We met each other for the first time, on a slow-moving train in a foreign country.
Later, the memory lens became foggy one after another, about Lu Zhehuai, his white shirt, and the very light smell of cigarettes.
Until finally someone left the scene, leaving only a blank space in the viewfinder.
A few years passed in circles, and Sheng Zhixia traveled to open areas with her camera, but when she came back, she was burned by several glasses of strong wine at the banquet.
Lu Zhehuai is still the same as before. He wears a crisp coat on top of his formal attire. He is very comfortable on the outside and inside, and he doesn't need to deal with others.
When asked by others, she said that they were not familiar with each other. Lu Zhehuai did not refute, but his eyes were concealed and obscure.
"Let's go now." She said nonchalantly, "There is a bad-tempered person waiting for me at home."
They were facing each other, and he caught a glimpse of a ring on her hand.
That night, Lu Zhehuai's car was parked below her apartment all night.
It was snowing in the early morning, and he leaned against the car door in the cold wind, looking up at the dots of light on the top floor, and the smoke drifted away in the wind between his fingers.
The moment the lights went out, his hands were burned by the cigarette ashes.
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●The first half is bland, more slow-heating than slow-heating. Overall not a sweet article.
●SC, each other's only, HE. There is an age difference of 4, and the heroine later devoted herself to wildlife protection.
*There are some shortcomings in the early article, thank you for your tolerance. The refined version is only available in Jinjiang
-Copywriting 2023.5.2, Revised on 6.25
Intention: Break through every shackles
