[County literature, sour secret love, reunion after long absence]
Chen Zhiyu saw two kinds of eyes on Song Ye.
At the age of seventeen, he leaned against the door frame of the classroom, his peach blossom eyes half-closed, and said lazily: "Chen Zhiyu, your eyebrows are drawn crookedly."
It was the young man approaching casually.
At the age of twenty-seven, he stood on the Hekou Bridge, his coat rustling in the wind, and he looked at her with red eyes.
It was a surge that adults had hidden for nine years.
From No. 187 Jianshe Road to the provincial capital, and from the provincial capital to the south.
He walked a long way, suffered a lot, crawled out of the mud, and finally qualified to stand in front of her.
"You said back then that someone would watch my process."
"Is that person you?"
She waited for nine years and finally heard this sentence.
Transfer Student × Small Town Boy
