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Ding Hexi clutched the oolong white peach candy wrapper and met her light at the end of the examination room. The girl whose parents were divorced grew up in the loving care of her grandparents, until Zhou Linye turned around and handed over the sweet and bitter candy. He was like the spot of light leaking from the sycamore tree, illuminating the love letters she had secretly hidden in her compositions that she dared not send, and leading her to cross the threshold of Qingwu School. When her biological mother came back with a plan, she learned to exchange her sweet smile for tuition fees, but she still dared not touch the beating heartbeat under the boy's school uniform. The subjects of liberal arts and science are like Dao Yinhe. He is intertwined with the school beauty in the science class, and she is drowning in mathematical formulas in the liberal arts papers. The fist he blocked in the spring rain burned into the 39.2°C secret love incurable disease in the medical record. What separates Zhejiang University and National People's Congress is not only the ticket, but also the unsent advertisement in the stolen WeChat account. Six years later, they met again by the Qingwu River. He was wearing a suit and leather tie and said he was getting married. She used alcohol to tear open the old scars, but she saw that the bride's eyebrows were very much like the girl who was holding a candy wrapper. After ten years of rushing undercurrents, she finally understood Zhou Linye's gentleness that always turned his back to the sun - some white peach oolong candy, sweet on the tip of the tongue, destined to turn into bitter wine in the throat. And the heavy rain that I was caught in when I was young will eventually evaporate into clouds in time and turn into gold-plated tears on other people's wedding invitations.