Cold-faced boxing champion × Jing Jingxueba
(Seven years of undercurrent × two-way obsession)
On a rainy night, Cheng Yin never expected to meet Lin Tian again. Seven years have made him mature and sharp, but his voice still carries the laziness and unruliness of his youth:
"You know it's me and you still don't get in the car? Are you waiting to be soaked in water?"
The warm wind in the car blew through her soaked clothes, and she clenched her sleeves to hide her throbbing.
The unruly young man who never forgot to pick up books for her when she was forced to stand, now calmly handed over the towel, made her feel dazed.
"Didn't you say you wanted to treat me to dinner? If you didn't add your contact information, how would I know when you were free?" When he chuckled, the curve of his eyes was still the same as before, as if he was still the little bully from No. 7 Middle School blocking the corner of the corridor and teasing her with her curly hair.
In the WeChat circle of friends that has not changed in seven years, there are actually hidden photos of her walking by with her head down when she was in high school.
Cheng Yin's heart seemed to skip a beat.
Everyone said that Lin Tian was unruly and unruly, but he only pursued the quiet and distant Cheng Yin.
Until that bloody dusk on the basketball stand, she saw his fragile profile as he wiped the wound alone, and finally reached out and handed out the ointment:
"Otherwise, let's try to be together."
Parallel lines intersect at this point, and rumors of bad boys and good girls fill the campus.
But he studied hard for her, and she bravely ran for him, until a deliberate plot cut off the young love, and her tearful farewell kiss remained warm for seven years.
When we met again, she was already a calm lawyer, but she was still a gentle woman who would apologize for getting his car seat wet.
Step by step, she walked out of the old door, as if she had walked through the yellowed past. But no matter how far you step, how can you cross that wall standing in your heart? Looking up at him, his appearance changed and his voice became deeper, but the thing in his eyes that made her heart tense was still the same as before.
"It's been seven years, and I still want to chase you." He held her trembling hand, and the street lights blended the two figures into an overlapping of youth and present:
"Unfortunateness is defined by you, but my luck is always only you."
Destiny disappears and arises again, it's God's intention, and it's also because I love you deeply enough.
Lin Tian&Cheng Yin
Intention: You are blooming like a brocade, but I, the begonia, remain the same.
