On a summer afternoon when she was seventeen, Chen Yu's ice cream was exchanged for a person.
Why are there such people? She thought in silence, wanton, flamboyant, and arrogant, with the unique taste of lemon soda in midsummer, which made her smile.
In the alley, a young man with broken hair reaching his eyebrows and dark pupils at the end of his eyes stared at her without blinking.
She asked: "Why?"
The white peony root is in full bloom at the entrance of the alley, and the fragrance of the flowers is just right and intoxicating.
Zhou Pan's answer made Chen Yu impatient to wait. It was so long that it seemed like a century had passed. It was so long that Chen Yu would never forget it for the rest of her life.
"It's just because of me."
So drunk.
In fairy tales, the prince would give the princess a garden of roses to express his feelings; but in reality, the princess broke off a branch of roses, and the knight's eyebrows were light, but his lips and teeth were dry.
Fireworks in the world, world affairs in all directions, a person's whole life, joys and sorrows, there is always one person who is worth thousands of troops and becomes the opponent's title, belief, and path.
Intention: At the age of eighteen, the sun is scorching like fire, and he stands tall.