Meet the Snowy Night Again

Recently, the place where the owner of the melon is located is suspected to have been washed away by the Dragon King Temple, and heavy rainstorms have occurred frequently~ The owner of the melon is working everywhere to provide disaster relief... ~~~~~Bring you the next book "Try Running Again"~~~~~~~ Everyone in Sioux City said that the prince of the Liang family was cold and callous, and that he was desperate for his life when he went crazy. The first time Ji Huiran met him was backstage at the Kun Opera Troupe. He leaned against the door frame, his eyes like looking at a bird caught in a net, interesting and chilling at the same time. She avoided him three more times and was blocked by him three more times. For the last time, he put out his cigarette on her window sill and smiled. "Miss Ji, why are you hiding from me?" - Later, people in Suzhou said that Ji Huiran had a good life and climbed to a high branch. Until late that night, when she went to return the key to his apartment, the door was ajar and voices came from inside. He asked: "When will you go back? Are you really tempted?" "What's the rush?" Liang Yuhuai laughed and said casually: "She likes to sing, so I will accompany her and we will talk about it later." The encounter with him began on that snowy night, It was the girl who had thoughts that she shouldn't have. After her grandmother passed away, Ji Huiran finished handling all matters in Su City. She only sent a WeChat message: "Let's stop here." Then I turned off my phone, packed my luggage, and bought a ticket to Nancheng. She thought, the play was over and it was time to end. Later, Liang Yuhuai smashed open her empty rental house. I stood in front of the wall covered with theater posters for three days and three nights without coming out. After that, people all over Sioux City spread the news that the young master of the Liang family had lost half his life because of an actor. - A few months later, Liang Yuhuai blocked people backstage at a small theater in Nancheng. Ji Huiran was taking off his makeup, and his figure was reflected in the mirror, leaning against the door frame, just like when they first met many years ago. Only this time, he didn't smile. "Ji Huiran." He called her by her full name, and his voice was hoarse: "If we meet that Xueye again, I have no intention of breaking up." Ji Huiran's hand holding the makeup remover paused for a moment and said to him in the mirror. "Mr. Liang, the show has ended and you still chase me backstage. This is against the rules." Liang Yuhuai smiled instead of angry, and the footsteps approached slowly and stopped behind her. Before she could react, a hand reached out from behind, clasped her waist, and pulled her into his arms. Ji Huiran met his eyes that were so dark that they could drip with ink. He lowered his head, rubbed the corners of her lips with his cool fingertips, and suddenly laughed, "What a pity, dear, I never understand what rules are." 1V1sc ~~~~~~~~~~Separating line~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fang Congzhen met Jiang Youjun at a charity dinner. She knew that he was her only bargaining chip to take home the inheritance. Jiang Youjun, the only son of the Jiang family, suffered from an old injury to his right leg and lived in seclusion. When people talk about him in the circle, their tone is always one part pity and one part neglect. Later, she took the initiative to knock on the door of his apartment, delivered meals, applied hot compresses, and accompanied him in his recovery. Jiang Youjun doesn't like to talk, she just makes her gentle. That night, Jiang Youjun had a low fever. He woke up in the early morning and saw her sleeping on the edge of the bed, her fingers still clenching his quilt. He asked, "Fang Congzhen, what do you want?" She changed her posture and only said softly: "I want you to live well." * Half a year later, Fang Congzhen took home the property. But when Jiang Youjun was undergoing surgery, she changed her mobile phone number and bought the earliest flight ticket. He didn't even look back at the apartment as he left. She didn't know that Jiang Youjun didn't enter the operating room that day. I just sat in the living room and waited all afternoon. There is a ring on the coffee table. * I met Jiang Youjun again when Fang Congzhen was invited back to Huaijing to attend a wine tasting dinner. Before the dinner started, the person in charge of the organizer hurried over and told her that there was a mysterious investor who wanted to see her by name. Fang Congzhen pushed open the door of the lounge. Jiang Youjun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his right foot firmly planted, and there was no trace of any old injury. He turned around and walked towards her, pushed her against the wall, and put his hands on her ears. "Fang Congzhen, why do you come back?" Fang Congzhen was silent for a few seconds, then she asked softly: "Then do you still like me now?" "I like you. I like you so much that I hate you." He raised his hand and wiped away her tears, his voice trembling: "You try running again." 1V1 Intention: Carpe diem, live in the moment