Afraid of Returning Late

Copywriting: At the age of 15, Song Zhiyi first met Xie Yibai. At that time, he was cold and noble, while she was lonely and desperate; he was as noble as a god, and she was as humble as dust. Their acquaintance was not a happy one, but it became an almost pious yearning for her throughout her life. Song Zhiyi: I am willing to go through fire and water for your few words, but you turn a blind eye to my worries about gains and losses. Sometimes I think, even if you lie to me, it's okay, but as arrogant as Xie Yibai, he even despises lies. Xie Yibai: Life without her is really difficult, so... Force her to come back. "Song Zhiyi..." Her name rolled over and over on the tip of his tongue, and her words and smiles crushed his heart inch by inch. Everyone thought he had her in the palm of his hand. In fact, Song Zhiyi had already inadvertently eaten him up, conquering the city step by step. [The arrogant and sinister young man VS the humble and gentle little orphan girl] *When they met for the first time, he bandaged her wounds and handed her a glass of milk that she was allergic to. He really interpreted "giving a sweet date a slap" incisively and vividly. * She painted flowers, birds, insects, fish, mountains, rivers and seas, but she refused to paint portraits. No one knew whether he was awake or drunk in the paintings she hid, but he was the only one. Her painting skills are not great, but Xie Yibai in the painting has sharp eyes, yet is gentle and carefree. *The year Song Zhiyi left, his insomnia began to become serious. Finally, one sleepless night, he opened the dusty room. Being a mysophobic person, it was rare for him to have a good night's sleep in a dusty room. He closed all the doors and windows tightly, not allowing anyone to visit, but as time passed, the smell in the room dissipated. He wanted to continue the dream of deceiving himself, but finally woke up. Small Theater * In the third year after his departure, Song Zhiyi's roses covered the fence of the courtyard. As a result, when I woke up one night, all the thorns on the flower stems were pinched. Xie Mou angrily picked at his nails at home: How could Song Zhiyi like such prickly things? Tang Yu collapsed: I'm afraid this guy is not a fool. *Song Zhiyi picked up a little wild cat, pure white with a black patch on its forehead. Unfortunately, it was mute. One day, Xie Aojiao came to visit. The little cat was so fascinated by the beauty that she held his trouser leg in her mouth and refused to let go. He is really repelled by furry things. As a result, after returning home, Mr. Xie learned about the taste of marrow and visited most of the pet shops in Nancheng, but none of them were as lovable as Song Zhiyi's. He attributed this to breed issues. So that night, Song Zhiyi received a call from him while sleepy: "There is something I need to consult." "Huh?" Miss Song said in a faint nasal voice. "What kind of cat is that of yours?" "Huh?" "Forget it, I'll see it myself tomorrow." She must be dreaming. He hung up the phone and continued to sleep. This dream was really strange. On the other side, Xie Yibai looked at the phone in his hand that was hung up without hesitation, and suddenly smiled. Song Zhiyi, when he talks sleepily, he is softer and cuter than that "little mute". **** The female protagonist is humble and cautious, while the male protagonist loves her deeply but doesn't know it. She loved him in her eyes and in her heart, but she didn't dare to openly declare it with her mouth; He loved her in the corners of his eyes and on the tips of his brows, but he didn't realize it for a long time... He was her greedy delusion, and she was the burning passion in his heart. It can be salty or sweet. In the later stage, the male protagonist is arrogant and pursues his wife. The author stayed up late coding the text. If you don't like it, don't criticize it. Intention: I only hope that the south wind knows my will