An Ling is an ordinary boy, not very handsome, but very fair, and his thin figure gives people a feeling of weakness. It can be said that his appearance is not as masculine as a boy should be, and the corners of his eyes are downward. Such eyes always make people feel like they are in deep sorrow, and they feel pity for him inexplicably. An Ling's mouth has beautiful lines, and the lips are light and pink. His eyebrows are covered by thick bangs, and his hair is light-colored. He is wearing a light blue V-neck shirt that shows off his fair skin and beautiful collarbones. His white casual trousers hide his straight and slender legs. This color is just like his character, pure and melancholy.
He picked up the shower head and walked to the balcony to slowly water the petals and leaves of the flowers, and finally seeped them into the soil. He liked this, simple and quiet life.
Lu Jiannan carried his backpack to the college. He accidentally looked up in boredom and saw a man watering the flowers. The clean and melancholy temperament attracted him. He involuntarily stopped and stared blankly at the people upstairs.
An Ling finished watering the flowers and looked around as usual. He happened to see Lu Jiannan downstairs. He wore black glasses and short black hair. His bangs were slightly slanted. He had a slim face and wheat-colored skin. He had a pair of black eyes that seemed to be able to absorb everything. Pupils, straight nose bridge, masculine sexy lip shape, wide shoulders and narrow waist, straight legs, a white vest, plaid shirt, simple jeans, white sneakers, and a black backpack, which he was lazily carrying. At this moment, he was looking at him with a dull expression.
Although An Ling didn't like to laugh, he couldn't help but feel happy when he saw the boy's expression.
Lu Jiannan was brought back to reality by the boy's laughter, his heartbeat seemed to skip a beat, and he walked away pretending to be nonchalant.
An Ling didn't think much. He returned to the house with the shower head, sat on the sofa, and picked up a book to read. The book was called "Fish and Net".
Who would have thought that the first meeting between the two would determine their future entanglements.