The first time he met Dong Ruan was in December, when it snowed heavily in Beijing. Lu Jinshu was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, looking at her from a distance, the little niece who only existed in the mouth of his fiancée. The convenience store boy chased her out, holding a box of condoms in his hand.
The second time I met Dong Ruan was at the Ji family's family dinner. Dong Ruan raised her eyebrows and jokingly called him uncle.
Dong Ruan is like the wind, like the thorny platycodon flower, like a wisp of breeze wrapped around the fingertips in winter, embracing, chasing and pulling Lu Junshu's unreasonable throbbing for twenty-two years. She approaches, he retreats, she clings to her, and he calmly distances herself.
On the Winter Solstice Festival in 2018, Dong Ruan hugged the swing in the yard and glanced at Lu Jinshu: "You don't want to see me so much, because you can't afford to play, or look down on me, or... You like me." Lu Jinshu opened his mouth slightly, but was rarely speechless. He eventually fell into the trap and became an obedient prey.
It wasn't until Dong Ruan disappeared and Ji's family went bankrupt that Lu Jinshu realized that she was still free after all. Like snowflakes, she melted in the palm of his hand, leaving only a trace of water, imprinted on his heart, lingering.
The eldest young master × the eldest lady
The fake white lotus heroine × the real elementary school chicken hero
Intention: Work hard and make progress every day