Looking for classic quotations from Ashley's past lives.

Suddenly, a feeling of deja vu enveloped the whole garden, and the smell of sea water floated with the wind. "Xiao Ye ..." I think I heard someone calling my name. The whistling wind blew in the ear, and the surrounding scenery was blurred for an instant and became a blur. Only the voice slipped into my ears like silk and penetrated into my heart, with a slight sour but warm pain. Standing in a familiar place, smelling the delicious food in the air, the petals around me whirled like drunken butterflies, gracefully brushed my skirt and slowly fell. I looked up at the man who dazzled me. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his half-closed silver-purple pupil eyes exuded charming brilliance. "You are a god now." I smiled casually. His mouth twitched: "I know, you gave me divine power and saved my life." Xiao Ye, I also know how you treat me ... ""Don't get me wrong, I'm just talking about humanitarianism, and-"I gave him a provocative look." Do you feel uncomfortable now? I should be angry that you lied to me, but I didn't expect to repay good for evil. Are you surprised? " He smiled gently: "I am not a grateful person. How do you know that I think so? "? What if what I think is-this girl is stupid enough to know that I lied to her and gave me all her abilities. Looks like she must love me very much. ""bah! " I'm annoyed. "If it weren't for the person I care about, I wouldn't thank her no matter how good she is to me. On the contrary, if it is someone I care about, I will repay her at any cost. " His voice is like the smoke rising from a cup of good tea with moderate shade, which is leisurely and pleasant, fragrant and moist, and makes people unconsciously raise their corners slightly. "Oh, how are you going to repay it?" "I haven't decided yet." I looked at him and thought he would say something about suicide, huh? What am I thinking ... "You are a god now. You have everything you want. There are many ways to repay me. " "God also has many things that he can't get." "oh? So if you can make a wish, what would you want as a god? " "After so many years, I just hope that the most important person can stay with me." His beautiful white fingers like moonstone swept across my face, and when he lowered his head, his long silver-purple hair hung down and slipped through my nose. "Saya, can you give me another chance to start over?" My heart is rippling, and the feeling of soul rippling seems to come from the horizon, within reach. Everything before seems to be engraved in my memory, and no matter how big the storm is, it can't fade away, just like the distant star on the horizon, just like the endless grass under my feet. When everything is erased, only the word "like" remains. After several twists and turns, I can always jump into my mind. "Who are you?" I suddenly asked. "What?" Looking for a wink: "Isn't everything a new beginning?" At first, he was stunned, and the smile on his lips quickly spread, like a swaying lily of the valley in spring, gently shaking into his eyes: "I, Ashley, now my name is Roland Garro. Although old, but mature and reliable. The appearance is passable. My current occupation is marine industry. Although it is not a prominent job, it is definitely no problem to support the family. " I smiled and gave him a blank look: "I, Ye Wan. Eighteen years this year, your age is too different from yours, which will make you feel guilty. At present, your occupation is unemployment, you don't have much housework at all, and your temper is better than that of the queen. You have to retreat and prepare early. " He finally smiled: "It seems that it's just me ..." "Besides, I'll die of old age, you think it over." "Poseidon is dying, isn't it? We are a match made in heaven! " I snorted disapprovingly, raised my head gently, and reflected the figure of mom and dad embracing each other from the window of the castle. A warm current circulates slowly in my body, and my heart is full of unspeakable tenderness. It seems that Willetti Butler Ye Zhi's poem was changed into a song. Melodious songs float in the air with the night wind, sometimes high and sometimes tactfully, lingering like silk, like a gentle and affectionate but fine and flexible net, silently and invisibly trapping everything between heaven and earth. If you listen carefully, you can still vaguely distinguish those lyrics: When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness in your eyes and their heavy shadows in the past. How many people loved you when you were young and happy? Only one person loves your soul. ...