The first time we met, at the university, the green branches and leaves were swaying, and the steamer-like temperature wanted to expose all the heat in the heart.
Jiang Yan and Qiao Nan were supposed to be two parallel lines that would never intersect, running on their own tracks.
At first glance, the stars in Jiang Yan are overshadowed by the moon, and the proud man of heaven is known to everyone. Qiao Nan is quiet and reserved, lost in the crowd.
She had seen love letters being stuffed next to him, seen his romance, and had accidentally glimpsed the boy's bent back.
At the party, wine glasses were exchanged and the lights were feasting. The spotlight flickered, Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, leaned close to his ears, and opened his lips slightly: "Where is the wet puppy? Do you want it?"
When we met again, the rain was pouring down, the neon lights on the street became hazy in the rain, and passers-by were holding umbrellas and walking in a hurry.
Looking up, he saw a pair of dark, emotionless eyes. Whether it was because of the heavy rain or something else, his aura was low and cold, pressing down on Qiao Nan step by step.
Jiang Yan appeared at this moment, the rain stopped at that moment, the noise of the traffic in his ears suddenly fell silent, Qiao Nan's throat tightened, the sound of her heart beating seemed to be deafening, and the emotions that had been buried for two years collapsed in an instant.
Pressing forward step by step, Qiao Nan's smooth white shoes were stained with sewage on the ground, and she retreated under the eaves of the bakery.
There was silence, tick-tock, tick-tock, the sound of the second hand of the electronic watch on Jiang Yan's hand turning. Qiao Nan swallowed, soothed his tight throat and said hoarsely: "There will always be someone to adopt a wet dog, and it doesn't have to be me."
Intention: Go in both directions to pursue dreams and youthful spirit