It's Not Snowing in London

When she was eighteen years old, Jin Shiyue met Liang Zhiyun for the first time in Mayfair. The lights are dim and the drunkenness is floating around. The tall and noble man was sitting high up, with a calm expression and graceful demeanor, like a piece of snow separated by fog, and even his gaze seemed unattainable. At that time, he was the youngest tenured professor at Imperial College and the default successor of the Liang family in Hong Kong. And when she first arrived in London, she was young, quiet, and should not have interacted with him. When someone asked later, Jin Shiyue always replied: "Not very familiar." No one knew that she had been in his car just hours earlier. The night rain has not stopped, the car windows are fogged up, and the London street lights are blurred in the humidity. He gently untied her tangled hair, pressed his fingertips to the ends of her red eyes, and whispered to her: "Good boy, relax." He did not hesitate to take care of her, teach her to grow up, and give her preference. Even though her youthful thoughts were burning, he did not want her to ask for a future from him. During the graduation season, the first person to leave was Jin Shiyue. She deleted the number, returned the old card, and finally gave in. The superior's occasional bowing was just a favor, and he would never really stay for anyone. ＊ People who know Liang Zhiyun say that he has an old-school character that does not belong to this era. With a distinguished background and a beautiful resume, he became famous at a young age and will always be in the clouds. So when he resigned from his teaching position, everyone felt that it was only a matter of time. The academic community expressed regret, the family was satisfied, and the outside world praised him for getting back on track. No one has ever connected this to a young girl. Later that night it was windy and rainy, and the Observatory hoisted a No. 8 Typhoon signal. Someone saw Liang Zhiyun standing under the old building, feeling chilled all over. Her colleague told him: "Mr. Liang, Miss Jin has already left work." The man dusted off the moisture from his coat, his expression unchanged, and said softly: "It doesn't matter, I'll wait." Later, others gradually understood. He returned to Hong Kong, entered Liang's family, went to dinner and met old friends. Not for the blue sky, not for the momentum. All your good reputation can be thrown away. He is just waiting for his moon. ＊ Double clean. Private facilities like mountains Men and women major in different schools, have different professional research directions, and have no teacher-student relationship! There is no academic evaluation relationship Decline writing guidance —————— Recommend a two-volume serialized article "The Scum Game", a fierce dog training article In the group interview after the game, the top F1 ace who had just won the championship was targeted. Extremely talented, violent and unruly. The most desperate maniac on the track. A reporter was curious about his private life: "How does Yan Shen usually relieve stress during high-intensity training?" The man smiled carelessly. His gaze crossed the crowd and landed on the soft and slender figure in the corner. The voice was lazy and thought-provoking: "Go home and stay with your sister." The whole Internet praised Yan Ershao for his deep love for protecting his sister. Outside the camera, Yu Wanyi's face turned pale. When she was eight years old, she was taken into the Yan family in Beijing as the orphan of her comrade-in-arms. During the day, she is a pure white camellia raised by Yan's eldest son, docile, polite and quiet. At night, the door is ajar and the lights are dim. Yan Sui taught her to hold her down, hold her down, cover her mouth and force her to swallow back her cries. "Shh, grit your teeth if you're afraid of being heard." He bit her earlobe and smiled unstoppably, "Pay attention. Didn't you say you want to help my brother relieve his stress?" Later she left without saying goodbye. Thinking that time is enough to smooth out the whims of a madman. ＊ On New Year's Eve, it rained heavily in London. Yu Wanyi worked overtime until late at night. On the huge electronic screen opposite the empty platform was Yan Sui, who had just won the championship. The man took off his helmet, his eyes showing cold desolation. Across the screen, there are barbs. The cell phone rang suddenly. A video. The bedroom is dark, and the camera silently stares at her sleeping deeply under the quilt. The voice-over heard the faint sound of a lighter clattering. That's where she lives now. Yu Wanyi's blood suddenly ran cold. Behind him, leather shoes crushed puddles. The wide black umbrella eaves blocked the light source above her head, and the metal shell of the lighter pressed coldly against the side of her face and slowly slid down. "Yiyi slept so soundly that my brother couldn't bear to wake you up." He laughed lowly in her ear, sickly and obsessed. "The game of hide-and-seek is over." "You little liar who left without saying goodbye, now... It's punishment time." ＊ ——"Everyone praises you as a glass of light white water, Yiyi. Only I know that you brewed the wine for me alone." "I love every tear you shed for me." Purpose: love and freedom