Introduction
The first time Ying Shengyu met Zhuang Che was on a boring snowy night.
He stood at the intersection, with the green light on the left and vehicles speeding past. The only sound left in the city was the sound of tires scraping the road.
The wind was blowing hard and the snow was blowing violently. Ying Shengyu pulled the umbrella that was about to fall apart in embarrassment.
He turned his head, and the moment he raised his eyes again, the green light turned red, and a Maybach slowly stopped.
The young man had a beautiful face, turned sideways, exhaled towards the car window, and wrote a word.
"Born".
The birth of life is also the birth of depression.
The snow falling on my shoulders is like the traces of tears that have just passed through my pupils.
Snow in Beijing is not uncommon, but Ying Shengyu gently raised the handle of his umbrella and said to the sky, "Long time no see."
Intention: When the clouds clear and the fog disperses, the snow melts and the rain stops, we can all meet ourselves.