This article will be overhauled, and the overall setting content will be changed. I haven't written what I wanted to write, and I hope to present better works!
[Baby passing by, can you please use your little hand to make a fortune? Don't be stingy in collecting and commenting, [Author Star Eyes] [Crying Face]]
Her parents divorced, and Xiangyu became the redundant one. Her childhood haven was her father's legal obligation, and it was her sitting on the field road in her hometown in the countryside, watching and waiting day after day.
Xiangyu did not fight or grab, was humble and submissive, and was always afraid of causing trouble to others. The only exception was when she agreed to stay at Teacher Chen's house for the Spring Festival. She will always remember that New Year's Eve, with thousands of lights and fireworks blooming in the sky, and Teacher Chen's embrace being very warm.
As expected, it was unexpected. She didn't know how she provoked the eldest son of the landlord's family. He was angry for no reason. The key was that she didn't know what she was angry about, and the look in her eyes was strange. Finally, she couldn't help but ask him: "Are you angry with me? How did I provoke you?"
At that time, Nian Yiheng said harshly: "I'm angry with myself."
Xiangyu was dubious and could only regard it as true.
In the second semester of the sophomore year, the School of Art and the School of Business held a friendly basketball match. Xiangyu was caught by his roommate Xia Qingqing, and temporarily went to the cheerleading team to save the situation. Unexpectedly, a junior from the School of Art asked for WeChat, and Xiangyu was too embarrassed to refuse.
That evening, as the orange sunlight gradually engulfed the horizon, Nian Yiheng blocked Xiangyu in the square pavilion behind the school, passionately kissed the girl in front of him, and whispered: "Don't mess with me anymore."
Reading Guide
1. The heroine's character is not perfect because of her family of origin and she will grow up.
2. Sweet text, he
Concept: Love is armor, resisting the wind and sand