At the age of 18, she came to City A with new hope to study and work part-time. I met him at the first restaurant where I was successfully employed.
"May I know your name?" She looked at his handsome profile with some infatuation.
His response to her was a roll of his eyes.
The second time she met him was in a university classroom. That day she suddenly ran out of curiosity and ran to a drawing class - it was not her major.
"Tang Jingsheng is the best painter. After this first quiz, I probably know everyone's painters..." A tall, thin, middle-aged male professor held up a sketch, showed it to the students, and then returned it to its owner.
She saw it, it was him!
——"Classmate Tang, you are so awesome. I happened to go to your class that day.
Another eye roll.
——Later, she changed her major, from Chinese painting to sketching. She wanted to get closer to him.
Tang Jingsheng later discovered that since they first met, there was a thin shadow dangling in his world...
——"Tang Jingsheng, if someone confessed to you, what would you say? "In her sophomore year, she finally realized love from ignorance.
"Okay. "He suddenly said without starting or ending.
In fact, he has many suitors, as he is a popular handsome boy in the high school in city A.
——"Wait for me. Maybe two years is enough. "
"Good. "
——One thousand and ninety-five, he hasn't come back yet. She wrote in her diary that suddenly one or two drops of liquid fell on the paper, and then slowly fainted and blurred...