In midsummer, D city in the north was tainted with the strong autumn atmosphere early on.
In the afternoon, the sun was scorching; in the evening, it was extremely cold.
"The ceremony is about to begin." Suddenly there was a clear voice from the crowd. The girl stood by the window, under the crimson curtain, wearing a beautiful but low-key evening dress, her eyes slowly looking out the window at the parking lot on the first floor, as if waiting for someone.
Even if he stood still and froze, he still attracted a lot of eyes. Despite this, no one dared to come up and talk to her because her arrogant face was always full of arrogance.
This home looks peaceful and happy. She gradually got used to this hypocritical face, but she couldn't tell whether the arrogance was due to feud or arrogance.
She looked out the window, and then her eyes fell on a man inside the house who was toasting with the groom. His name is Gu Zhaobei, a postdoc from University B and a professor. Looking around, he was the only one who looked fresh and refined in the pretentious dinner party.
Intention: I grow roses and you grow wheat.