He is cold, charming, talented, and arrogant. In modern terms, he is a middle school student, and he is also a middle school student with capital. Such Han Leng has encountered such uncertain, loveless, and deep-seated connotations.
Jiangnan in February. First meeting. □□Han said, "My mother told me before she was alive that she wanted me to be a person like bamboo."
Han Leng nodded silently. But how did he know at that time that this bamboo was not that bamboo?
Young years are delicate and sad. But it all turned into a glimpse from the corner of the eye.
Many years later, the glory faded and the youth passed away, leaving only a lonely shadow.
The years are silent and the fleeting years are tasteless.
But who can be sure that the passage of time is really silent and without any trace?
That glimpse of Jiangnan in February is the whole century. That glance was his life and his whole life.
In the end, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.