Dingdong ~

Cang Sanliang's cell phone rang.

But he didn't have time to watch it because the last bus No. 2 was about to miss it.

He didn't want to read it either because he knew it must be the "combination WeChat" sent by his ex-girlfriend.

I've divided all the points, so why are you still nostalgic for?

What about the rest of my life?

At worst, it’s with the left hand of gold.

Just ten minutes ago, Cang Sanliang, a junior in the Chinese Department of German University, broke up peacefully with his ex-girlfriend by the Meihua River.

Today's solar term is heavy snow.

The wind by the river was so cold that it exploded, and the night was as dark as ink.

The weather forecast says it may snow today, although the snow is coming much later than before.

Cang Sanliang's whole body was shaking, not really cold.

But it was not as good as the ex-girlfriend's eyes when he looked at him, and of course it was not as good as the ex-girlfriend's decisive words.

"Cang Sanliang, everything in the past is just a misunderstanding of beauty. We have held hands, enough!"

Cang Sanliang looked at the river, without saying a word, his face was angular, but his eyes were too bright.

He had a premonition that his ex-girlfriend would have to make a big mess recently, but he didn't expect it to be such a tragic bad news.

However, he was not heartbroken.

As early as a month ago, my ex-girlfriend had hinted that it had not been less than ten times. Recently, there was a young and rich handsome senior brother who attacked her very fiercely.

Just be fierce, just fall, fall, can he still compare these with the other party?

Cang Sanliang is just an orphan.

The admission to university depends on donations from talent and enthusiastic people.

He remembers what others are doing to him.

The thin 32k soft copy has been written by him for a whole page, all of which are someone's donation records.

He originally wanted to meet the donor for the last time today, because the donor suddenly contacted him and said that he wanted to see him alive at the last moment of his life.

However, he suddenly received a date message from his ex-girlfriend, saying that there was something important to talk about.

He came out of nowhere and left easily.

Their understanding was indeed a bad fate.

It mainly comes from the talent show during the military training of the first year of the first year.

That's right, Cang Sanliang is still very immature, and his ex-girlfriend is also very immature.

He read a poem and became fascinated by convenience.

That poem says this:

That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not for the sake of the audience, but for the warmth of yours;

In that life, I would turn mountains, waters and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way;

At that moment, I ascended to become an immortal, not for immortality, but for your peace and joy...

He didn't understand why the other party was obsessed with him, although the other party claimed at first because of his talent, but later he said he was blind.

However, he knew that the breakup between the two was like a river flowing to the end, either entering the sea or turning into a waterfall.

A decisive person does not need regrets.

Cang Sanliang walked quickly along the riverside embankment, with bright headlights and powerful engine roaring behind him.

She left, sitting in the Porsche Cayenne.

The cold wind blew against him. Fortunately, he didn't feel that the HaiLan Home down jacket that he had been wearing for three years.

He even has a sense of happiness that is "goose, goose, so warm".

Because, this blue down jacket was also sent to him by the caring donor.

However, the other party obviously did not understand Cang Sanliang's height and size.

Three years ago, Cang Sanliang was only 1.75 meters tall, but now he has grown to 1.83 meters tall.

People often say, twenty-three, jumped violently.

Cang Sanliang just turned 20 today and finished his height in advance.

Fortunately, the down jacket sent by the donor was just right this year.

Yes, he is an orphan, but he remembers his birthday.

It is said that when he was thrown in the orphanage, there was a card in the cradle with his name written on it.

The card was printed with a red plum blossom pattern, which was the card he was holding in his hand at this moment.

Dongdongdongdongdong~

He finally arrived at the Meihuajiang Station before 10 o'clock in the evening, and the bus seemed to have not arrived yet.

Under the orange street lights, the red plum blossom pattern shines with a warm luster.

Suddenly, something cold seemed to fall into his neck.

He touched it and it was water.

He looked up and saw the fine white snowflakes dancing under the street lights, just like the dandruff of a roommate who had not washed his hair for many days.

He quickly retreated to the platform to prevent the card from getting wet, and he also cushions and steps.

"The car is not here yet?"

The snow seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was strong, so the small bus stop could not completely protect him.

Cang Sanliang poked his head out again, and there was still no beam of light coming from the headlights on the left.

Huh ~

He exhaled, white and long.

On the long eyelashes, there were snowflakes hanging, and a pretty face was a bit haggard.

I have been working hard recently and I often sleep very late.

He has been posting some online novels on a certain platform in the past six months.

Although there is not much money, it is not right, it is because there is little money.

However, he was very happy because his fans were rising.

He also thought of going to do something by himself and writing a novel of his own.

But when he thought of the words "The Chinese Department does not train writers" that the professional course teacher said on the first day of his professional course, he felt that the teacher was right.

In addition, the other party's subsequent sentence "But some critics can be produced", he felt that the teacher is worthy of being a teacher.

Senior!

Therefore, writing book reviews now is also a first step for critics.

Moreover, his book reviews specialize in those well-known online writers.

It has a sense of refreshing blow that "the key can kill the gods"!

His writing style is divided into two types: spicy, vicious and brainless flattery.

However, fewer people like the latter.

So, he is trying to change his style.

"Hehehe~"

Thinking of this, Cang Sanliang couldn't help laughing, but the cold wind blew into many snowflakes when he opened his mouth.

The taste is bitter.

"Hey, it's bitter?"

Cang Sanliang looked up and saw that he didn't know when the white snowflakes would be mixed with black.

"Ah~ under the avalanche, no snowflake is innocent. Murmur, even the snowflakes have turned black now."

Cang Sanliang practiced his mouth and began to conceive a new book review in his mind.

Beep ~

A beam of light lit up on the left, and the bus finally arrived, slowing down for three minutes.

Cang Sanliang saw the green bus swaying towards the platform, and the snow seemed a little slippery.

The car slowly stopped, and there was no one in the car except the driver.
To be continued...