"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees grow in front of the diseased trees."
"I fell in love with you one thousand six hundred and forty five times"
Shen Pianfan's youth was a struggle in a pond full of mud.
Fate is destiny. The miserable rain and gloomy clouds seem to be Shen Pianfan's fate. The word "bitter" runs through the journey. The word "floating life" is a thick, wet, thin and clear rain that makes Shen Pianfan sick.
Fortunately, what Shen Pianfan is best at is not accepting his fate. From the small mountain village to the center of the city, Shen Pianfan climbed up step by step, gritting his teeth.
Loneliness is like a shadow, and the rain that has been falling for sixteen years has never stopped. Shen Pianfan stood paranoid in the middle of the rainstorm until someone was willing to open an umbrella.
"Gu Chenzhou, what do you like about me?"
"I like you."
Purpose: Promote positive new ideas and strive to be a good pillar of the country