When she was a child, she laughed at Song Nan, who was a toad; she met Shen Yi not too early. In Shen Yi's eyes, this Song Nan was just a spoiled young lady. Shen Yi had looked at Song Nan with such a hatred of rich people all his life in elementary school. Song Nan also hated Shen Yi's claims that he was making a contribution to the revolution of peasantism, but in fact, he was just a pain in the ass.
When she was a teenager, she saw him and her little lover rubbing their hair together in the rain; in her heart, there was a knife, gouging out a piece of flesh, bloody, to commemorate their beautiful love, footsteps, retreat, tears, breaking the dam, despair, breaking the dam, pain, like never before, the rain poured down the flame of hope, leaving only a sigh of no way out, holding an umbrella above her head, it was extremely painful, extremely embarrassing, but fortunately there was a way out.
After she grew up, she spent three to five years to treat him, waiting for him with the splendor of spring and autumn, but he used the cold wind of winter to chase her away, and the blazing fire of summer to scorch her. The stamens have not yet opened, only the wind sighs by. "He's already gone before I come." Even Song Nan herself didn't know how many times she had said this to herself. Looking at this man's decisive back, her annoyance surged and clamored, and her eyes, open and frank, could always reflect her shyness, self-esteem, and defeat.
It's sad yet sweet, if it weren't for HE, the author would be dead.