That was the first time Wen Zhu really saw Fang Yuqing. He frowned slightly, his side face was soft and full of lines, his slender white hands were stroking the paper covered with notes, his thin body rose and fell evenly with his breathing, his voice was warm and permeable, and his clean and pure temperament and his whole person were like the white snow of the late winter plateau, which could be seen at a glance and endlessly.
On the final day, the crew had a dinner. There was a park next to the road. There were not many flowers at this time of year, and the branches were empty and stretched toward the sky. Ahead is a stone bridge, and the gentle sound of the river flows down. Wen Zhu walked up and down the steps with the large procession. His back appeared vaguely from the intertwined branches. His figure was slender and slender. His faint melancholy was diluted by his own cleanliness. He listened to others talking with a gentle smile. He was like a painting that spreads the fragrance of ink as the book unfolds. Someone was setting off fireworks in the surrounding neighborhoods, and which family was taking advantage of the auspicious occasion to hold a happy event. The fireworks were gorgeous, Wen Zhu looked forward, and Fang Laoqing walked under the fireworks with a smile. Following the light, she saw the four seasons, and the fragrance flowed with the air.
After not seeing each other for two years, Fang Laoqing and Wen Zhu met openly at the vegetable market in an ordinary town.
"Wen Zhu, are we still friends?"
"Always."
The wind passed between them gently, and it saw two smiling faces.
*The story is purely fictitious and should not be taken seriously, any resemblance is purely coincidental.
1. Reasonable star-chasing girl (once) x actor, 11 years apart
2. The background of the story is 2017 (I turned over the draft paper and wrote an outline in 1617... Um...
3. Open ending
4. Please forgive me for the poor writing style.
Purpose: Gentle and beautiful people deserve to be loved