I have a rational and cool sweetheart, the kind of person who, in retrospect, looks like a school idol drama.
"Then, then, you always liked him and there was no story?"
"No," I answered my friend simply after taking a bite of the barbecue.
What I mean by "no" is that we later got married and then divorced.
At a bustling food stall in the city, I suddenly began to think: If I die, I won't lose contact, right?
Chen Ang and I are simply not from the same world.
"Why are you here?" I tried my best to keep my expression as dull and ordinary as when he was young.
"I read a novel and wanted to know if someone really thought that way."
Zhao Yijing is the trumpet in the world, and Chen Ang is the wood in the world.
But in fact, everyone cannot live independently and proudly.
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"Open your mouth," Lao Chen said to Xiao Chen Ang. He has always been very trustworthy about his son. This son's temperament and personality are completely different from his, which is really worrying.
But the way Chen Ang pursed his lips now made it hard not to suspect that he had been drugged.
Xiao Chen Ang didn't speak. He frowned and patted the sink and spit out the contents of his mouth.
Fruity saccharine smell - Zhao Yijing's little girl always has this smell in her films.
Then there is the inexplicable lunch box...
Then his sensible and outstanding son suddenly argued with him about taking tutoring classes...
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Many years later, when my son suddenly asked me for my household registration book. Lao Chen realized later that Zhao Yijing had already poured the ecstasy of love into this little piece of wood.
How did she put it in the words of her high school teacher?
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, Zhao Yijing, even wood can be bloomed by you."
[Mainly growth direction, female protagonist's perspective, dual timelines, there will be small twists and turns in the middle]
Purpose: Discuss the sensibility and rationality in love?