Obviously, Shen Changan is like fire, enthusiastic, wild, unruly, like a wild horse.
Such a teenager, she always feels like a gust of wind, how can she catch up with the wind?
His ambition should be between heaven and earth, in the wilderness, in the frontier, in the boundless grassland and desert, not the gentle young man who was hidden in the room by her.
Later, after losing him, she felt that time was as gentle as water, and it was not as good as Shen Changan's domineering hand, rubbing her hair and saying toughly: "Qiqi, your wings are hard now?"
” Thinking of this, she couldn't help but want to laugh a little.
During that time, she had already had a hot fight with Yan Yue, often ignoring Shen Changan, and Shen Changan couldn't find anyone with her, and finally one day he was caught squatting in her house.
The boy ruffled her hair and wickedly asked her if her wings were stiff.
At that time, her wings were indeed starting to harden, and the girl was gradually growing up, and she already had some ideas of her own, what she wanted to do, and what kind of person she wanted to become. instead of messing around with Shen Changan all day long, like two gentlemen of an official family.
Yes, Shen Changan at that time was a cynical gentleman in her eyes, so she was very angry with him in her heart.
However, the boy didn't care!
At that time, the Shen family's status in the court was much higher than that of the Qin family, and noble children like Shen Chang'an were born with a golden spoon in their mouths.
Yilai stretched out his hand to eat and opened his mouth, and he was not afraid of anything.
The temperament is self-explanatory and arrogant, and there is no high or low in his eyes, and he always thinks that he has stepped lightly on a horse all his life, and he is chic and free in this world, and he is not bothered by mortal dust.
He should be a wild wind, he can't keep it, he can't touch it.
This kind of temperament is what the girl didn't want at the beginning, at that time, full of heart, just thinking about adding fragrance to a gentle son's red sleeves.
Later, it was bloody hands and there was no way back.
In the dim light, there was another layer of gray in front of her eyes, gray, her fingers swept over his lips, and there was so much palaice in her heart.
If the time is more gentle at that time, give her a little more time, if there is a little more tolerance in this world, give the young Shen Changan more time to grow up.
They will all end differently.
The defeat of the Shen family came in a hurry, and before she could say goodbye to the young Shen Changan, he had already left, like the heavy snow that fell in the imperial capital that year.
She stood in the heavy snow, watching the young man dressed in red, stepping on the thick snow one by one, leaving rows of deep and shallow footprints.
Walking forward step by step with his bag, he turned back in three steps with sadness in his eyes.
At that time, she didn't understand, but after the passage of time, she always remembered the young man's eyes, and inside, she was full of reluctance.
I can't bear it, I can't break it, I think that one day, I can turn back.
But none of them thought that there was no turning back for them, and there was no time to go.
At that time, Shen Changan was reluctant.
The layer of water in his eyes gradually became heavier, and tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.
She held his hand and asked him softly, "Shen Changan, why don't you come back to look for me after so many years?"
” Ten years of life and death parting, how many spring and autumn are like dreams, thousands of turns, and Shen Changan, a young man who has not seen her!