the doorway and asked..."Mr. Zhuo, is something the matter"She was serious and solemn, Zhuo Yu'an suddenly laughed."Are you mad at me"As if struck by an arrow, Shu Tinglan stiffened her spine slightly...Shu Tinglan didn't know why he had to listen to these strange memories under the streetlights in the residential area. Moreover, judging from his expression, it wasn't a good memory either. 。"On the third day, you finally answered the phone, yelling at me, probably thinking I was being a nuisance, driving you crazy..." He scoffed, still remembering Shu Tinglan's furious voice that time. She vented all her disgust for him in her voice. Even many years later, he would still vividly remember the feeling of self-doubt stemming from being genuinely disliked over the phonet script:Some flowers bloom high up in the trees.Tinglan recognized these characters. They were a line from the poem "Bride" by the poet Hai Zi. The poem starts with:and many days after thatMany farew...