Zhang Juan always felt that there was a puddle of water in Lin Ye's eyes.
It's not a stream, that's too stingy; it's not the sea, that's too turbulent; it's a shallow, rippling lake.
When he turned around, the sunlight cast a silvery patch in his eyes, quickly nourishing the plants on the dry land in his heart. In an instant, a prairie fire of reeds spread, and a fluffy wind blew up.
After discovering that Lin Ye liked him, Zhang Juan began to observe.
The way Lin Ye looked at him before was filled with longing and hope, and the most vivid warmth reflected in his eyes, like a stream of warm snow.
But now, just now.
When Lin Ye looked up at him, there was nothing inside.
As the pretentious copywriting above says, this is indeed a pretentious and bitter story. The name "Migratory Bird" itself has two meanings, which may have to wait for the little cuties to figure it out on their own.
I didn't mean to be so weird about the word . The first time I saw this word, it was in a professional book. It was a traveling brigade on top and a bird on the bottom. I don't know why I can't type it out now. He has the same name as a writer from the Tang Dynasty, the one who wrote "Zhaozhou Bridge".
From this, I got the idea to write a "waiting" story.
This article is slow to develop, not only in terms of their emotions, but also in terms of time - three years in high school, four years in college, and entering society, which is also a challenge for me to control my own rhythm. Emotionally, it's because I have some real-life references, and those emotions represent some people's sour youth and dreams.
So let's endure it slowly together, stay with them until we finally get married and get what we want.
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