Chapter 400: A fresh start!

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Three minutes later.
The huge venue finally returned to tranquility.
In the center of the venue stood a man and a woman, no one else.
The front of Jiang Beiyuan was soaked.
He let go of her slightly, trying to lift her small face to see, but the latter clung to his clothes.
"You, you make me cry for a while, I have to slow down..."
"..."
Then go slowly.
He finally smiled, breathed a sigh of relief, and touched the soft back of her head with his generous palm.
Time passed, unknowingly he and her had been married for more than half a year, and many things happened during that period, but he vaguely remembered the scene of the first meeting after a farewell reunion.
It was 521 that day.
The story of him and her ten years ago began in 521.
He specially chose to have a blind date with her on such a day.
On that day, he pushed out all the operations, locked the white coat in the cupboard, put on a suit, and styled his hair. The sides were short shoveled, and the bottom was thinned. The bangs on his forehead were pinned by him. On both sides, the twenty-eight-year-old man is very young and upright.
The place he had agreed with her was a coffee shop. On the way there, he felt palpitations, thoughts and mixed feelings.
When he arrived at the destination, he was fifteen minutes early, thinking that she hadn't arrived, but he didn't want to like her who was late. It was a rare early morning.
That day, she was wearing a white dress with hair scattered on her shoulders, with a light makeup, a fair face, curved eyebrows, facing the fine sunlight, and she could see the fine fluff on her face, which was very cute.
Nothing has changed.
He refers to her.
He stood behind her for a long time. He had never been so nervous before. The tie in front of him was crumpled and lost shape. She seemed to notice something when she was thinking about whether to go back and change one. , Look over to him.
Can't hide it.
He calmed his mind secretly and walked in her direction with a calm and cold posture.
"Mr. Jiang Beiyuan, right?"
She stood up, and took the initiative to reach out to him to shake hands with him, her white and tender palms spread out in front of him, with idiots and admiration in her eyes, except for the joy of reuniting her deceased.
"Hello, my name is Yannian, Yan is the language of words, and Nian is the unforgettable thought!"
Never forget.
The corners of his mouth moved, and the bitterness in the depths of his smile disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Ten years.
The girl he missed, standing in front of him, still clear and bright, but had forgotten him.
"Hello, I am Jiang Beiyuan."
He narrowed his mind and shook hands with her with a new identity.
The dry palm meets hers.
That was a brand new beginning that belonged to Yannian and Jiang Beiyuan.
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Yannian finally raised his head in his arms, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes twice.
Jiang Beiyuan reluctantly pulled her hand down, and said helplessly, "I didn't tell you not to rub your eyes with your hands, it's not clean."
"Sorry……"
Yannian sucked his nose hard, her moist pupils were like two springs of tea.
Jiang Beiyuan looked down at her, "I'm sorry for what?"
"..."
She didn't answer his question right away, but took the hand he was holding her and opened his palm to look at it.
Clean palm lines, no extra lines.
The lifeline is very long, and there is a fork in the career line.
The line of love is singly long to the end, without any barriers or branches.
Yannian looked at his palm quietly and grinned.
"My dad used to teach me palmistry. I didn't believe it. After meeting you, I believed it."