There Is Snow in Hong Kong Island

[Fake love, true affection, seduction at the end of the year x all kinds of charm, restraint and forbearance at the end of the year] [Small town girl x Hong Kong style beauty] [New Farmer x Super Model] [he, Shuangjie, 13 years age difference, small town, sour and relaxed, years of upward attack, extreme pulling] Shen Yulan has a soft spot for girls like "cute girls". She has always adhered to the concept that if she is older than me, we don't need to talk, but she doesn't find any heartbeat in the ideal type she defines. One time when Shen Yulan was going to attend a parent-teacher meeting with her younger sister, she was feeling sleepy. The woman who looked like she had stepped out of the yellowing filter of the 1990s appeared at the door of the classroom. With fluffy curly hair and flaming red lips, she has a bright and wild face and a pair of cold and ascetic eyes. It is as contradictory as the Hong Kong wind that is supposed to blow in the neon city and blows into the shabby and simple Zao Town. It is as contradictory as the greasy smell of yellow rice fried cake collides with the smell of expensive and fresh perfume. Before Shen Yulan had time to taste the scent of the woman's perfume, the woman said in non-standard Hong Kong: "Long time no see." Since the last time they met, Shen Yulan found that she and this "mother's friend" were meeting more and more often. ​Sometime: Ye Qiong said: "Zao'er, go and give your Aunt Wen two bottles of good wine." "I'm not going." "If you don't go, I won't give you pocket money next month." For the sake of the insufficient funds to attract girls, Shen Yulan could only compromise, "Okay, I'll go." Another time: "Why do you want to deceive my feelings?" "I told you, this is a misunderstanding." Ji Xiaowen kept crying. Shen Yulan lowered her head to play with her phone and felt a majestic gaze directed at her. She raised her head and was startled, "Aunt Wen." "Next time, I will tell your mother." Shen Yulan was frightened. So, once, twice, three times... Shen Yulan: Sister smells so good! What I like is never the type, but you. "The streets of the small town are not spacious and bright enough, and I don't have any particularly lofty ideals. But here she is, wearing a colorful suspender skirt, leaning against the peeling blue wooden door of Shen Zaoer's grocery store, smoking a cigarette, playing with the cat, and the retro warm yellow light and shadow above her head is falling. Her eyes when she looks at me are always full of sadness and deep thinking." Purpose: Ordinary people also have the right to realize their own self-worth