Kissing on a snowy night
When he met Jin Yanchen, Jian Yi was nineteen years old. The staggered plans, the lights and shadows were panicked, and she asked about Jin Yanchen's whereabouts in a panic.
The drunken guest raised his hand and pointed, on the high platform of the mirror, in the drunken dream of Hongchen, Jin Yanchen was sitting there.
Under the tired eyes, the vodka in the cup reflected his sharply defined face, he threw the card, pushed the weight in front of him at will, and in the cheers and joy, he was still awake and sunk.
------ in order not to drag Jin Yanchen down, Jian Yi resolutely went abroad, and she would let herself reach the day when she could stand side by side with him.
On the day of the separation, it snowed heavily in Kyoto. The green pines are falling, the snow is falling all over the city, the bell of the Jiming Temple is serious and solemn, and the three pillars of incense are simply and respectfully.
King Kong is angry, don't be angry. But Jian Yi always thinks of Jin Yanchen. He didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, and he didn't love the world, so he casually held a cigarette between his fingertips and smiled at her.
Years later, the two reunited. It's like a flashy dream, the incense at the end of the corridor is flourishing, and Jin Yanchen just walked towards her.
"Concise." It was the first time he had called her name so earnestly, his warm fingertips brushing her eyes, and his tone was rarely reverent.
"Don't tell lies in front of gods and Buddhas."
"I, Jin Yanchen likes you." Sober female college student x cold and gentle president of the Beijing circle broke the mirror and reunited + reunited after a long absence