Love blooms, love is difficult to copy

With my life, I will accompany you to squander

Hold until the stars fall

——Zhang Bichen (Time Brush and Ink)

...

Liang Luo, a college student who was forced to move out of her home, may be what others say, a child without a mother is like a grass, since her father continued the strings, she is also like a rag, she is dirty to throw anywhere, and occasionally she has to pick it up and wipe it, and after nine years, Ai Ai finally chose to get rid of it.

Lu Xingheng, the son of the richest real estate tycoon, the only son, you can imagine the weight of these two words, coupled with his handsome and extraordinary appearance, he will be praised and reported by the media from time to time, and with his unique conditions, he has the title of national male god.

is so far apart, if you want to say that the two people are similar, maybe they both rely on pens to eat.

Liang Luo dreams of becoming a cartoonist and shining on his own small planet.

Lu Xingheng is already a well-known architect, and what he wants is great buildings designed by him all over the world.

Qiongxiang City

In the hot July and August, two people who have nothing to do with each other meet in the middle of the night when they were originally quiet and noisy.

In the dark night, the person in the bed rolls over, sits up, covers his head, exhales, and so on.

It's not that she can't sleep, it's too noisy on the other side.

On the top floor of a one-staircase, two-family apartment building, the sound of music pierced through the walls and hovered in the room.

Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it!

Liang Luo was wearing a sleeveless short skirt, turned around and put on a thin coat, and knocked on the opposite door.

Fate is sometimes so unpredictable, she thought that there should be a social person like a cow, a ghost, a snake and a god inside the door, but she didn't want to be a dormant gentleman and mistook her youth.

...

— Four years later

- Anime Festival, manga book signing

At the booth, the delicate-looking little woman covered her mouth with the back of her hand and yawned, "Hmm... Sansan, do we still have to sit here all the time? ”

The animation festival is held once a year, and there are more than 100,000 people in the hall today, but there are very few people looking for her to sign an autograph.

"Sister Luoluo, Mr. Xin finally helped us win the booth, if we leave in advance, Lin Mimi, who is diagonally opposite, will definitely find an opportunity to laugh at us."

Lin Mimi, her college classmate, the existence of a rival, compared with her in all aspects of school, and I don't know what good luck she has taken after entering the society, every issue of the comic is widely loved by the public, and she is still an unknown little painter on the street.

Liang Luo leaned lazily on the backrest, his beautiful eyes as clear as waves staring at the endless queue diagonally opposite.

"You see how stiff she smiles, is it just hyaluronic acid?"

"Oh my God, is that coquettish? Affectation! ”

"Hmm, the clothes are already low-cut enough and dragged down, it's so spicy!"

Xu Shanshan, "......"

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Liang Luo felt that his ass was going to sit down, "Sansan, the hall is so big, I want to go and see it." ”

"Eh, Sister Luoluo, someone will come over later..."Before the words were finished, the figure was already drowned in the crowd.

Yes, she will sign it again later, in Sister Luoluo's words, anyway, no one knows what Liang Luo looks like, and who signed it is not.

Liang Luo looked around along the flow of people, she was looking for the booth of the idol Linai, and I don't know if he came, a god like him shouldn't be free to participate in this kind of non-international animation festival, right?

"Eh, look, freshly baked hot!"

The crowd in the long queue was bored, bowing their heads and swiping their mobile phones one by one.