In Rongcheng, there is a Buddha named Zhuang Jili, who looks like an iceberg.
So when Yu Die had thoughts about him, people around her tried to persuade her, and some were waiting to see her laugh.
Yu Die doesn't believe it, but wants to give it a try
Because on my 14th birthday
Yu Die remembered that it rained heavily that night and she cried heartbreakingly.
I can't tell whether the rain on my face is rain or tears
He gave her an umbrella and told Yu Die to go home early
That startling glance when he raised his head will be remembered by Yu Die for the rest of his life.
Others called him "Ali, let's go."
Yu Die only remembers that rainy night, that umbrella, those words, and a young man named Ali
These few things became the only light in Yu Die's barren life.
Until that day
The forum of Rongcheng private high school exploded
The light was only on one side, and only the side of the man's face could be clearly seen. The eyebrows were long and the temples were long. The fair skin was glowing with a faint pink color. The peach blossom eyes were usually as deep as a cold pool, but this time they made waves.
In that photo, Zhuang Jili held a girl's waist in an extremely strong posture, as if he wanted to melt her into his own flesh and blood. He lowered his head and kissed his god devoutly like a believer.
"Yu Die, I'm easy to chase."
"I'll agree if you chase me again, okay, eh?"
Netizen 1: Ah ah ah ah ah, my Zhuang Shen! ! Why! Why!
Netizen 2: Three minutes, I want all the information about that woman
Netizen 3: Upstairs, I want to penetrate that woman's soul! ! !
Netizen 4: I'm not telling you, is there a possibility that it is the jasmine flower of Rong San Middle School - Yu Die
Netizen 5: The truth is out, sisters
Intention: I will never give up on you
