The So-Called Beauty Is on the Water Side

It was pouring rain, and she held up her high heels to avoid the puddles, but was splashed all over by his speeding car. He took her into the tea room, where the friends were chatting and laughing. He liked the mellow sweetness of Dahongpao and brewed a cup of fragrant Tieguanyin for her, just like her quiet and cold temperament. Graduation was about to begin, and the long-term dispute caused the two to break up. She originally wanted to go south for an internship, but before leaving, she received an email from him, with an internship notification document from Beijing and Taiwan attached at the end. After seven days of silence, a hoarse smoky voice came from the other end of the phone: "Of course, I'm not leaving." That was the only time he bowed to love. The Guomao Elevator skyrockets upward, climbing ten meters per second, offering a panoramic view of the four scenic spots in Beijing. It looks to the west of Chang'an Street, to the north of the Bird's Nest, to the east of the CBD, and to the south of thousands of lights. My heart feels like I am stepping on the clouds, immersed in the mist of climbing higher and higher. This is the Beijing she loves. On the night of farewell, the falling snow stained the windbreaker, and the slender little man dragging his suitcase disappeared into the night on Chang'an Street. The vows he had made were disillusioned like bubbles. The so-called beauty is on the water side. Cold as moonlight, soft as spring breeze. A journey through mountains and a journey through water. They were entangled in this city and also separated in this city. ——Yi Ran Intention: Repaid love is hard to part with; cherish what you have and let go of loss.