South Wind and Fog

Next Door "Mr. Rose Has Bloomed" Falling in love with Shen Fangyi was the most unconventional thing Chen Porridge ever did. She put on his white shirt and imitated him, putting half a cigarette into her mouth. He grabbed the hand that was hanging on the edge of his suit jacket, took back the cigarette that was not in her mouth, put it into his mouth, and smiled wiltedly, "If you don't learn anything bad, learn the bad thing." She extinguished the fireworks with him, her lips indifferent, lying on the floor-to-ceiling window of the high-rise building and watching the couples getting married opposite the school, the boy carrying the girl's cherry blossoms that fell to the ground in shock, and asked innocently, "Shen Fangyi, do you have a bicycle?" He was silent in the shadow behind the curtain, raised his head, and his throat rolled, still charming and dangerous: "There are quite a lot of cars in my garage, you can choose whatever you want, as for the bicycle—— He smiled softly, but his tone was gentle and doting, as if coaxing a simple girl, "I really don't." Chen Porridge laughed along with him. Later, when she reached the age of twenty-one, she never stepped into the penthouse suite that once towered into the clouds and kept her bright every night. * Many years later, she stood on the other side of the ocean and listened to the voices of children who were just beginning to learn Chinese at the Confucius Institute: "The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou." I vaguely remembered that he came to her from thousands of miles away in the heavy fog, stood under the eaves of a low roof, and said to her with a smile in the years of fireworks———— "Whisk the dust and sweep away the dirt, and the fireworks will always be new." "Xiao Zhou, I wish you happiness and peace every year." Eight years difference in age -He- "The south wind knows my will and blows my dreams to Xizhou." From "Xizhou Song" ——Advance payment for the same type of year———— The day Ye Sang first met Shen Qian, she was dragging a sack of luggage from a border town to Changjing to study. She unexpectedly met Shen Qianyu at the street corner, who was wearing black clothes and smoking. She asked him where there was a house for rent nearby. On a snowy night, the little girl was as thin as a stick. Shen Qianyu was probably bored after drinking, so he held a cigarette and accompanied the little girl to find a house in that dilapidated alley for the night. Later, he rented his apartment to her. Ye Sang thinks Shen Qianyu is a nosy rich kid When they met again, Ye Sang auditioned with a group of actors. After the banquet, they followed the big shots and took their seats. In the smoke, Shen Qianyu crossed his legs and followed the casting director next to him to offer a cigarette, but he still didn't lower his head. He just looked at her briefly and said, "Sangsang, come here and sit next to me." Everyone immediately changed their attitude towards her and invited her to take a seat. Only then did she realize that he was not only a nosy rich kid, but also a very valuable person in Changjing City. After the drinking party, he sat in the car and slowly rubbed the back of her neck. Ye Sang Hanmao stood on his head, his eyebrows dull but contradictory: "Sit next to me from now on, okay?" At the beginning, he said that both of them had the right to break up, and the other party could not entangle them. When Ye Sang was about to pull away, he remained silent, and his face that was always calm was stained with a slight sullenness: "How can you play with them without me? Have you thought about it?" She was silent. "Speak. I, Shen Qianyu, will only ask once." He was unusually harsh. She bit her lip and said, "I've thought about it." After she finished speaking, she returned it to him along with his key. He took the key, threw it away along with the half-finished cigarette, and walked away. When we met again, she won the Newcomer Award and was led down the red carpet by the popular CP actor. The person hiding in the darkness pulled her wrist hard, and saw the face in his memory that he could never forget. The anger that had arisen was suppressed again. He sighed: "Sangsang, what's wrong with my treatment of you?" Intention: Overcome thorns and grow independently