Jealous version copywriting:
At the graduation dinner of the liberal arts class of the senior class of Mingde No. 1 Middle School.
At this time, several boys were sitting next to Shen Meizhi.
One of them kept toasting with her and kept moving in her direction.
"Study Committee, come on, let's have another drink."
Shen Meizhi picked up the juice on the table, drank one glass after another in silence, and quietly moved to the corner.
After a while, a tall boy opened the door of the box angrily and walked up to several people.
Xu Yao glared angrily at the boy who was putting his hand on Shen Meizhi's shoulder, clenched his fists and tried to resist the urge to beat him up.
Then he took Shen Meizhi's hand and left with an unkind expression.
Everyone looked at each other in shock, always feeling that their school committee was being beaten.
As soon as the box door closed, Xu Yao pulled Shen Meizhi to the dark corner.
He punched the wall next to her, held her shoulder with his other hand, then lowered his head and looked at her pitifully.
His eyes were as wet as an abandoned puppy.
Then, he bent down, buried his head on Shen Meizhi's shoulder, and rubbed it gently.
He said aggrievedly: "You are not allowed to drink with other boys, and you are not allowed to get so close to them."
"I'm jealous."
Hearing these awkward words, Shen Meizhi chuckled and couldn't help but put his hands around the boy's waist.
"Okay, it's all up to you."
Healing version copy:
Shen Meizhi has not had a father since she was a child. The lack of security has made her heart as cold as iron and has been dusty for a long time.
Until that time, at the corner of the stairs of the teaching building, facing the usual gossip, the tall figure stood in front of her, covered her ears tightly with his hands, and said to her softly: "Don't be afraid."
She raised her head blankly and saw the gentle look in his eyes. At that moment, it was like a blind person suddenly seeing the sun, and for the first time there was a crack in her indifferent heart.
/You said your world has always been dark, it doesn't matter, let me shine on you. /
Between the brows and the heart, a sight will be unforgettable
If there is a girl like this, she slowly shines
This is the story of a science tyrant who can easily switch between a little wolfdog and a little milkdog, and a liberal arts god who looks cold and has a soft heart.
Early middle school, late college and city.
My slogan is: Sweet, sweet, sweet makes you feel bad!