Zheng Dongzhi, she is a mysterious artist and a arrogant thorn rose; Lu Erbai, he is a cold prosecutor and a gentle young man. From childhood sweethearts to meeting again after a long separation, nothing short of death can make him let her go. Xiao Dong couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Lu Jian, isn't the sister you're talking about a painter?" Lu Erbai didn't answer. He got out of the car, asked Xiao Dong to wait outside, and walked towards the gallery. When he saw the large wooden sign erected at the door, he stopped and looked at the only word "Hanlin" on the wooden sign with some trance. The words were splashed with colored paint, and there was no font to speak of. They were crooked and neither pretty nor ugly, but they were exactly the same as what he remembered, and he could recognize who wrote them at a glance. The characters are hers, not much different from those she wrote on the test paper when she was seventeen, and Hanlin is the name of Zheng Lin, whose original name is Zheng Hanlin. It's her, that's right, she's really back.
Reader comments
If the author dares to separate Erbai and Winter Solstice, I will follow the Internet cable to kill you. After reading it in high school, I went to the Internet to find physical books during the college entrance examination holiday. No, every time I use a software, I will search for the shortest day in Winter Solstice.
How can I give two recommendation tickets for my favorite book in high school with a monthly pass?
If the author dares to separate Erbai and Winter Solstice, I will follow the Internet cable to kill you. After reading it in high school, I went to the Internet to find physical books during the college entrance examination holiday. No, every time I use a software, I will search for the shortest day in Winter Solstice.
How can I give two recommendation tickets for my favorite book in high school with a monthly pass?