"Brother, I like you. When I grow up, will I marry you?"
"Okay."
Ling Zhen met Lu Rao for the first time and decided to marry him.
Under the peach tree in July, Lu Rao's cheeks, which were flushed by the sun, were like ripe peaches on the tree, so moist that people wanted to take a bite.
It was also the day he had waited for ten years.
"Brother, since you agreed to marry me, you have to wait for me. When I grow up, I will come back to marry you."
Innocent words, but Lu Rao didn't know why he agreed so much. Maybe it was because the balcony was too dazzling that day, or maybe his heart was too hurt.
When Ling Zhen appeared in front of him holding a peach, he agreed.
He thought it was just a casual remark.
You can forget everything in ten years, until ten years later, the boy with the same peach in his hand appears.
Only then did Lu Rao know that he had always remembered the agreement made ten years ago.
"Lu Yaoyao, I'm here to marry you." This was Ling Zhen's first sentence after seeing him, and it would be a sentence for a lifetime.
Lu Rao: Lengqing, he seems not to care about anything, but he cares about everything, he doesn't care about the world, he doesn't care about the world, and he doesn't care about what others think of him. He always looks pure and stoic, but he loves Ling Zhen.
Ling Zhen: A persistent fool with a high IQ. He fell in love with Lu Rao from the first sight. He received a Western education and enthusiasm. From the age of eight, his only thought was to marry Lu Rao.
This is the love between a monk practicing on behalf of others and an optimist. The whole story is warm, slow, simple and simple.
Intention: The light that reaches out and holds is hope
