Just as Lu Moyin turned up the air conditioning twice, the door of the consulting room was pushed open.
Wearing a suit and leather shoes, there is a tear mole under the corner of his left eye - Xiao Lan.
It was her first love of three years in college.
She still remembered what happened back then, and she had hidden this resentment for four years.
Xiao Lan leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and crossed his hands on his legs: "Dr. Lu, I'm consulting on emotional issues."
She smiled appropriately: "This is a psychological consultation room, not an emotional mediation room."
"Only you can cure it." He suddenly approached, "I want to chase you."
After four years, he once again burst in unexpectedly like a heavy rain.
She didn't know if this was good or bad.
All she knew was that the way he looked at her was exactly the same as before - including the tear mark.
Reunion/Urban/Wife Chasing Crematorium/HE
Copywriting 1 [University]
Xiao Lan was writing his final paper, typing the keyboard with his fingers quickly. Lu Moyin was lying on the table next to him, playing with his mobile phone. As he looked at it, his eyes were glued to the side of his face - from his slightly drooped eyelashes to the small tear mole under the corner of his left eye.
Somehow, she got closer.
"Xiao Lan."
"Huh?"
"There is light in your eyes."
He paused with his fingers and didn't raise his head, just thinking she was making trouble: "Is the sunset shining in?"
"No." Her voice became softer, with a hint of seriousness that she didn't even realize was there. "It's this mole. It looks like someone dropped a drop of ink at the end of your eye. It's so beautiful... Why does it grow here?"
Xiao Lan finally turned around.
The distance was so close that she could count his eyelashes clearly, and the tear stain became clearer in the sunset.
"Lu Moyin," he said suddenly, his dark eyes reflecting the light like broken gold outside the window, "Do you know what it means to stare at someone for more than ten seconds?"
Her heart skipped a beat and she said harshly: "Does it mean my vision is 5.2?"
He put down his pen, his eyes slightly curved, and the mole moved: "It means you want to kiss him."
The air suddenly became very light.
Lu Moyin's mind started to heat up, and she leaned over and gently touched his tear mole with her lips. Warm and ready to touch.
Just as she was about to shrink back and pretend nothing had happened, a warm hand grasped the back of her head.
"Why are you running?" Xiao Lan's voice was low, with a smile that was a little triumphant, "I kissed you crookedly."
"Where is it crooked?"
He pointed to the clean end of his eye on the other side: "Not here. It's asymmetrical."
"Are you naive..."
The second half of the sentence was swallowed up in a kiss. The lips touch lightly, very lightly, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
The kiss ended, their foreheads touched, and the mole at the end of the eye was very close: "Now it's symmetrical."
Copywriting 2 [Clinic Room]
After the consultation, Lu Moyin saw off the guest: "Mr. Xiao, you don't have to come next week. I can't cure your disease here."
Xiao Lan stopped at the door and did not look back: "Doctor Lu, you can treat me well."
"I can't treat people who don't want to be treated."
He suddenly turned around, stepped over and forced her to the door: "Then do you want to be cured?"
She tilted her head and dug her nails into her palms: "I don't want to."
"You lied." He lowered his voice, "The way you looked at me just now is exactly the same as before."
[Quotes/Reading Guide]
She could cure everyone's heart problems, but she couldn't cure her own love for him.
Patient Xiao Lan, symptoms: lovesickness, loss of Lu Moyin. Treatment: Get her back.
Some reunions are not accidental; they happen when someone crosses mountains and seas to make a late appointment and apologize.
Intention: All reunions after a long absence are a long-planned return.
