Boring product
My areas of expertise are jokes and stream-of-consciousness short stories. Please forgive me for my limited writing style.
Protagonist: Zhang Qingan and Qin Shengnian
Time: 1922, Location: Shanghai
What kind of sparks will arise between the vice president of the "lower class" newspaper and the little "detective" from the upper class?
In fact, it is my OC, written to complete the settings.
Introduction:
Early that summer, two curved lines intersected.
They are entangled together, criss-crossing, intertwining to form a rain that can only be felt now.
One year, three years, five years, seven years.
What do you get when you add odd numbers? What do you get when you multiply even numbers?
Will it snow in Shanghai this year?
Will we still be together this year?
"That year the wind blew through the leaves and opened the window lattice.
The cool wind blows the bell, and the bells ring in the ears.
In the middle reaches of the Bichuan Lake, I am alone and helpless.
The snow falls silently, how much love is buried beneath it? "
"Little teacher, you are so kind in every aspect."
"Stay with me today."
"I've never seen snow like that. What's the snow like in the north?"
"Then come home with me this year, and I will take you to see the snow in Shandong."
"What Huanxin wants to say, only if you say it can I know. What do you think?"
"But I said, I like you. As long as I see you, my mind won't move."
Update whenever I think of it.
Not really.
Intention: Be positive, young man