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“I stole the cold, distant moon, hoping to keep all its moonlight for myself.”
Just before the college entrance exams, Zhao Musheng's homeroom teacher, Old Huang, did something truly wild.
He went to the boys' dormitory for a late-night chat and asked every boy who he liked. The whole class erupted, but Zhao Musheng remained as calm as a mountain.
“Shengsheng, aren't you curious about who the ice-cold Yu Bei likes?”
Zhao Musheng's writing hand paused. “Not curious.”
Even though she'd said she wasn't curious, the answer still reached her ears. Zhang Ying, of course. She knew her: a gentle, quiet girl, nothing like herself.
The gossip continued around her, but Zhao Musheng felt so wronged she could have cried.
She'd said she wasn't curious, so why had she found out anyway? It couldn't possibly be her, and she didn't care who it was otherwise.
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On graduation photo day, Zhao Musheng worked up the courage for a full half hour before going over to greet Yu Bei and ask for a photo together.
Yu Bei was taken aback, but quickly agreed. They stood side by side. Just as the shutter was about to click, some other classmates asked to join them. Yu Bei smiled and agreed, and their photo for two became a group shot with seven or eight people.
As the shutter clicked, a classmate beside Zhao Musheng tugged her down into a crouch. Confused and at a loss, she watched as only Yu Bei and Zhang Ying remained in front of the camera. Then she understood, and a flash of sadness passed through her eyes.
“Thanks for going along with it, Zhao Musheng,” said the person who had just pulled her down.
Zhao Musheng shook her head and left. Half an hour of building up her courage couldn't compete with someone else's one fleeting moment.
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Later, at the class reunion, amid clinking glasses and endless toasts, Zhao Musheng chatted patiently and cheerfully with everyone, leaving out only Yu Bei.
Later, Yu Bei chased after her and cornered her in the stairwell, gripping her wrists with both hands. He asked, word by word, “Zhao Musheng, why do you always leave me out?”
In high school, she never teamed up with him for assignments or spoke to him alone. They hadn't even taken a photo together at graduation... Now that they'd graduated, she still left him out of the conversation...
“You're the one who's never seen me.” Zhao Musheng looked up and met Yu Bei's eyes frankly for the first time.
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I've asked myself countless times: If we could start over, would you like me? And now, at last, I know the answer.
Sensitive, fragile 24-year-old Zhao Musheng x pure, aloof 18-year-old Yu Bei
Our love means separation
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Parallel universe, with a soul swap and plenty of creative liberties.
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Blurb: Yu Wei, an up-and-coming landscape painter, comes to stay in Lishan, hoping to find inspiration in the simple country life.
But
Since arriving in this little town, her inspiration hasn't flourished, but her temper sure has.
She got sick on her very first day, the house she rented kept breaking down in one place or another, and it rained every time she went out...
After a flower shop owner named Lu Jiangye swindled her out of several thousand yuan one day, Yu Wei finally snapped and decided to fight back!
In Lishan Town, all anyone knows about Lu Jiangye is that he's an outsider who runs a flower shop. Nobody knows anything else.
Ask for details, and the townspeople look conflicted. They start by offering a few polite compliments, then sum it up:
“Lu Jiangye? He doesn't seem to have done anything bad, but he just doesn't look like a good person.”
Watching Yu Wei's retreating figure, an innocent bystander thinks, “But you don't look like a good person either.”
They're both the type to keep score over every little thing, and neither gives the other an inch.
1,
Yu Wei hired Lu Jiangye to fix up the house. Afraid he'd slack off, she deliberately sat in the courtyard with a parasol to supervise him.
As she sipped her afternoon tea, she pointed to the blazing-hot courtyard. “Mr. Lu, I'm keeping an eye on you. Don't slack off.”
“Boss Rose, if I work in this heat, you'll have to pay extra.” Lu Jiangye glanced at her, poured himself a cup of tea, and smiled suggestively. “Working now means I'll sweat. If I take my shirt off, that's a different rate.”
Yu Wei: ? Have you no shame?
2,
Everyone thought these two would spend every day at each other's throats, and the house would end up falling down. But one day, when the landlord and his employees came tremblingly to check on things,
the house wasn't just standing, it was gorgeous. And the two who'd vowed to teach each other a lesson
Lu Jiangye was tending the flowers while Yu Wei made tea, both looking perfectly at peace.
The landlord and his employees gaped. “You two are still alive?”
Lu Jiangye held a huge bouquet of roses and grinned wickedly. “Yeah. From now on, we're living here together.”
Everyone: ?
At that moment, Yu Wei's gritted-teeth voice rang out. “Lu Jiangye, don't push your luck.”
Everyone: ?? What happened?
3,
One day, an employee came to settle the books with Lu Jiangye. Looking through the fence, he saw:
The boss's nemesis, Yu Wei, was painting on the low roof in the courtyard. The boss himself sat beside the roof, a blade of foxtail grass in his mouth, one long leg bent, looking utterly relaxed.
How to describe the scene? A princess and her dog.
Employee: Sorry, boss, I'm in the wrong. You're definitely a wolf.
He approached with a heart full of remorse, then heard his lone-wolf boss say:
“Tonight I'm moving upstairs to sleep with you.”
Yu Wei scoffed. “In your dreams.”
“How can you go back on your word?”
Yu Wei stopped painting, her eyes filled with the satisfaction of finally getting revenge. “When you charged me three thousand for a single bouquet, you should've known this day would come.”
Lu Jiangye narrowed his eyes and nodded thoughtfully. Then he stood up, scrambled onto the roof, and kicked the ladder away.
“Fine, I can sleep up here from now on.”
“Lu Jiangye!” Yu Wei angrily threw down her brush.
Lu Jiangye clasped his hands together, his wicked grin unchanged, and pulled her into his arms with one hand. In a lazy voice, he said, “If I hadn't charged you three thousand, would you even remember me?”
Employee: Wow, turns out the boss was playing three-dimensional chess all along.
A landscape painter who explodes at the slightest provocation x a retired pro gamer who takes things slow
Be as strong as you like, I'm made of rebar and aluminum alloy
Theme: Study hard! Otherwise you won't have enough knowledge to travel back to high school, where you'll get scolded every day!
I'm not very clear about this. Is the plot line halfway through? If this situation continues to develop, the ending will be he, alas
If Zhou Yu speaks like this only for the sake of his friend Zhang Ying, there is nothing wrong with being a friend.
It feels like the male protagonist has fallen in love with the female protagonist, but I don't know if it's because of the second female lead or the female protagonist herself. When will the male protagonist realize that this is the female protagonist? Curious curious
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh they coming that being they being being having being being being being having being.), Is this the end? Punch in, Punch in, Punch in, Punch in, Punch in Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers?
Finished? I can't believe it! How should I put it? This is obviously a beginning or a development, but this is actually the end...
Isn't it? It's obviously the teacher's fault, so what's wrong? This middle school is really weird
The more I watch, the more strange the plot becomes.
Alas, actually, it's almost over, right? I would like to ask, will you write again after graduation? What major event happened before graduation that completely isolated them? After all, I still don't like it enough... It is true that the heroine likes the Yubei she liked in her previous life. In this life... Maybe it's just a habit. When the habit is restrained and all the enthusiasm is exhausted, it is the end of youth.
Is that too much? Why do you have to drag people down like this if they want to take pictures? If you want to take pictures yourself, won't you?
By the way, why did the author set the posting time to 19:03:03???