A free-spirited and sweet girl × a rigid and rigorous old man
Song Jinyan has never seen such a person. He knows how to set the alarm clock when cooking, and knows exactly when to put the rice in and when to cover the steamer. The vegetables cut out vary in length, and I turn around to write down some self-reflection before going to bed.
Everyone in the company frowned, and no one dared to raise their head. They would lean against the kitchen and type "Thank you, my lover, for teaching me the thirteenth method of making tofu" with a flowery and wealthy avatar on his head.
Attached picture: Something red and mushy under the dim light. Jpg
Song Jinyan: "Are you sure you're not complimenting me in reverse?"
Tang Jingchuan: "Where did the filter you used last time go?"
Song Jinyan: "..."
Tang Jingchuan has never seen such a person, who doesn't care about anything, is freer than the wind, walks alone through no man's land, and goes to the virgin forest to drink late at night. He pointed at the edge of the cliff angrily and said, "Will you jump if I ask you to jump?" The other party walked over expressionlessly and fell down without hesitation.
The class asked: "What do we live for."
She wrote on the paper, "The birthday gift for my friend is still short of 2,000. I haven't earned enough."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
They met by chance in the backstreet of a book signing, and she took away two of his cigarettes with a bun, and then a bizarre fire brought the two of them under the same roof.
He said, "Yanyan, you have all the freedom and you never need me to give it to you."
She was rough and raw, and the only love words she ever said in her life were, "Tang Jingchuan, I will always die just for myself, and I can live one more day for you."
The two-way redemption of two weirdos.
HE, HE, HE.
Intention: Be yourself and someone will love you