January 9th, 8:30 AM, the winter sun bathed the river dam.
Zhang Ruyun was wiping his motorcycle at the door again, using a cloth soaked in warm water, wiping it bit by bit, very earnestly. But when he thought of his gradually fading away girlfriend, the sadness on his face couldn't be concealed.
Little padded jacket Tongtong quietly said to Jiang Ning, "He looks like he's about to cry."
Jiang Ning held a porcelain bowl, inside was honey date rice porridge, he took a sip gently, and said, "Men don't shed tears, merely because they haven't reached the point of heartbreak."
Zhang Ruyun's mouth twitched, glancing at him, he retracted his gaze.
He was dissatisfied in his heart: 'I at least have a girlfriend holding hands every day, what do you have, Jiang Ning? Always hanging around with Xue Yuantong, a little girl, what can she do for you?'
Yes, Zhang Ruyun had a girlfriend.
