The first time Yang Qing met Chen Nian was in a dilapidated alley when he was sixteen years old. Yang Qing carefully broke into his sight.
In the middle of the alley, they parted ways.
I thought my fate was over, but when high school started, I discovered that the other person was a classmate who would spend three years together.
On the twelfth year of their acquaintance, Chen Nian took the hand of the girl in the alley that year and walked into the palace. Their wedding was held twice, once in Hainan, China, and once in a British church.
The witnesses are the seagull and the priest.
This is a bottomless swamp, surrounded by mud and crocodiles. I hold on to the tree trunks. At the last second, you stabbed the crocodile to death with your sword, and desperately crossed the swamp to hold me in your arms. So in the wild rainforest, you are my sword, shining brightly.
Off topic:
I'm not good at writing resumes. I focus on reading articles, so I don't like to enter with caution.
Purpose: commemorating youthful imagination