Qingti

Mingyao will always remember. It was raining that day and there was water on the road, so she was trapped in front of the store. The young man on the side, covered in rainy fog, handed her the umbrella in his hand, "Hold it, don't get wet." He raised his eyes slightly and met those casual and passionate eyes. Heart palpitations. - The day she decided she no longer liked Xu Qingye, Mingyao secretly wrote a letter and placed it in the pages of his book—— [Every moment of secret love is like tasting a bunch of half-cooked grapes. You never know what the next one will taste like. Maybe it's sweet, But maybe it will continue to be sour. So, Xu Qingye, I don't want to try again. I don't want to like you anymore. ] - The reunion many years later brought the two of them together again. The heartbeat of youth is like a wasteland. When it sees some fire, it cannot stop its spread. Mingyao tried his best to exercise restraint and never overstepped. Until that day. The sudden rain continued, and Mingyao stood under the eaves. Not far away, a man holding a black umbrella, a tall and straight figure approached her and stood still in front of her. In the silence, he spoke, "My umbrella is only for my girlfriend." "Have you thought about it?" When their eyes met, Xu Qingye tilted the umbrella, his voice was the same as when he borrowed the umbrella many years ago, "Come over if you think about it." ——The proud son of heaven x sensitive and gentle Intention: hard work, dream