As the sun slowly sets, people are already coming and going by the West Lake, and there are countless young lovers in the crowd. Ji Jackdaw opens the diary in his hand. It is the first page, and the writing on it has a little yellowish halo.
"That day, when we first met, you came to our company to discuss signing a contract. You were so charming, like a blooming rose. You were wearing a sky blue shirt and a gauze skirt with a little starlight. Your dark hair was half scattered on your back. The corners of your lips were slightly raised. You were so charming and approachable that people couldn't help but jump around. You and I passed each other in the aisle and missed it. I smelled your fresh fragrance. The new deodorant and the scent of laundry detergent on your shirt can't cover it up at all. Not only your appearance, but your inner self also makes millions of people feel attracted to you. The novels you write are the belief of many people. You cover a wide range of novels, not only reasoning, but also romance and suspense. You can write more than that. "Pei Qingyan."
The owner and protagonist of the diary sat on a bench next to the West Lake, flipping through the diary.
"Ouch! I didn't expect that you already fell in love with me the first time you met me." Pei Qingyan slowly flipped through the yellowed diary with her slender hands.
"A glance of ten thousand years. Looking back on that time..." Ji Jackya looked up at the setting sun and couldn't help but think of that glance of ten thousand years.
"What do you mean? It's not new now. I'm a great writer. No, because of you, I became an actor."
Pei Qingyan also recalled how she announced to the world that she would be an actress, and then went abroad to continue her studies without saying a word.
"No, no, the heartbeat that I felt before is still there now, and it's even more intense." It's true, Ji Jackya is the kind of lover, Pei Qingyan's toothy smile, of course, she also loves him very much.
The two held hands and walked around the West Lake. Every single dog passing by would be stuffed with a mouthful of dog food.
Intent: Nothing, just an early sweet article