Written in the Evening Breeze

29-Year-old associate professor of meteorology × 20-year-old undergraduate student of animation and music department A story about Gao Lingyue's "old house on fire" 1, You Wanfeng came home from get off work and stood at the entrance to change her shoes. Mother came over with a smile and whispered: "Yao Yao is here." You Wanfeng nodded - she had heard the name "Yao Yao" for many years. Du Yunyao is the childhood sweetheart of You Wanfeng's younger brother You Wanzhao. You Wanfeng went to the United States to study alone since middle school, so he has always heard You Wanzhao talking on the phone: "Yao Yao she..." "Yao Yao today..." "Yao Yao and I..." But have never met each other. Until today, she was a little tired from a day of teaching. She tucked a soft white shirt into a one-line skirt and maintained an elegant posture, walking into the living room with her mother. A girl stood next to You Wanzhao. She was very thin and had no makeup. Her long, clear hair was spread over her fair shoulders: "Hello, sister." You Wanfeng thought inexplicably - that girl is like a cloud. A cold but soft cloud. 2. Out of childhood guilt, You Wanfeng thought that she could give her brother anything. Unexpectedly, when she was a guest bartender at a friend's bar, wearing a black backless T-shirt and shaking a shaker, Du Yunyao was waiting for her to get off work at the door of the bar. She changed back into her shirt and one-line skirt and walked out of the bar. Du Yunyao's expression was indifferent, but his soft fingertips were close to her slender waist: "You even dare to chase a tornado, but you never dare to look into my eyes." You Wanfeng felt sweat forming on his spine under his shirt. She squinted her eyes slightly and felt Du Yunyao's fingers climbing around her waist. Further on the roadside, her brother's Porsche was parked there with double flashes. *I am not in a romantic relationship with my younger brother. My younger brother is cannon fodder. 1V1, he (2024.4.3 Archive) Intention: Facing oneself