittal.

"What's the good news?" Li Lianhua asked.

"The good news is that there is no good news at all." Qin Changsheng spread his hands.

Li Lianhua finally realized that he was being fooled by her again.

Tilting her head, Li Lianhua's eyes were filled with inquiry and confusion. She whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "So you came here specifically to wait for me just to tell me this?"

"Maybe." Qin Changsheng's eyes wandered for a while, he touched the tip of his nose and then his ears, and whispered, "It's going to rain soon, I came to pick you up so you don't get soaked without an umbrella."

Li Lianhua then leaned in closer and asked, "Then why don't you bring an extra umbrella?"

Qin Changsheng said confidently: "If I bring one more, won't the word 'take over' be reflected?"

Li Lianhua smiled silently: "It's just a farce."

On a moonlit night with few stars, a breeze blew past the eaves, swaying the green weeping willows in the south of the Yangtze River and lifting the crimson plum blossoms in Chang'an. The sky was filled with dense dark clouds, but no timely rain came.