Three years, from 20 to 23 years old.
Wu Jiayun felt that he had never been smarter since he turned around when he was 20 years old and saw Chu Qiao smiling at him while sitting at the end of the teacher's class. After not seeing each other for three years, when he turned around again at the age of 23, Chu Qiao still smiled at himself as always. Wu Jiayun thought to himself: It's over, it's over, I can't ask for it, I can't forget it, and I can't let it go.
Wu Jiayun is an ordinary person, but Chu Qiao is not.
"Do you know why good stories are good?
"Because it breaks your expectations. From the first level of vision to the second level of vision, the experience is positive disappointment. "
The story is certainly not about just two people.
"Excuse me, can I put 'no' in the column 'Do you think he is qualified for this position?' "
"You can't. "
One hundred years later, from the raging war to today's prosperous business, no one is the same person back then.
"My father once mentioned that he gave me this name because he wanted me to have a noble and upright spirit. "
"Zhang Haoran, you are so fucking ashamed of your name! "
From the noisy night in Wuchang in 1911 to the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers on this huge campus a hundred years later. In fact, the flames of war have never been extinguished. It has been burning, and it has reached the company.
Who says shopping malls are no longer battlefields?
"Want to see me? "
"Um. "
"But if you see me, the story won't look good. "
"…I don't care! "