Long Night Wonton

At the age of seventeen, Li Yudong wrote in Zhang Yiran's textbook: I will build you an observatory in the future. At the age of twenty-six, Zhang Yiran returned the words to him intact and asked with a smile, Mr. Li, how many people have you said this to? There is a tacit saying in Beijing: The prince of the Li family is a cold moon that no one can warm up to. Flowers from the high mountains, whoever picks them will prick their hands. Only Zhang Yiran knew that in the summer when he was seventeen, someone blocked him in an empty classroom. His eyes were as red as if they were bleeding, but his voice was as soft as a piece of wonton skin - Can you just look at me? "The flowers on the high mountains are fake, but the long sleepless nights are real." "Don't pick Leng Yue, he only cares about one person anyway."