When he was sixteen years old, his grandmother left and his father was imprisoned. Xu Sheng was taken to the Jiang family in Beijing by his mother.
Her stepfather treated her very well and arranged everything carefully. At the age of eighteen, she was admitted to Nancheng University to study fashion design, and her stepfather let her live in an old villa in Nancheng very close to the school.
That was the first time she met Lu Tinglan.
On the balcony late at night, the man in a white shirt and black trousers bent over and stroked the hibiscus plant she had just saved. Across the long table, she couldn't even see his expression clearly.
Later I found out that he was his stepfather's nephew who had just returned from studying in the United States, and the villa used to be his.
The second time we met was at Grandma Jiang's birthday party.
Xu Sheng timidly shouted "Hello, brother Lu", thinking that he would be treated with the same cold shoulder as those from the Jiang family. But the man lowered his eyes and said in a low and solemn voice: "Hello. I met you briefly before and didn't have time to say hello. I'm really sorry."
That day, someone arranged for her and her mother outside the box. Xu Sheng clenched her hands and was about to push the door open when she heard a gentle and unwelcome voice inside——
"Master Wen really knows other people's family affairs very well."
Lu Tinglan put down the tea cup and stabbed the other person's most painful spot without any hesitation. Xu Sheng froze on the spot, feeling something new in his heart.
For two years, she hid her thoughts, until she heard that he was going abroad to stay permanently and might never come back.
On the snowy night of New Year's Eve, she finally mustered up the courage: "You owe me a wish. Next time we meet, please accompany me to Qingming Temple in Beicheng to watch the snow."
He was silent for a moment and said in a very soft voice: "Shengsheng, Beicheng is too cold and too far away."
That's a polite rejection.
Three years later, at the family dinner, she came late and greeted her elders with a crooked look, already looking like a beautiful and clear adult. Lu Tinglan stared at that figure, feeling as if a butterfly was fluttering and scratching in his heart.
She just turned around, her eyes dodge, and then quickly moved away.
The worries back then made him push her away with his own hands. Now that he misses her a thousand times, does he still have a chance to regain his past?
Intention: No longer try to be strong, learn to rely on