If we meet in that spring, we will stop falling in love in this spring.
In the spring of that year, Wen Wanqi met her spring. But spring passes and autumn comes, and the world changes. It won't always be spring. We will also be separated.
In fact, the stars were so bright that night, the fireworks exploded and then dissipated, and the little sparks illuminated the world, as if they had never been there before. Pretending to be drunk, she kissed him on the corner of his lips, and the fireworks disappeared, and the night returned to calm.
There is only a warm residual warmth.
Why can't I see you clearly even though I put on my glasses? It turns out that you are getting further and further away from me. I also want to move forward, because I have legs, this winding road under my feet, and the confusing lights ahead. "
Many years later, they meet again in the hot summer.
The streets of Paris are drizzled and the night sky is dark and unclear. After she bought the girl's last few roses, she didn't hold an umbrella and let the rain fall down, staining it with tiny droplets. When she got up, she bumped into a solid chest, and the cold breath flowed into her nose. The fallen roses were dependent on the rain.
"Long time no see, hello. "
"I came to you only after he died. How have you been all these years? "
"I know what you want to say. You are you; your father is your father. You are different and you don't have to apologize to me. You know I don't blame you. The only thing I blame you for is that you don't value feelings, Mr. Song. "
"You hold the umbrella, I'm leaving."
After Wen Wanqi returned to China, she stayed at home. Wen Fu and Wen's mother were mentally attacked every day, and looking for a job was put on the agenda. She applied for a secretary job, but it turned out that the boss was Song Xunqing.
See you again, Miss Mimosa.
Intention: Be positive, live up to your youth, and don't pay you any money