"Hello, Gu Yan."
A hand with clear meridians was placed under Deng Yao's eyes. It was very white.
The boy watched her look at him for a long time. He chuckled and leaned against the window, stroking the head of the chicken coop. He looked straight at Su Sui casually, raised his eyebrows, and signaled that he still raised his right hand to be held.
"Deng Suosuo, your hands are dirty." As soon as he finished speaking, Suosuo's right hand was held by Gu Yan.
"You're welcome and safe."
Many years later
Gu Yan hugged Suosuo from behind, blew gently into Suosuo's ear, looked at the diary open in Suosuo's hand and read aloud
"Have you ever loved someone who looked like the sunshine on Christmas morning, the little squirrels on the squirrel branches since the first snowfall, the mud splattered on the trouser legs of pedestrians on a rainy trail, and those most beautiful roses...
——Nadkov"
"Haosheng, you are the last rose in this barren land of mine."
PS: From high school to the city, love goes in both directions
Deng Yaoshu × Gu Yan
The love between a cool and funny woman × a gentle and handsome man
Note: The passage in the diary is an excerpt and not original.
Intention: Go both ways