Poplar Nectar

Ganlu suffered from depression when she was sixteen years old, and since then she has been fighting the disease alone. The diagnosis was like a knife hanging over my head. In the torment of being unresolved for too long, I was always looking forward to it falling decisively. But when the day finally came, the remaining bit of luck burst like a bubble, and all hope came to an end. The first time Ganlu met Chen Yangzhi was on the day her brother came home due to a big accident. On the dining table "Don't do these messy things all the time, learn from Xiao Chen, focus more on your studies, and get first in grade." My mother disagreed. The elder brother raised his eyes: "He is the project leader of our Daiso." … Chen Yangzhi raised his head from his rice bowl at the right time, smiling brightly and neatly with his white teeth spread out neatly, looking like a good boy who had been praised since childhood. He looks humble on the surface, but in fact he is stubborn and perverse. In the kitchen Chen Yangzhi raised his hand happily, pushed the broken hair on her temples behind her ears, tilted his head and looked at her: "That's how it should be. Why do you look bitter and hateful at the age of sixteen or seventeen?" As if against him, Manna messed up her hair again: "Where can I have it?" "Then no." Chen Yangzhi smiled softly. This look was very familiar, and Manna often saw it on her brother's willing face. Many times when her parents were so noisy, Ganlu would tremble and cover her ears, curling up into a small ball in the corner of the room. Gan Ren would always come over to hug her and pat her on the back: "When my brother gets rich in the future, he will buy a big house and take you over to live with him. Let's leave this home together." At that time, the trembling little Manlu raised his head and saw a similar look on his brother's face. A kind of forbearing love. Insomnia at night Chen Yangzhi sat on the sofa with disheveled hair, a pile of thick information in his hands, and a shiny laptop in his arms. He turned around when he heard the sound and saw Ganlu standing on the stairs wearing a pair of fluffy pajamas. The lace of the collar was messy, and one side was still tucked into the collar. Chen Yangzhi waved his hand to her: "Come here." By some strange coincidence, Ganlu listened to his words and moved over unconsciously. The boy in his early twenties looked so good just sitting there. He was wearing a thin white T-shirt, which looked out of place in the howling north wind outside the window, and his beautiful collarbones undulated under the collar. At this time, he was sitting, a little shorter than Ganlu. For the first time, Ganlu lowered her head slightly to look at him. The young man's bony hands reached over and helped her straighten her collar. However, Ganlu said out of nowhere: "Brother, you are short-sighted." During the day, I never saw him wearing these black-rimmed glasses. "Yes, my brother is short-sighted. Our little Manlu should take good care of our eyes and don't wear glasses like my brother." Ganlu said "Oh", obviously not taking his words to heart. "Brother, it's time to clean your glasses." … Later, twenty-two-year-old Ganlu ordered the same milk tea repeatedly: "I want Yangzhi Ganlu." People who don't know why: "Just because this milk tea is also called nectar, you can't just keep ordering it." Not really. The nectar of poplar branches is a pair made in heaven. He and she are a perfect match. Depressed Girl × Entrepreneurial College Student Redemption Mission: Pay attention to mental health and encourage people to start their own businesses