Looking from afar, the pear forest, like a fountain emerging from the ground, the snow-white pear blossoms, is a steady stream of waves, under the reflection of the sun, under the blowing of the spring breeze, jumping, dancing, white as snow, silver shining.

Tong Tiantian and Lu Lei wandered in the sea of pear blossoms, and on the crooked branches of the pear tree, the white pear blossoms were quietly open. Tong Tiantian raised her face and smiled at Lu Lei.

"Tiantian, promise me! You must be admitted to a prestigious university, and I will pay your tuition. ”

He is like a Confucian scholar, chic and handsome.

"I will do my best, and I will pay you back the tuition."

Her beauty is as pure as that of pear blossoms.

"Brother Xiao Lei, look! The white expanse, the hazy one, is really beautiful, I can't tell if it's the white elves flying? Is it a white butterfly? Or pure white pear blossoms? She opened her arms.

"I know it's always you dangling in front of me." He stood dumbfounded.

"Hehehehe...... Come on! Brother Xiao Lei! It's snowing! Strings of silver bell-like laughter came from the pear blossom forest.

The beautiful years, like the smoke of the past, just like the appearance of her youth in the past, flies by time, flowing wantonly, mentioning their original dream, which used to be the fragrance of his dream, a pear blossom ten miles......

The memories made Lu Lei smile happily, he and Tong Tiantian were 7 years apart, and he was 20 years old when Tong Tian was in his prime.

"Brother Xiao Lei, I want the biggest pear."

"Brother Xiaolei, I took the first place in the class again this time."

"Brother Xiaolei, I'm admitted to college!"

……

"Mr. Lu, because time is tight, should we go?" The assistant sincerely suggested.

He looked around nostalgically, slowly stepping back.

"The card number I gave you yesterday, pay on time every month, remember!" He told the assistant.

"Okay, Mr. Lu!"

……

At night, Tong Tiantian quietly gazed at the moonlight like water. The back under the moon is lonely, and the crying under the moon is silent. The love song composed by her and Lin Moyue was shrouded in moonlight. At that time, the moonlight was spotless. The love at that time was precipitated in the bottom of my heart. The moonlight is in love with her, she is in love with him, the summer breeze blows her soft hair, and the moonlight buries the honey-sweet memories deeply.