There is no turning back in Minjiang River
When he was eighteen years old, Chen Lie and Shen Yu lost a bet in their dormitory.
He held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled: "Young pretty girl from Zhejiang, do you dare to kiss one?"
On a humid summer night, two teenagers exchanged a first kiss that smelled of tobacco under a mosquito net.
Seven years later, he posted a marriage certificate on his WeChat account. The bride had eyes that looked exactly like Shen Yu's.
Shen Yu became the most punctual guest at the class reunion - flying two thousand kilometers every year, under the guise of "class reunion", but actually just for Chen Lie
Until a rainstorm night when Chen Lie pushed Shen Yu into the bathroom of a hot pot restaurant: "Shen Yu, do you come back every year just to torture me?"
Shen Yu counted the white hair on his temples and laughed: "The joke was too big back then."
Chen Lie finally couldn't hold it back and kissed Shen Yu's lips fiercely. His heavy breathing and uncontrollable moans sounded like the surging waves of the Min River.
At this time, Chen Lie's son's knock came from outside the glass door: "Dad, are you crying in there?"
Intention: Realistic and sadistic