Perhaps one evening a few years later, he and Jiang Wanyue were holding each other's hands and walking slowly. The evening breeze blew over their faces and blew away a few strands of hair. They walked like this until they reached the plum tree that had lived for who knows how long. It was spring again, the most romantic season for Li Hua. He seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped and turned to look at the woman beside him.
"Jiang Wanyue," he said briskly, as if he wanted to share an interesting thing, "the first time I saw you, I was standing at the entrance of the alley, and you were standing under this plum tree. I saw you catching Ah Fu and hugging his hair. Do you know what I was thinking at that time?"
He smiled and tucked the broken hair on the woman's forehead behind her ears, gently and lovingly, "I was thinking, Lao Zhang really didn't lie to me. It turns out that someone really shines in my eyes."
The author's primary school student's writing style is written in a running account style, with poor logic and lack of professional knowledge. If you don't like it, please don't criticize it. If there are any mistakes, you can politely correct them and I will try my best to correct them.
Intention: People who watch it feel warm in their hearts