Their love is like a small tree that grows wildly. Their beginning was unlucky. It grew secretly in the gaps that no one cares about. After an unknown amount of time, it was exposed to wind and sun before it was able to survive.
Lin Mo: What kind of love is this? Stand up and have fun. Love! What love? It affects my mother's eating speed.
Gu Yanjiang: I thought I wouldn't be moved because I'm so desperate for love
Tong Yao: I like you, only I know.
Chen Yao: I know nothing about love, but for you, I can give it a try, don't dislike me
Four kinds of people, four different kinds of love, whether cold or hot, sweet or bitter, but all equally precious, I hope you cherish them.
It turns out that the earth is round. No matter how we rush forward, we will eventually return to the starting point and be with you.
It turns out that I have always loved you, even I didn't know it.
Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, this is the normal state of love, but it is also the seasoning of our love. Our love is silent in the noisy world, but it also tastes extraordinary.
Intention: From quantitative change to qualitative change