Skin to Skin

The unyielding wild girl ✖️Despicable and sinister, she went to daddy in her old age Copywriting: The first time I rejected Deng Yibai was at the ferry terminal. At that time, when Xu Lihua first came to Hong Kong, he only had 20 yuan in his pocket. "Send money, give clothes, give food, no matter what you give me, I will not accept it." The polyester cheongsam she wore was gray from the rain, and the hemp rope tied to the quilt at her feet completely collapsed due to the heavy load, and she looked as embarrassed as if she was paralyzed. The two small pear vortices were hidden, never willing to take the lace umbrella handed to them by the person in front of them. Through the layers of rain, she looked into the car in the distance. She saw the man who always pretended to be a charity to give her things. The man rolled down the window, slowly wiped the rain off his suit, and looked up at her. The second time he rejected Deng Yibai was at his dinner table. Xu Lihua is desperate, and even her boyfriend's life or death is unknown. "You want girlfriends, there are them all over the street, why do you use such despicable methods? A gentleman who claims to be civilized is so shameful." Deng Yibai pinched the sapphire ring on her finger and clasped it on the debt book with her name on it, smiling warmly: "I think there should be no difference in the meaning of the word "buy" between the Mainland and Hong Kong Island. The mentality of wanting to own something if you like it is natural to me." He patiently dismantled the spiny hairtail fish on the plate. He picked out a whole piece of fish meat and handed it to Xu Lihua's mouth, saying calmly and neatly: "Miss Tachibana, your name suits you very well." —— Deng Yibai couldn't count how many rains he had watched alone. On the day his father died, all his brothers and sisters were imprisoned. He was sitting in the car, with heavy rain pouring outside the window. He connected the exhaust pipe into the car, and his consciousness gradually blurred. He suddenly took a distant look at the Victoria Harbor where the steamboats roared. The girl was holding a pile of rough drawing paper, and the rainwater mixed with cheap oil paints, soaking her entire floral skirt. She smiled, dipped her paintbrush in it, and ran into the awning. Life is still very long, Deng Yibai thought, he will probably spend his whole life appreciating this rain. [Pre-meal guide: We are unique to each other, ten years apart in age, Hong Kong style in the 1980s, imaginary, but basically refer to Hong Kong in the 80s and 90s. The level of newcomers is limited. If there is any logical inconsistency, please kindly ask kind diners to point it out] Purpose: cherish the present moment