Copywriting:
Gentle and rational, romantic but heartless.
[The gentle and rational first love goddess vs. The really sick and possessive racing driver]
"You are so virtuous. You are so suitable to be a housewife." "You are so gentle. Whoever marries you is really lucky."
These are the words that Shen Jinting hears the most, and the words that she least understands and hates the most.
Sixteen-year-old Shen Jinting was admitted to the best model high school in the province and entered the best class. Born to be smart, Shen Jinting skipped a grade and transferred to the second grade of high school after only a few days of classes in her first year of high school. The oppression at home made her yearn for freedom and the world.
She came to Ningshi alone and lived for herself.
He Feng, a sickly rich second-generation boy, was doing well in an international middle school, but his father forced him to pay for his transfer to Class 1, Class 1, Grade 2, City No. 1 Middle School. It's not that there's something wrong with He Feng's brain. On the contrary, He Feng is very smart, but he doesn't want to be controlled at all.
Young Master He thought that high school life would be extremely boring, but he never expected that he would be unable to sleep at night.
That year, Shen Jinting stood under the national flag and read her speech, which attracted He Feng.
If there is one thing that Young Master He loves most, apart from being with Shen Jinting, it is racing cars.
She is excellent and independent, and he thinks he is inferior. She was coquettish and cute in front of him, and he was willing to do so. It's just two people who long for freedom. They happen to meet and fall in love. They swear to all living beings that they can only choose the good and love the most.
Small theater:
He Feng walked out of the smoky bar with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He leaned against the wall, reached out for a lighter, and was about to light it when a gentle but powerful word suddenly came to his ears: "I am not anyone's subordinate, I am myself. I am free, I don't need illusory love, it is fleeting and meaningless."
He Feng raised his head and looked at the place where the sound came from. A girl in a purple dress stood upright with a calm face. In front of her stood a boy with a blushing face.
These words were like the wind blowing by, blowing the girl's hair, blowing by the young man's ears, and brushing through the young man's heart. From then on, it ignited a fire that was out of control.
Later, Mr. He half-armed Designer Shen's waist, buried his head in her shoulder and neck, and said in a low voice, "Tingting, I have given all my wealth to you, I am yours."
Shen Jinting was like a little fox, with a sly smile: "Didn't Mr. He disdain money back then?"
He Feng lowered his head and smiled, and said nonchalantly: "It's disdain, but now I want my lover to be as carefree and happy. How can I do it without the ability?"
I love you like a wildfire that burns like a wildfire. The mountains embrace hundreds of rivers, and the rivers flow into the sea. They are endless and untiring.
Intention: love freedom, love yourself, love the rest of your life