Jiang Zhidong broke into Song Shi's world arrogantly on a dull summer day, and then left for Paris gracefully on a winter day, neatly and without nostalgia.
Seven years later, the airport lobby. The moment they passed each other, Jiang Zhidong was attracted by Song Shi's beauty again.
I thought this man would only remain in my memories, but I didn't expect that he would move into the small bungalow next to her hometown that had been vacant for seven years, and become the employer's father with the power of life and death over her.
Jiang Zhidong thought Song Shi would retaliate or pretend to be unfamiliar. Unexpectedly, he listed a series of project requirements in a formal manner, promised to only contribute funds and not interfere, and then - handed over the WeChat QR code.
Who doesn't want a boss who has a lot of money but little to do? Jiang Zhidong was happy, scanned the code decisively, and readily agreed.
One day, Jiang Zhidong borrowed Song Shi's computer to transfer the planning document and saw his back on the screen at the foot of the Chamonix Snow Mountain a few years ago.
And a WeChat web version that has not been logged out - the account that always likes updates instantly, sends blessings during holidays, and has a kitten avatar, she thought it was the account of a school girl.
Jiang Zhidong: "...?"
There is no autumn in Hangzhou, only long hot summers and seamlessly cold winters. Just like in Song Shi's world, Jiang Zhidong never really left.
[Small Theater] Later Jiang Zhidong tried to reason: "Song Shi, you also lied to me. We lied to each other." Song Shi lowered his head and put his fingertips on her lips: "Okay. You can also continue to lie to me. I am willing to be lied to by you. But just lie to me, okay?"
Intention: True love means that I am willing to tolerate all your choices.