雪夜缠吻

The year she met Jin Yanchen, Jian Yi was nineteen years old.

The wine glasses clinked and the lights dimmed. She asked anxiously about Jin Yanchen’s whereabouts.

The drunk guest raised his hand and pointed. On the high platform with a bright mirror, in a drunken dream of the world, was Jin Yanchen sitting there.

With his weary eyes lowered, the vodka in the glass reflected his sharp features. He threw away the cards and casually pushed the weights in front of him. Amid the cheers and excitement, he was still sober and decadent.

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In order not to drag down Jin Yanchen, Jian Yi resolutely went abroad. She would make sure that she could reach the day when she could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

On the day we separated, there was a heavy snowfall in Kyoto.

The pines were losing their color, snow was falling all over the city, the bells of Jiming Temple sounded solemn and dignified, and Jianyi respectfully lit three incense sticks.

King Kong’s eyes are angry, don’t think of anger and stupidity. But Jianyi always thinks of Jin Yanchen.

He didn’t believe in gods or Buddhas and didn’t care about the world. He held the cigarette casually between his fingertips and smiled at her casually.

Many years later, the two met again.

It was like a flashy dream. At the end of the corridor, there was a bright smell of incense and Jin Yanchen was walking towards her.

“Simple meaning. ”

It was the first time he called her name so seriously, his warm fingertips brushed under her eyes, and his tone was unusually pious.

“Don’t tell lies in front of gods and Buddhas. ”

“I, Jin Yanchen, like you. ”

Sober female college student x Beijing circle cold and gentle president

Reunion + long-lost reunion.