Hanla.qiaozhi
Stories (34/0)
I beat my rivals with tolerance
My husband and I met when we were in college. At that time, he was a very good student. He won the scholarship every year and was a famous talented student in the school. I remember the first time we met was in a debate held by our school. The topic of the debate was whether there was real friendship between men and women. I was on the positive side and he was on the negative side. Although I lost to him in the end after a heated exchange of words, I was impressed by his gifted debating ability and handsome appearance. A month later, we settled into a relationship. After graduation, he could have gone to work for a big company in Shanghai, but he stayed in Chengdu for me. A year later, we decided that our love had matured and we walked down the aisle. The days of marriage were warm and sweet, until one day, the peaceful and comfortable days were broken by a sudden text message. That day he was taking a bath, suddenly his mobile phone rang up, I opened it to see a disgusting love letter message. I panicked and looked in the mail box. Oh, my God, there were a dozen more. For a second, my mind went blank. I couldn't believe that my husband, who had always valued me so much, had a lover. Just then he came out of the shower, and I had packed my things and slammed the door.
By Hanla.qiaozhi2 years ago in Fiction
Love in a stamp
I always thought that the wall of memory would fall off the most heavy part of the layer with the passage of time, and tell the past like water with mottled, reflecting some no longer clear shadow. When I sat in the wall of memory, opened the album only to find that the feeling, like a stamp, has been collected in the depths of the heart, never fade.
By Hanla.qiaozhi2 years ago in Fiction
Where do you dream of crimson snow
August 1924 already had the flavor of autumn. Crape myrtles blossom like clouds in the cloisters of the China Girls' School in Shanghai. It was class time, not many pedestrians, cloister, a young man, in a hurry, a gust of wind, crape myrtle flowers like rain falling, his hair, shoulders, skirt, decorated with pink raindrops. Crape myrtle is his favorite flower. He slowed down, reached out his hand and gently placed an idle branch back on the shelf. He took a deep breath, as if smelling the flowers, and only he knew that his heart was beating furiously. Near the village feeling timid, will see the lover of 8 years, his excitement is difficult to suppress, in the face of this piece of cloud, for a time in the heart of poetic luxuriation, looking at the flower branches outside the gem-like carving of the far day, a deep feeling sigh: "Mo Jun!" The woman passed by, heard this call, walked back a few steps, hesitantly asked: "Yuan Chong, is it you?"
By Hanla.qiaozhi2 years ago in Fiction
Waiting at the wooden window
The city is called "THE city of 100 Lakes", the city is in the lake, the people are in the painting, and the shop is located in the corner of the downtown by the lake, named "The wind from the lake". "Lake to wind" is a few words in calligraphy, very artistic taste, at first glance, thought it was a store operating antique calligraphy and painting, a close look at the shop card under the two models wearing fashion women, it turned out to be a clothing store. The store is noisy with people coming and going, and the music store next door is full of pop songs. And the back of the shop is a clear lake, through the small wooden window, you can see a couple of boats, calm, can also see the bottom of the group playing happily fish. Xiao Ning was sitting in front of the desk in front of the window, drawing sketches of clothes in freehand brushwork. The big scissors were walking in the colorful cloth patterns, and the small needles were closely sewn out all kinds of fashionable clothes.
By Hanla.qiaozhi2 years ago in Fiction
Intrigue and Love
She was bejewelled, dressed in famous brands, and spoke and behaved like an aristocrat. She makes me look like a humble cook. Think that year, versatile we collectively called "campus lark", and now, she this lark out of a phoenix, and I fade into a hen.
By Hanla.qiaozhi2 years ago in Fiction
Love under the hibiscus tree
Hibiscus growth is just right, branches and leaves in the clear sky staggered stack, I was walking on campus with a red hibiscus. Then a long shadow came over me. I looked at the boy in front of me in confusion, tall, bright eyes, malicious smile.
By Hanla.qiaozhi2 years ago in Fiction
A love affair between Zhang Xueliang and Mussolini's daughter
In 1931, Zhang Xueliang, then deputy commander-in-chief of the army, Navy and Air Force in the National government, met 20-year-old IDA Mussolini at a routine diplomatic meeting. IDA was the eldest daughter of Italian dictator Benito Mussolini and her husband was Italian Ambassador to China Giorgio Ciano. Immersed in her new marriage, IDA came to China to be by her husband's side, but to her despair, soon after arriving, he found a new love. IDA was disconsolate when she found herself pregnant. Even so, she forced a smile to attend diplomatic banquets. It was in this case that she met the personable Zhang Xueliang.
By Hanla.qiaozhi2 years ago in Fiction
I am a fish and you are my only water
One day in March 2005, I stepped on the train southbound from Harbin to Qingdao, heading for the dream of "facing the sea, with spring blossoms". Can let a broadcasting major graduate college students, in the local television station is everyone attention out of the camera reporter, parents are senior intellectuals girl so boldly go to a foreign land alone, in addition to love, there is no other more appropriate reason.
By Hanla.qiaozhi2 years ago in Fiction
Our love is like fingerprints never change
She was born into a noble family. At eighteen, she was as delicate as a rose and as charming as a butterfly. Surrounded by a large family of children, fascinated by her every twinkle and smile, she had only to reach out and take one of them, and her life was a tight grip on riches and glory. Just, the girl's heart is hidden in the mind, if there is no love moist, then a good time also only left a lament. Unfortunately, none of the young men around her could settle in her heart.
By Hanla.qiaozhi2 years ago in Fiction