Eighteen-year-old Liang Jingyan looked at fifteen-year-old Tang Yiyi and was thinking: "The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together in a long distance, the two children have no doubts." The corners of his mouth rose slightly. "Brother Jing, why are you laughing? What does this sentence mean?" Tang Yiyi pointed to the poem he just read. "That's the story of me and you." "Ah?" Realizing what she had just said, Liang Jingyan quickly changed her words, "This is a line from 'Changgan Xing'. It is about a business woman looking back on the process of falling in love with her husband, the love of childhood sweethearts. Every word in the poem shows the business woman's loyalty to love..." "Oh, that's the story of me and you." Tang Yiyi tilted her head and smiled.
