Yan Chen received many postcards. Most of them are put in beautifully cut envelopes, with his name written in pen on the cover. The words are usually very beautiful, and sometimes there are cute cartoon patterns. He used to be able to take it apart, but later his roommate did all the work for him. He couldn't remember clearly what was written on it, but he only remembered a picture of the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River in the sunset, with a small bridge falling in the distance, and in front of him was a boatman holding an oar. He sent it naked, and on the back was a very delicate running script, but the content was - "Senior, would you like to have a meal?" He was helpless, this was called Xu Anzhi's girl didn't seem to have learned what it meant to be frustrated. She still greeted him loudly on the street, took elective courses where he was a teaching assistant, and participated in every activity where he was involved... She showed up as expected, refused as expected, and when he finally saw her let go, he heard himself sigh in relief. But he didn't expect that the little girl from back then would appear in front of him again with a flawless professional smile. At the age of twenty-five, she no longer messed around. She often bowed her eyebrows and nodded quietly to greet him. She seemed to be much easier to get along with, but she seemed like she could never walk in again. [I'm quite busy at work, so try to update every week]