Cheng Yue had a beautiful dream.
In the dream, she fell in love with Zhou Zhichuan, lived together, and got married.
Cheng Yue mustered up the courage to hug him from behind in her dream. His waist was extremely thin.
Zhou Zhichuan turned back to look at her: "I'm still cooking."
Cheng Yuebuyi: "No, what if it's fake?"
After saying that, he asked: "Do you really like me too?"
Zhou Zhichuan rarely smiles, but he smiled at that time: "Why else would I let you hold me?"
Cheng Yue stopped talking, her face was red, and her hands holding Zhou Zhichuan's waist did not let go, and she hugged him tighter.
Zhou Zhichuan is a game anchor in Cheng Yue's dream. Cheng Yue went to the most famous university to study for a master's degree. Zhou Zhichuan also came to pick her up from school very late because Cheng Yue changed the live broadcast time.
Zhou Zhichuan will realize that something is wrong with Cheng Yue and take her to see a psychiatrist.
In the past, Cheng Yue always sat alone in the consulting room facing the doctor, but now there were two of her. Zhou Zhichuan sat aside, holding Cheng Yue's hand. He was still dull, not talking or playing with his mobile phone, and listened intently to Cheng Yue and the doctor.
Goodness is fake. Cheng Yue thought about it, immersed herself in it, and woke up.
Write a common life experience from the different perspectives of Cheng Yue and Zhou Zhichuan.
Cheng Yue and Zhou Zhichuan are both ordinary people who work very hard and are determined.
Cheng Yue's memory was of a boy in a white shirt whom he had a secret crush on for several years before marriage.
Zhou Zhichuan's narration is that of a wife who is slowly getting better and better after marriage.
Cheng Yue always felt that Zhou Zhichuan didn't have to do anything, it was enough that she liked him. But she never thought that Zhou Zhichuan agreed to marry her for no other reason than the same strong love.
Double first love, double secret love, double perspectives
Depression, low self-esteem, copywriting planner x taciturn game anchor
Intention: Secret love is the wind, blowing the rain in front of my window.
