In the afternoon when he was eighteen years old, Guo Jingluo, who was sitting awkwardly on the ground installing a mop, suddenly felt a force. The girl raised her head, and a beam of light shone on the boy's face. She didn't even see his face clearly, but her heart was filled with the boy. From then on, her dull life suddenly had meaning.
Later, he really became her husband, and they respected each other as guests. Guo Jingluo's full love was consumed by trivial matters one after another. In the eyes of outsiders, he was a good husband who was loyal, gentle and polite. She thought he had such a character until she saw him smiling happily at his ex-girlfriend.
Only then did she understand that he was calm and restrained in front of her, but he just didn't love her. She loved his wanton and cheerful youthful appearance, but it was as if his teenage years had been given to another girl.
Guo Jingluo turned her head, and she began to hesitate, whether she fell in love with Ye Zhe or the sunshine that day.
She left simply, leaving only a note
"The sound of bagpipes left the pavilion at night. You are heading towards Xiaoxiang and I am heading towards Qin."
Ye Zhe didn't understand poetry, he only knew that the girl who was full of him was gone. Only then did he realize that his love for her was like light rain, silent, but only waiting for the heavy snow to pour in the cold weather.
So friends saw that the model couple who were once the most compatible and respectful couple not only got divorced, but their temperaments also changed drastically. Guo Jingluo, who was originally elegant and dignified, left as soon as he could, experiencing the romance of the world, holding the breeze and the bright moon in his arms, and tasting fine wine and beautiful women.
Dr. Ye, who had always been cold and self-possessed, suddenly looked like an abandoned daughter-in-law, cowardly but shamelessly following Guo Jingluo with red eyes.
Later, people saw that the corners of his eyes were red, and he passionately but restrainedly kissed her forehead, "Lovesickness is only on the lilac branches and the cardamom tips."
I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turns out that it's not like I am a teenager. Fortunately, I love you the same whether you are a teenager or not.
A university teacher who loves poetry and is a well-behaved person on the surface but free and rebellious on the inside
Chasing his wife at the crematorium is related to the character of the male protagonist
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