The wind of that year blew away everyone's hearts.
The people under the shame tree were chatting and laughing, as if they were telling a long story, from crying to wrinkles on their faces.
Her name was Yueshu.
Father Yuezhe is the first college student in the village. He only thought of the name accidentally. He thinks that it is enough for girls to be clean and look comfortable.
And he named him Guanfeng.
His father Guan Hai is a lawyer in the city, and his mother is a female college student in this small village. In Yuezhe's next year, his father felt tired of looking at the sea and always wanted to look at the wind. This was the only way to balance his name, so he named her Guan Feng.
There was decorum and restraint in his manner and conversation; there was warmth and hospitality in hers. Yueshu likes this friend from a big city very much. Her father is a writer in a big city. She always hears him talk about all the good things in the big city, so she has high expectations for the city.
"I think the city is not as good as you think." People's hearts are complicated.
Guanfeng dismissed her.
"No, dad said that the personnel science and technology schools there are many times better than here," Yueshu put her chin in her hands, looked at the brightly lit small village in the distance, and pouted, "I must go to the city to have a look."
Guanfeng felt that breaking her fantasy too early would not do her much good, so he echoed: "Yes. I'll wait for you."
Why is it in the world? Watch the wind and the moon.
Intention: None
