Twenty-three-year-old Cheng Youwei is alone in a foreign land. He is young, smart, reckless and unconfident. But don't admit defeat, don't bow your head, like weeds or flowing clouds.
That year she met Shi Jiaxu, and she partly loved him and partly pitied him.
Later, she gradually understood that in this city of steel and iron, there were many things that she could not reach even if she broke through Wuzhi Mountain and climbed up somersault clouds.
Later, when she was twenty-eight years old, she backpacked alone to the city closest to Antarctica - holding a one-way ticket and thinking, she had already seen Antarctica, so love was bullshit.
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Later, it was midsummer in Beijing. In the well-air-conditioned conference room, Cheng Youwei looked at each other and shook hands.
"Wei Wei." Shi Jiaxu looked into her eyes.
Cheng Youwei thought of the bright blue coastline and Christmas in summer. Someone was sitting next to her on bonfire night and humming the song "Half Dim Sum".
*Heartless city, loving men and women.
*A little bit of sincerity is worth a thousand taels of gold
Concept: The moss flowers are as small as rice and can also be used as peonies.
