In her third year of junior high school, Li Jianan encountered a beam of light, which was enough to last her through the entire third year of junior high school.
May 20th: The school roses are blooming everywhere. Can you see them? If I could, I would like you to know that the meanings of rose flowers include first love, love and hope. I like roses. In fact, I like you because you happen to be my rose.
They met again on the tree-lined path. Although they had met many times, Li Jianan's heart still couldn't stop beating. This time, the young man turned around, looked closer, and his voice was bright and clear, and whispered: Are you Li Jianan? Yes, I am. People were coming and going around, but Li Jianan felt that the world was so small at this moment, so small that it could not accommodate a third person. The young man smiled lightly: Yes, I am, Xie Zeyan. I know, I know. The young man probably noticed the little girl's nervousness and embarrassment. He said nothing more and walked away with a smile.
Xie Zeyan, I was admitted to No.1 Middle School
Really, so powerful?
Uh-huh.
Xie Zeyan, you must study hard to have a bright future and get into a good university. I will come to you and be safe.
The sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming again, and we should have some results.
Intention: secret love