The secret love of youth is like a sour persimmon, with a hint of sweetness like a rose flower, and as calm as a reed swamp, but beneath the calm there are turbulent waves.
"Brother, my parents don't want me to come here." The seven-year-old girl stuttered and cried.
"From now on, your name will be Bai Yuhan. Don't be afraid, I will take you home."
Bai Yuyan clearly knew that he was still a child, so he held her in his arms and comforted her like an adult.
Bai Yuhan looked at his drunk brother and secretly kissed him on the lips.
But what she didn't know was that Bai Yuyan didn't fall asleep that night, but was sober and drowning in alcohol.
"Happy birthday, brother."
Bai Yuhan is abroad, and the international text messages he sent are like nothing.
After a long while, Bai Yuhan finally made a shaky call: "Brother..."
"Sister, your brother went to take a shower. If you have anything to say, just tell me." Guan Yu answered the phone with a sarcastic tone, "You are so short of a man that you have to call me in the middle of the night?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything else..." - And the only response she received was a beep.
Ten years later, Bai Yuhan returned to China again.
"Brother, you said you would get married at the age of thirty. Happy wedding." Bai Yuhan's eyes no longer looked timid.
"I wish us a happy wedding." Bai Yuyan looked at her and said.
This time, she was no longer a secret admirer, but could legitimately stand next to him.
Note, this is pseudo-orthopedics, and some of the storylines are adapted from real stories of friends around me.
Purpose: Your period from eighteen to twenty-eight is a matter of no hesitation, while hers from eighteen to twenty-eight is a matter of weighing the pros and cons.