In other words, from kindergarten to high school, Lu Yongheng was known as a school boy, but he had an annoying tail behind him.
Many people have laughed at Liang Jie for being blind, but Lu Yongheng will not let go of everyone who says something bad about Liang Jie.
The tall boy arched his waist, his back molars tightened. Lu Yongheng's sharp eyebrows stared at the gossip: "I just like her, can I care?"
Turning around, his blue school uniform coat moved. Liang Jie raised her gray eyes, biting the corners of her lips, and timidly pulled the corner of his clothes: "Lu Yongheng, I, let's go."
Although she longed to smell the laundry detergent on the collar of this man's school uniform forever, Liang Jie still broke up with her.
It rained heavily that night, and her sensitive hearing was more afraid of thunder than others. She hurriedly touched the handrail and went downstairs. Her knees were red and swollen from the fall. When she opened the door, she could only bite her lip and say in a trembling voice: "Go back, we broke up."
"Liang Jie!" She couldn't see Lu Yongheng's figure, nor his dripping hair. She could only hear a heavy voice hitting her feet: "Liang Jie, I won't go. I can't bear to leave you."
"No," before she finished speaking, Liang Jie was locked in the arms of the cold Lu Yongheng. The soaked white shirt dampened Liang Jie's clothes. The young man's face came closer and bit the corner of Liang Jie's lips viciously. In the rainy day, the two of them shared a wet kiss. After they separated, his big hands went up his back to cover Liang Jie's gray eyes.
He murmured pointedly: "Don't think about it."
Later, the two met again
A second ago, in front of all the railway engineers, the man's face was full of pride, and he introduced a little shyly: "This is the most important person in my life, Liang Jie, a researcher at the Institute of Geology, Chinese Academy of Sciences."
The next second, the door was slammed, and Lu Yongheng stepped forward, pinched her thin shoulders, and rubbed his sharp jaw: "No, tell your work unit that I don't agree, and replace me."
Intention: There is always a north wind in the world, filling my hundreds of dreams