Two strong people doting on each other
In the museum, she held a wooden ruler to hold down his hand that was reaching for the ancient painting: "Hand, take it back."
He didn't know at that moment - what was being stopped was not only his recklessness, but also his uncontrollable heartbeat for the first time in thirty years.
She is 22 years old, majoring in cultural relic restoration, and only has eyes for ancient paintings.
He is 30 years old, a great master in the construction industry, ascetic and cold, and has never been close to women.
A week later, he stood on the podium of her school. His eyes passed through the crowd and landed on her in the corner: "Classmate Shen, we meet again."
She thought he was just acting on a whim.
But he would send a message late at night: "It's one o'clock, it's time for the kids to go to bed."
When rumors were spread about her, she would ask softly: "Do you want me to make it public, or do you want to go through legal procedures? You decide."
After she casually said she wanted to eat roasted chestnuts with sugar, she would go around half the city to buy them.
That evening when Jiang Feng was intoxicated, his fingertips rested on her cheek:
"Shen Zhiwei, can I chase you?"
She asked: "Do you understand me? Maybe it's just the novelty."
He smiled: "I am 30 years old, and I can distinguish what is impulse and what is heartbeat."
Later everyone knew that the great architect who never let anyone into the studio had reserved the brightest position for her.
But no one knew - the day they first met, when she stopped his hand with a wooden ruler, the tip of her heart was lightly scratched.
It's just that she hid it so well that she didn't even notice it herself.
From beginning to end, there is no misunderstanding, only preference
