Zhou Kainian transferred to No. 7 Middle School and became roommates with a girl he met while drinking.
People are mean-mouthed and always like to see a little girl's face turn red with anger, and then try to coax others in a mean-spirited way.
Song Qingnan only thought that Zhou Qiannian was a good person at first. As time went by, he gradually discovered that he was different. He was high-spirited, proud, enthusiastic, and gentle.
She couldn't help but like him, every moment of him made her heart flutter.
Zhou Jianian was a prodigal son, born to be wild, and only Song Qingnan caught his eye.
In her senior year of high school, everyone knew that the two were in love, and Zhou Kainian gave her countless tenderness and romance.
One week before the college entrance examination, Song Qingnan disappeared and lost contact with everyone.
The two separated.
Two years later, a photo of Song Qingnan pushing a suitcase went viral throughout Jingda University. Tieba posted high-rise buildings and Zhou Qianian recognized her at a glance.
He tried his best to hold back, angry that she left without saying goodbye two years ago. Whenever Song Qingnan showed up, he turned a blind eye, but Song Qingnan pressed on her step by step, wanting to stick to him every day. She was chasing her back in her own way.
Zhou Kainian loved her so much that he forced her into a corner with gritted teeth, "Don't bother me again." He didn't know how much effort he used to say these words.
Song Qingnan just looked at him and said calmly: "Zhou Qinian, I wonder if Jingcheng has the fleshy grapes I like to drink."
Zhou Jianian left.
Song Qingnan stood there with a piece of candy in his mouth. After a while, Zhou Kainian came back, holding Song Qingnan's favorite fleshy grape.
Zhou Kainian stood tall and straight, but his head was lowered. His eyes looking at the ground were full of defeat. He smiled embarrassedly: "I lost."
Song Qing took a sip of the fleshy grape and tiptoed into his mouth, "No. You win."
If you have me, you are the biggest winner.
In every dark day when I can't lift my head, you are the light.
Bastard (not bad) × White Rose
Concept: You are romantic and the only one
