In the midwinter of 2008, Changnan received its heaviest snowfall in ten years.
Fuyuan Temple was eroded by the sudden snow. Lin Yunduo put the cap on his pen and looked away. The boy next to him covered the postcard tightly.
"What did you write, so mysterious?" Lin Yunduo didn't understand.
Li Jinyang smiled wantonly, the winter wind whistled across his face, and his black hair was twisted and fluttering. Under the white snow, his wantonness was more dazzling than the shining snow.
"I'll tell you after the college entrance examination." His clear eyes were slightly bent, "Lin Yunduo, have you ever thought about what it will be like ten years from now?"
The girl shook her head.
"Then send the letter to yourself ten years from now." Li Jinyang threw her letter into the time mailbox.
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Fuyuan Temple declined and fell into ruins after 2015.
Lin Yunduo thought she would never be able to solve the secret.
But 28-year-old Lin Yunduo received an anonymous letter. The familiar handwriting on the letter was vigorous and powerful. He prayed for his vision for the future, and there was no other content about her.
But she turned to the back and saw this sentence:
"Yunduo, you should be like a cloud, never afraid of crashing."
Li Jinyang, you finally wrote me a reply.
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A decadent and world-weary girl × her father is the proud son of heaven
"I also want to be loved, but I volunteer to pretend to be a hero to protect you."
——Miriam Yeung's "Courage"
[Double c double first love | sweet and sour BE | small town campus redemption | micro group portrait]
Intention: Toward the light, toward the people
