[Please ask for an advance payment from my friends: "Whale Pei Hai Yin"]
[The physical book of Nansheng is now available for purchase. For details, please pay attention to @ Zhaocai Mao's Little Bell ]
"The story of secret love happens every day. I said you are my chance encounter, but you are also my first love."
If when you are seventeen or eighteen years old, there is something that you cannot forget in your heart, whether it is a person or an object, no matter how many years have passed, if you don't let go of this dream, it will always come true.
In her sophomore year of high school, Ying Zhaoli met Liang Yan again. She saw the plane flying across the sky, dragging a long pink and white tail, and cutting the red silk at the waist. She looked at the corners of the boy's white shirt turning, and secretly promised at the graduation ceremony that they would see each other again in the years to come.
Later she realized that if you really like someone, he will not rely on the light in your eyes to be outstanding, but will be the kind of person who will not stop his excellence even if you don't like him anymore and throw the person into the discarded memory box.
Ying Zhaoli narrowed the gap between himself and Liang Yan at every unknown moment, bit by bit.
When they met again in Germany, she grasped the vast sunshine of her youth. Liang Yan didn't know that the various encounters between them were not romantic and crazy love, but Ying Zhaoli's alone play-by-play when they met.
*Cold and sultry little green tea × gentle and gentle fake Neptune
＊From campus to city (interlude about the campus part in the middle), secret love, gentleness and plainness
＊This is my first time writing an article, and I am still relatively green. If you like it, just continue. If you don't like it, just click the cross button. See you later.
——————————
Renji's series of articles "Spring Water in the Inkstone Pool" has been completed, please collect it~
"The summer trees outside the window are green and lush, and only the vague love in the young man's heart falls and rebounds with the cool breeze, and the cicadas chirp. I am thinking of you."
Ning Jiulin has dark eyebrows and deep eyes, and his facial features have a sense of mixed race, like a delicate doll who should wear a princess dress all day long.
When she was six years old, she met Xu Tangyan for the first time. The boy was nestled in a small room full of broken beer bottles and exuding a putrid smell. He was wearing a white T-shirt and was wrinkled, but his face was clean and cold.
Reminiscent of the white needles in the tea, the little girl stretched out her nose and sniffed. There was a faint fragrance of milk in the light breath. She felt that this man would also look like a pretty boy when he grew up.
Ning Jiulin fluttered his thick eyelashes, staring at him with a pool of stagnant water in his smiling eyes.
She pulled out the only red note from her skirt and said in a childish and sweet voice: "This is one hundred yuan. I bought you. Xu Tangyan, you have to obey me for the rest of your life."
The spring sports meeting of the sophomore year of high school.
A group of students gathered around the high jump venue and cheered. It was crowded.
"Xu Tangyan! Come on!"
"Brother Yan! Breaking the record!"
The young man wore a pair of white spiked shoes. He measured his steps calmly and stared at the girl in a short skirt behind the crossbar. She crossed her back in a perfect arc, like a fish in the deep sea leaping into the air, just to take a look at the sky.
His white shirt was lifted up, exposing a small section of his waist, causing chaos among the people around him.
"Holy crap, eight-pack abs!"
"I heard that high jumping can make you lose your waist, but this brother's waist is pretty good!"
He lives in the warmth and love of everyone.
But no one knew that after it was over, the young man hung the gold medal around Ning Jiulin's neck devoutly, but he only got one sentence in exchange.
"Ayan, I actually dislike spring the most."
＊Emotionally indifferent British little lolita × literary and indifferent flower boy of the high mountain
Note: The heroine is not a typical good person.
Intention: Work hard and change your destiny
