My Last Name Is My First Name

It was a season that was about to enter summer, and the entire sky was steaming and melting in the sunshine. The sunlight that shines into my heart is as vast and vast as the city a car drives through. From the beginning to the present, and until eternity, the two orbits that have gathered and separated and finally merged have been extended to the wall called "time". "——Meng Qinan". "——Song Jiayu". He caressed the boy's face and gently held him in his arms. "You are my Jiayu. Meng Jiayu."