In March of a certain spring, when the chirping of chirps was heard, Chen Ruo walked slowly from the mist, with a gentle smile on his eyebrows that seemed to be from another world. It was as if the girl he loved was on the other side, waiting to be with him forever.
There was a light rain that day, and the parasol trees at the school gate were wet in the rain. Wei Yu looked at the noisy group of people behind her, and silently imprinted one of the shadows deeply in her eyes. There was a rain curtain outside the door, Xiao Yu, I don't love you, this is what she thought when she turned around. Immediately afterwards, Yan Yu hugged her figure and felt a chill all over her body.
She was born in the lush summer. She was a green radish, winding and slowly climbing up to Fang Heng's window. It was windy and rainy, and it was not a pity to die. At that time, she thought this was just a normal growth trajectory, until she saw his red sleeves adding fragrance, and later she knew that she would wither, even in the middle of summer.
A down-and-out migrant girl, an elegant and handsome rich man, a train, a sleeper, what kind of sparks will be created?