Zhou Ji stood in a dark alley. He was tall and slender and wore a short shirt. Opposite him was Chen Yuan.
"Chen Yuan, go back."
He pressed his back against the cement wall, holding on to his crooked body and spoke forcefully.
"Why are we fighting? For her?" The girl opposite seemed a little angry and unwilling.
Chen Yuan's eyes were red, and the raindrops fluttered on the girl's eyelashes, flowing across her pale face and into her bloodless lips. Chen Yuan is not beautiful. She is sixteen years old, her facial features have not grown, and she still has a childish air.
Zhou Ji did not speak, but instead clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and used the support of the wall to push himself up.
"Chen Yuan, I won't like you, and you shouldn't meddle in your own business." After a while, Zhou Ji's cold words broke the calm and penetrated the girl's bones. Chen Yuan finally couldn't hold back his tears.
"Who cares about your grandson!" She left and said these last words. Zhou Ji then breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground, sneering: "Stinky girl..." The smell of rain was fishy, messing up the hair and beard in front of the young man's eyes, and wetting the originally pure white short lining.
Childhood sweethearts, the emotional experiences of the male and female protagonists are quite ups and downs.
Intention: Don't expect everyone's secret love to be successful, just seek perfection.