"What do you mean, Zhu Yingtai refuses to marry Ma Wencai like me?" Bai Yingran said with a smile as she looked out the window at a row of rapidly retreating sycamore trees.
Lu Yizhou shook his head: "You, you have read too many dramas. What's wrong with Ma Wen? The son of the prefect is the mayor's son now. It's just a matter of losing love to Liang Zhu's classmate for three years."
We have been classmates for three years, and our love is as deep as the sea. It's sung like this in the play.
Counting the three years in kindergarten, Bai Yingran thought, she and Gu Chenfan were classmates three times in three years.
But sometimes, if you miss some things or some people, you will never have a chance.
Lu Yizhou said to Bai Yingran: "Have you ever particularly liked a book since you were a child, but you are still immersed in it after reading it? The best way to solve this problem is to read the next book as soon as possible. The same is true for loving someone!"
What Gu Chenfan wanted to say to her was: "Actually, I have always wanted to love you."
Loving someone is like that song:
Someone asked me what I was good at, and I still can't forget it after all these years.
No matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it cannot compare to your smile. People who have never seen you will not understand.
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This is an urban emotional reality story about youth, love, career and faith.
Intention: love, career, justice, faith