The second generation ancestor of the Beijing circle VS the female college student
It was a cold winter, with heavy snowfall.
Yao Mu climbed up Yunding Mountain alone, kowtowed to the Buddha, prayed for peace, and prayed for marriage.
By coincidence, I accidentally entered a Zen room in the temple. The person inside was wearing a thin black shirt, a handsome face, and a careless expression. He was holding a brush with his long sharp fingers and was leaning on the table copying Buddhist scriptures.
The man on the desk raised his eyes and looked at her who had entered by mistake, raised his eyebrows, and with a slight smile, his voice was warm: "Do you still remember me?"
How could she forget? She even clearly remembered how these cold white jade hands holding a writing brush opened her shoulder straps half a year ago.
In his life, Wen Songqian had only met Yao Mu, a woman who was as carefree as the falling snow. Once he had seen her, he would never forget her.
The second-class thing in their eyes is my first-class lover. *
Sentences marked with * are adapted from the Internet.
The copy has been screenshotted on 2022/09/05
Intention: Love is always free and passionate.
