------------------We always meet because we don't know each other------------------
"Fireworks descend on Yangzhou in March."
Qiao Yiyi read this poem in the script, turned to March and shouted to March in the kitchen: "Come and see, come and see." March wiped her hands and came out, walked over and tucked Qiao Yiyi's broken hair behind her ears. Qiao Yiyi pointed to the poem, opened her eyes and said to March: "Is this how your name comes from?"
March smiled helplessly: "Of course not. I was born in March, and my parents were too lazy to think of a name." Qiao Yiyi was a little disappointed, but in a flash she raised a bright smile, full of domineering: "I said yes."
------------------The spring breeze comes again several times------------------
When I met Qiao Yiyi, she was still a graphic model, floating in the bustling city of Beijing, and could be forgotten at any time. At that time, I had not graduated in March, and I was worried about not being able to write my graduation thesis. The two people didn't expect to be together. Even if we get together later, I don't think it will last forever. At that time, March had no idea that she would settle in a foreign country. Qiu Yiyi probably didn't expect that she would marry a business woman. At that time, I always thought that the future was a scary thing and contained a bewildering threat.
It's just that the future will come.