Su Jian has a nickname, Nuo Nuo.
Soft and glutinous, as the name suggests, she looks white and soft, like a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake just out of the cage, and her voice has a sweet ending. Everyone said that the little princess of the Su family was brought up by a honey pot, but she was the only one who knew that the biggest pain in her life was all caused by one person.
Lu Yan, the CEO of the gaming club, is unruly and handsome. The girls who chase him in and out of the circle can line up from the club to the Huangpu River.
It's a pity that this man has a very good-looking face but an elm-wood head. He has been chewing the candy on his Nuonuo sister for more than ten years, but he couldn't taste the candy whether it was sweet or sour.
The two families were family friends and childhood sweethearts. She was his little tail that he had protected since childhood, and he was the back figure that she had watched her entire adolescence hiding behind the drawing board.
Su Jian thought that life would go on like this, with her painting her paintings and him playing his games. She secretly liked him and he teased her openly. One would pretend to be stupid and the other would be really stupid. They could just make do with each other for the rest of their lives.
Until something happened.
Hands for drawing, hands for playing games, when she rushed to protect him, he pushed her away and turned around to lead someone else. That day he stood in the hospital corridor, with his back to her, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Su Nuonuo, can you stop pestering me? Are you annoyed?"
Words like broken glass shattered the candy jar she had held for sixteen years one by one.
Then she left.
I went to a distant place where the war was raging, and I used my almost useless hands to draw my way of survival in the blood and fire.
After three years of absence, there was no news.
And that arrogant Lu Yan finally shouted "Nuo Nuo" with red eyes to the empty club training room on the third drunken night after she disappeared.
No one responded.
——When they met again, she was an internationally renowned battlefield painter, and he was a club owner who drank all day long and was half-dead. She thought she would never be moved by him again in this life, but he blocked her in the fire escape of the art exhibition with red eyes, and his voice was hoarse and unbelievable:
"Su Nuonuo, try running again."
He acted coquettishly, pretended to be sick... He cried and begged her to look back at him. The once high-spirited young man crushed himself into pieces and squeezed himself again, turning him into a lunatic with only "nuonuo" in his heart and eyes.
Everyone said that Su Nuonuo was a spoiled little princess.
No one knew that she later returned that love, inch by inch, to the person who taught her to be heartbroken.
——It took him three years to learn how to glue the broken sugar jar back together.
Purpose: Cherish those who love you more than yourself