After many years, Lin Zimo stepped into this bar again. The man she longed for was sitting in the crowd puffing away his face, his face becoming clearer in the smoke. This man was so good-looking. She walked to the bar and stared at him with a savage gaze. He looked at her through the smoke. His eyes slowly changed from shock to disappointment, and finally turned into a self-mockery at the corner of his mouth. He knew that he must be drunk, otherwise why would that person appear in front of him? He raised his glass again and drank it all in one gulp: It was better to get drunk, at least he could see her again.
Feeling sad in her heart, she walked to him, put her arms around his neck, sat on his lap, and stroked his eyebrows: Teacher Lu, your eyebrows are so beautiful. He was shocked when he heard the sound, and his body became stiff. He looked at her through the smoke, disbelief flashed in his eyes, his pupils turned red, and slowly seemed to be filled with mist. She called him: Lu Siming, I'm back.
Suddenly, he snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, stretched out his hands to hold her face, squeezed it childishly, then lowered his head and said "ha", as if he was extremely angry, but also seemed to be ecstatic. He suddenly raised his head and leaned over, kissing her lips eagerly. She moved her hands to his waist, hugged him tightly, and returned his enthusiasm.
Intention: The phoenix tree is silent, but the phoenix comes naturally.