After the flower of the high mountains fell from the altar
>On campus, he is Jiang Yu, the flower on the high mountain, and I am Lin Wanwan in the corner.
>He always writes architectural sketches in the third row of the library by the window. I secretly drew 365 profiles of his face.
>On the night of graduation, he kissed me drunkenly: "Wanwan, my future is all about you."
>When we met again seven years later, he was already a new real estate rich man with a wedding ring on his ring finger.
>When I turned around with my daughter in hand, I heard his assistant exclaim: "Mr. Jiang, this child's eyes... Are exactly the same as the self-portrait on your drawing!"
