Synopsis: A straight man who has been turned away seizes every opportunity to pursue his wife.
All eyes fell on this latecomer.
He lowered his head and kissed the boyfriend of the hostess of the party.
Shen Lin opened her mouth slightly, her voice wavering, "Wu Bai... You... Yu Chunzhi and I..."
"Isn't the game Miss Shen said she wanted to play?" Wu Bai stood up slowly, and each word fell clearly on everyone's ears.
Yu Chunzhi is a straight man. Ever since he was a child, he has never been so close to his childhood sweetheart.
He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his lower lip, his movements quick and stiff.
Only Wu Bai knew it and used it to satisfy himself.
But the other party spread gently like dandelions in the wind.
He is everywhere in the wind, in your eyes, and in your heart.
He couldn't be caught anywhere.
***
The inexplicable sourness lingering in his heart was actually the fact that Yu Chunzhi arrived at the station half an hour early.
His supposed rationality and insensitivity to emotions made him afraid to get close, but he couldn't bear it and kept watching.
Until the moment Wu Bai stepped on the bus, the unexplained feelings finally broke through and saw the light of day again.
The next second, as the car door closed, my heart sank suddenly again.
Yu Chunzhi regretted it.
***
The boy next to him raised his hand and pressed the button, and the glass window slowly lowered. The wind immediately rushed in, blowing the bangs on his forehead into a mess.
That's how he is, Yu Chunzhi thought to himself.
On both sides of the road, peach blossoms were in full bloom, blowing in the wind.
Yu Chunzhi looked at the falling petals and whispered in his heart that it was a good dream.
Wu Bai, we meet again.
***
Reality is the supplementary background, and dreams are the main plot.
In the dream, "aggression", "height", and "end" are completely opposite.
[Straight ball stick fishing type attack & knife mouth cold face receive]
Yu Chunzhi&Wu Bai
Purpose: Spring comes out of dead trees
Intention: Spring comes out of dead trees