Happy New Year

The heavy fog dissipated, and countless bloody hands and squashed sugar haws rolling on the ground appeared in the dream, which became Jiang Se's eternal regret. From then on, only black remained in her world. One day a gentle young man suddenly broke into her world and told her that she was fine. "Forgot to introduce, my name is Lu Jing'an, and what about you." The girl who was used to being indifferent was a little surprised, but she still spoke. , But the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "Jiang Se" "What?" Maybe it was because the wind was too strong, or maybe life was inherently bitter. Jiang Sehe was not bitter, but bitter and bitter. He didn't hear it. When they met again, he became her boss. She remembers him, but he doesn't remember her. On the day she met him, she happened to be caught in the hair by the disrespectful prince's collar and made a fool of herself in public. The man was a little too wild, with his eyebrows raised and his smile particularly naughty. His attitude was even more cynical. He held a cigarette in his mouth and offered her a pass with a half-smile. He looked at Lu Jing'an with narrowed eyes and provoked: "I want this girl." "Whatever. I don't know you." Jiang Se was confused, as if she was lost where she was again. She was a little disappointed, but there were people who didn't give her any grief at all. "Hey, what's your name?" Lu Zhao tilted his head absentmindedly and took another puff of cigarette. Such a nasty question. But he would never have thought that when he fell in love, he would be the only one who felt sour and humble. "Jiang Se, can you stop liking Lu Jing'an?" "I..." Still no answer Jiang Se might not like Lu Zhaoye, but as the years passed, he couldn't tell. Because every year has its present day, morning and evening.