Singer x painter
[Take two steps forward, the passing wind is coming.
1
Cen Shuanyi looked at the man sitting in the corner of the attic playing the guitar with his head down, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
She had no interest in Zhuang Yu at first, unless he was a "short-term" tenant in her home.
Until one night, he injured his hand and developed a high fever. Adhering to the intention of caring for patients, she applied ointment to Zhuang Yu's injured hand.
But when he heard Zhuang Yu's nonsense, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and what he said was the same. He asked himself: "Can I give you a hug?"
Cen Shuanyi knew that he was confused.
But that night Zhuang Yu was unusually sober.
2
When Zhuang Yu saw Cen Shuanyi's smile that day, he thought to himself: It's over.
Under the bonfire, when she lit a cigarette, Zhuang Yu felt more certain.
He pulled Cen Shuanyi closer, his eyes were intense, and he stretched out his hand.
"Teacher Cen, this dance is really difficult to dance. Please teach me."
"Teacher Cen, I am quite stupid."
3
"Cen Shuanyi."
He let out a puff of white air and said, "I'm quite stupid."
If I had to choose again, I would still stay. Because it's you who are here.
"Let's have one more dance."
"Waltz."
Intent: The road to the rise of a small town
