——"My name is Qin Shaoya, what's your name?"
——"Su Yuxuan."
——"Why is there no expression on your face..."
——"..."
One winter night fifteen years ago, he met him, and felt that his eyes were a little too bright and burning, which made his heart beat faster.
Time flies, but it's just a snap of the fingers.
Times have changed, and things cannot disappear with the snap of a finger.
Fifteen years later, he pinched the old wounds on his shoulders and asked for an umbrella. "I heard that there is a lot of mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, so I will need it in the future."
——"I heard that there is good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and life is relatively stable. I plan to plant a pond of good lotuses. In the summer, I can enjoy the lotus by the lake, and in the winter, I can warm the wine by the pond. I wonder, would you like to have a few drinks with me?"
——"Okay, we'll leave when you come back."
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