[Goldfish type bright little sun x practical type aloof big iceberg]
A sunny day after summer in Xizhou.
Flower shop owner Huo Sangsang lost his way on the way to deliver flowers and accidentally came to an abandoned Catholic church.
She saw a tall man with a good-looking profile at the door of the church feeding white pigeons.
The scene in front of him made Hawthornsang unable to help but turn on his cell phone to secretly take pictures.
The moment the shutter was pressed, a flash suddenly flashed, and the man's eyes were flashed. He couldn't help but turn his head and look over. He was so surprised that the white dove flew high and its white feathers fluttered down.
When he looked towards Hawthorne, Hawthorne had already fled away, leaving behind only a delicate red rose.
He picked up the lost rose, thoughtfully.
Later, Huo Sangsang learned that the man who fed the pigeons in the church that day was the owner of the Old Friends grocery store, named Fu Xinlie.
Summer, typhoon day.
Fu Xinlie helped Huo Sangsang repair the window that was damaged by the wind and rain, and got wet.
Hawthorne took his brother's clothes and changed them for him.
While Fu Xinlie was taking off his clothes and changing, Huo Sangsang wanted to take advantage of this time to hide the secretly photographed photo of him in the room, but his eyes couldn't help but linger on the man's strong and strong body, and he forgot about the main business.
Fu Xinlie's eyes flickered, and Huo Sangsang immediately averted his eyes.
By coincidence, Fu Xinlie saw the photo in the frame and picked it up to look at it. Huo Sangsang's first reaction was to rush over and snatch the photo away.
"Are you sure you want to keep pressing me like this?"
The man's deep voice reached his ears at close range. As he spoke, his warm breath unconsciously brushed against Huosang Sang's cheek and ear.
At the same time, Huosangsang could clearly feel the man's chest rising and falling due to his breathing and his body temperature, which was so hot that it burned his heart.
At that moment, Huo Sangsang's face was flushed, and he got off Fu Xinlie in an embarrassed and funny manner.
"Whose photo is so nervous?" Fu Xinlie asked casually.
Huosangsang said with a hoarse voice and a guilty conscience: "It belongs to my sweetheart."
At that time, the warm yellow light shone on the fish tank, the goldfish floated, the water rippled, and the rippled light and shadow moved on Hawthorne's hot and red face.
The typhoon was roaring outside the window, and the heavy rain was hitting the glass window sill. There was silence inside the window, and the warm and cautious atmosphere lingered.
It is said that fish only have a memory of seven seconds, but they can still be with their significant other in desperate situations.
Goldfish can't live without water, I can't live without you
This is a small town fairy tale about the starry sky and the sea.
Intent: Romantic until death, tenderness and absolute surrender
