Many years later, Jiang Tong recalled that tired and tired autumn evening in his sophomore year. Withered leaves and yellow wind in the northeast, as I lay dead with my eyes closed, I heard a call from spring.
She opened her eyes and saw her fate.
Then the second time they met, Jiang Tong smashed a book from the tree.
She said her name was Meng Kun.
After meeting for the third time, Jiang Tong knew that Meng Kun should be Teacher Meng. Young Teacher Meng has her boyfriend.
When we met for the fourth time, Teacher Meng smiled at her and asked, "Why don't you move in with me?" Jiang Tong lay on the bed and blinked for half the night.
Later we met many, many times.
Jiang Tong has always disliked the weather in the north. The rain in the north is harsh, unpleasant, and throbbing. The plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River is rolling across the sky and the earth, and the people are crying loudly.
Finally, I didn't miss this year's rain.
Meng Kun smiled at her from the other side.
There is also a bit of snow on the tip of the nose. Jiang Tong thought.
It's realistic, but if there are settings that are inconsistent with reality, I made them up. (Kneel down)
Purpose: Looking for beauty in life