Curtain of the soul

"Some of the subtle movements and expressions of the face can show the other person's thoughts and thoughts, so when you deal with people, don't forget to pay attention to their eyebrows and eyes!" Claessen said.

All said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, he can be deep, charming, unique, but I don't know, this window has a curtain, that is the eyebrow. It is him, let me know that the eyebrows can also have the charm of the eyes.

Like Zeng Xiaoxian, God seems to make up for the small loss of their eyes, thus giving him a spiritual "curtain".

It seems to be two naughty little bugs, and they refuse to stop their wriggles for a moment. His two eyebrows are rarely at the same height, and they sag and fall, suddenly rise and suddenly wrinkle. When he was troubled, he was not frowning, but just pushed his brow in the middle. The shallow looming gully seemed to contain thoughts that were curious but not daring to figure out.

What kind of person, what kind of eyebrows you have.

His temper, like the dewdrop between the powder boxes, is dry and fresh, yet smart.

His eyebrows are also filled with the glory of Shengyang.

Seeing him from time to time, picking up his right eyebrow, conveying disdain for difficulties and confidence in everything. The private insurmountable height between the two eyebrows is quite high.

See him from time to time, both eyebrows pressed down, ignoring everything, rumors about him. Like the curtain sliding down, cover your heart. The contemptuous eyes, such as the needles in the cotton, have a little arrogance that cannot be ignored.

At different times, his thought-browed eyebrows can always convey unspeakable thoughts.

I never doubted his heart. His brows are like the wings of wild ducks in the lake, embracing the world and looking forward to the future.

I also never deny that he is a principled person. Look at his two swordless shapes, and the eyebrows of the god of swords, like to protect dignity and defend the soul, are placed there.

From afar, the light refracted by his lens, inadvertently in the eyebrows, flashed a shrewd and deep light.

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