Qiangqiang/Childhood sweetheart in the first volume + mature man and mature woman in the second volume reunite
Copywriting a
From the Hudson River to Xierqi, after being separated for several years and meeting again, the match between Fengjiang and Bu Heng when they were young has turned into another match in the eyes of many people: decisive and decisive in denying relatives, hard-hearted and uncaring.
Friends who have been along the way, the two sides default to each other as a knife in each other's heart, and hesitate when mentioning it.
Mr. Ji Chi Zhang couldn't help but complain directly: "We have known each other for more than ten years, and a lot of things have happened, but she has abandoned you several times. Isn't she too damn bullying?"
Copywriting b
Many years later, Xiao Feng asked Feng Jiang: "Since when did you fall in love with my mother?"
Since when?
In 1999, at the turn of the century, Bu Heng came from the lush and shaded distant mountains and entered Sijiu City, where neither the Fourth Ring Road nor Line 1 was open to traffic.
He helped her carry her schoolbag with a broken shoulder strap, and they got to know each other.
During my two years in the army, heavy rains raged on the Xisha Islands, and the sun shone miserably in the distance to the South China Sea.
When I couldn't sleep late at night, I occasionally thought of her, who looked like a pair of chopsticks with a Guanzhong accent.
As soon as she thought about it, she crossed thousands of miles and landed at the camp while walking in mud.
At that moment, in front of him was the iron bones that had been buried for thousands of years, and behind his eyes was her who was blown away by the strong wind and did not dare to open her eyes.
What should I guard and protect in this life? I had the answer at that moment.
Copywriting c
At the end of 1999, Bu Heng left Guanzhong, where he had lived for many years, and went to Beijing. Before entering his house, he heard the rustling of snow behind him, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse. She subconsciously turned around and saw Fengjiang from far to near, holding a black umbrella and lowering his eyes to avoid the wind. Her eyes were covered with frosty branches and snow, and in the center of her field of vision, which she inadvertently gathered, was him, who had wrapped himself so that except for his facial features and figure, the rest was invisible. That was the beginning, the beginning. In the following year, I met him 132 times.
[Explanation of the title]
For so many years, my steps and my heart have been filled with boundless mountains and rivers, old eaves with new eaves in alleys, small courtyards full of greenery and spring, and you by my side.
Is ideal, and love.
Sur Column:
Intention: Stand side by side and meet again at a high place
