Love Is Like Water in a Sponge

["Paper and Pen and Good Weather" is now available, please collect it] Copywriting of this article: The eldest lady/the male protagonist chasing after him/brothers in Shura field/the female supporting character on the emotionless line In the early stage, women chase men: charming and charming x arrogant In the later stage, a man chases a woman: He pulls his sister with cold eyes and is able to bend and stretch Two people fall in love with four people. 1. Liang Qiushou could not remember clearly his first impression of Tan Ju. I just remember that she seemed to be standing by the window sill on the second or third floor. Through the window lattice with Jiangnan characteristics, the first thing she saw was the willow tree with thousands of silk ribbons hanging down in the back courtyard, and then Tanju stood under the tree. He held the phone to his ear with one hand and was making a call. The weather was so dull that it was almost raining, and the green was so dark that the picture became cold. Perhaps it was the humid and sultry subtropical climate. Standing on a high place, waving her fan to drive away the heat, she suddenly felt that his lonely and solemn profile in this scene was like a stroke of genius. There was a muffled thunderclap above his head, and the dark sky seemed to announce that a downpour was coming. He paused while talking and looked up. Liang Qiushou stood in the direction where he subconsciously looked, stunned for a moment, as if there was wind blowing in his ears. However, there were so many handsome men in Jiangcheng that Liang Qiushao quickly forgot about this scene. 2. When spring and summer transition, the temperature suddenly rises, and friends organize a group to go skiing to cool down. The address was chosen as a closed man-made ski resort on a mountain, and the next day news came that Tan Ju's father had suffered a heart attack. It rained heavily overnight and the road down the mountain was not easy to walk. It happened that only Liang Qiu took off the cross-country road. Liang Qiushou was not familiar with people, and his sympathy was not strong. He just felt a little compassion when he heard the news. He picked up the car keys and walked over, spreading his palms: "Here." The atmosphere was stagnant. Tan Ju had just come down from the snow field and was taking off his helmet while wearing a pair of black gloves. He followed the voice and lowered his eyebrows. It turns out that someone really drove off-road by such a coincidence. The corner of his mouth curled up for a moment, and then he quickly omitted it inadvertently: "There was no need to collect the body." His voice was calm, and he raised his head as he spoke, his sharp eyes suddenly piercing her eyes: "Who asked you to not even give me an excuse?" He pulled off his gloves neatly and raised his hand. I don't know if it was his fingertips or the key that touched Liang Qiu's palm. Unlike the last time he was exposed to the scorching heat in the open air, this time there was an artificial ice and snow field behind him, and it was completely white. He was wearing black clothes and black trousers, and the strong temperament between his brows mixed with the cold air. It was natural and unruly. 3. Miss Autumn Harvest has been having trouble chasing someone recently. She complained to her best friend that her foot was injured, and even talked coquettishly to him, but he didn't reply. The best friend looked at the chat history, crying and moaning all over the screen, and pondered for a long time: "It looks very pitiful. It stands to reason that no man would not care about me." Zhang Qiushou crossed his legs and his temper was already rising: "Then what's the problem? I said this bitch doesn't know what's good and what's good!" The best friend swiped up to see the picture and took a picture of her with his phone: "If the injury you are referring to is not a mosquito bag and you don't post this 'Oh Shetfak' emoticon." -- Double C, two years difference in age Not counting the wife-chasing crematorium, just a sweet article Intention: spitting