The aloof doctor holding a lancet in the hospital actually became a cook at home? Mrs. Song just smiled and said nothing.
The cultural and creative designer who writes wonderful pictures on the hand-drawn board actually acts coquettishly in three languages in private? Dr. Song looked proud.
It's me, see the letter page.
Is it you? The man of my dreams.
Fang Shuyao has been in love with Song Bingyuan for ten years, from the first year of junior high school to graduation from college.
That crush, which was habitual, unresulting, and striving to become a better version of herself, finally allowed her to stand beside him confidently.
When I was a freshman, I got to know each other at the "Qingyuju" bookstore because of stamps, and later met again and fell in love with each other.
A simple, sweet and beautiful story.
Small theater 1:
Fang: Song Bingyuan, I can't sleep~
Song: Can't you sleep because of what I'm thinking about?
Fang: Yes~I miss you so much... I like you so much... I like you like a bear in spring..."
Song: Well, it feels a little numb...
Fang: Oh, do you feel numb? きです (I like you the most!) Onii-chan~
Song Bingyuan couldn't bear it and almost dropped his phone. This woman...
"You can stop here! It's not like I won't see you anymore... I never noticed you being so unreserved when I wrote to you before..."
Small theater 2:
Mrs. Song stood aside dreamily, watching Dr. Song playing the piano in the hospital piano hall, the black and white keys dancing under his nimble and slender fingers.
The melodious and melodious sound of the piano also immersed the passing medical staff and patients' families in the ocean of music.
At the end of the performance, while she was still intoxicated, she was suddenly awakened by Dr. Song snapping her fingers and saying, "Let's go."
Mrs. Song quickly caught up and asked, "What were you playing just now?" It sounds great! "
Dr. Song: "I used to be slow. "
Mrs. Song nodded and read a poem: "In the past, the sun became slower, and cars, horses, and mail were all slower..."
Dr. Song suddenly stopped, turned around, lowered his head and looked at her lovingly: "You can only love one person in your life."
Then he turned around and walked away gracefully, leaving her standing there alone to savor these rare words of love...
This is my first time writing, please give me some advice!
Concept: Cars, horses, and mail are all slow, and there is only enough time to love one person in a lifetime.