Many years ago, a small town was shrouded in gray fog. The sun rose from the horizon in the south, passed through the clouds, and passed through the atmosphere. That was Chen Jingchao's light.
Chen Jingchao was naturally withdrawn. The day he was born was windy and rainy outside the window, and the weather was gloomy, which was an unlucky day. His mother was a Buddhist believer and was a bit superstitious, so she added the word "Chao" to his name, hoping that Christ from afar and the Buddha in his heart would bless his life with vigor and vitality and make the world full of light.
Until a person appeared, Xu Muyao, who was she.
She is their nanny, but he does not know that she is a spy. Chen Jingchao's father is the leader of the National Public Security Bureau, and Chen Jingchao yearns for his father's career. Although he is busy, the young man's heart gradually grows. His dream is to become a person like his father, a policeman.
Xu Muyao has been taking care of Chen's family for several years. He has taken care of Chen Jingchao since he was a child, six years apart. Until one day, she disappeared, and Xu Muyao completely disappeared when Chen Jingchao was 15 years old.
Chen Jingchao is 18 years old this year.
He is unruly and unruly, contaminated by the secular world, and is unruly.
And he is not as energetic as his name suggests. At the age of eighteen, he is a heart-throb, frivolous, energetic person, exuding the vitality of youth. On the contrary, Chen Jingchao has become a different person.
In the years after Xu Muyao left, he became more gloomy and calm.
That time she was about to escape again, and the escape ship exploded. He thought she had disappeared forever.
In the years that followed, a story circulated in Quanzhou No. 4 Middle School. Once upon a time, there was a rebellious and out-and-out bastard school bully who fell in love with someone. Although he only has one life, he was willing to die three times for her.
I remember hearing a poem a few years ago:
The wind has an appointment, and the flowers are not missed.
Year after year, I don't lose my bearings.
The setting sun and the evening breeze, morning and evening.
Purpose: Inspirational
