Shadow by the Fireside

Young genius Wen Zhouqing's candid profile photo of him holding a trophy broke the Internet, making the chemistry major a hot topic that year. Although he is a world-class scholar, he is as wild as a hyena. He was pecked by birds all year round while hunting hawks, and bitten by a wolf one year. He spent three months nesting in a drafty and dilapidated wooden house at the foot of a snow-capped mountain. The dilapidated wooden house has an owner, a single girl. In the wilderness, the sky and the earth are covered. The spring breeze has been blowing here for three months, and the girl turned around and didn't even want to give him a sheep. She coaxed him to leave and went to chase other men. Reunited many years later, Wen Zhouqing lowered his body again, with the sleeves on his arms rolled up loosely. His clean fingers passed through the woman's waist and wrapped around her as she slept quietly. The man's shadow on the fireplace wall swayed in the orange fire shadow. From the Kalang Snow Mountain, to the winter fireside, to the Qinxi Pier, he bent down again and again just for her. Shirokiri University Professor × Heartless and Insolent Madwoman ps: 1. Double c, 1v1, love after marriage, sweet story about reunion after breaking up (personal opinion) 2. The atypical second male lead is promoted, and the crematorium for the second male lead has turned into ashes. Wen Zhouqing+qing～two sounds ps: I won't pretend to be a useless copywriter anymore. The fifth car that Yan Qing stopped stopped, a man who was driving off-road to drive the crowd, with elegant eyebrows and a lazy smile. The cigarette parked by the window lit up the grassland wind, and he looked at her with an unruly look. Repeating the question "I lost my wallet, can you lend me some money" four times, her smile turned into: "I want to go swimming naked on a winter night at the river in front, can you give me a ride?" The man smiled slightly and handed her the cigarette. Yan Qing didn't answer, she walked around the front of the car and sat in his passenger seat. She took a cigarette from his cigarette case and put it in her lips. She leaned back on the chair and looked at him with her lips raised. She had a graceful and charming figure. Lou Yu leaned over to light a cigarette for her. A beautiful liar who was full of lies hooked up with a rich and promiscuous young master. The two had fun riding horses, dancing on the edge of the cliff, and having fun under the stars. The one-month journey was as wild and wild as possible, and there was endless love in the mountains, rivers and lakes. After returning to reality for only half a year, both parties retreated quickly and maturely. Eight years later, Yan Qing is the prima ballerina of the ballet company, a courtesan on the fame and fortune scene, with countless servants in her skirts, and not a single leaf touching her body. The man held the big front door in his mouth, wearing blue work clothes that had been washed white, and leaned over to lay tiles on her wall. Yan Qing squinted her eyes to examine the decoration of her home, and skillfully took out a cigarette. The designer and supervisor all handed her a cigarette. Her eyes passed through them and landed on the white mud spots of the man's messy hair. On a sultry summer night, Yan Qing was pressed behind an iron shelf in a hardware store, and the hem of her haute couture skirt brushed against a rusty pillar. Yan Qing smiled teasingly: "Why did you become rice rice?" The man's rough fingertips touched her bright red lips: "You have become a cinnabar mole." Barren, night foggy, grass blades rolling. After listening to the wind for three thousand steps, my soul is still wet. ·A beautiful dancer at the peak of her career?? A rough man at the bottom of his life ·Double c, thick arrow ·Reunion|Road Story|Rough Chinese|Pride and Prejudice|Use and Enjoyment ·The soul is still wet - Neruda Final article: Two-way redemption: "Nanju" Childhood sweethearts: "Spring and Summer" Intention: Positive and optimistic, life is full of surprises