Xu Yanchen is cold and arrogant, deep, and lives to the point of meticulous coldness; only he knows that it is that person who he cannot let go; Xu Yanchen has thought more than once about the situation in which he will meet Han Yucheng again; maybe at a business meeting, maybe in an ordinary supermarket, maybe at the intersection on the street corner; maybe they will never meet again, no matter what kind of encounter, there will only never be an encounter that makes him unable to breathe;
Xu Yanchen stood at the door of the small courtyard like a man possessed, his cigarette burned out. He was looking forward to the next second when Han Yucheng turned in from the corner, and he was afraid that Han Yucheng would appear in front of him. He felt that there was a demon living in his heart, which kept stretching out its branches and vines. It was a heart addiction. He had a poison that only Han Yucheng could cure;
The autumn rain is slightly cool, fallen leaves are falling under the feet, roses are blooming in the corner of the wall, a few cigarette butts, the man's coat has been soaked in the cold, he looks sharply at the man taking shelter under the attic opposite;
The gray sweatshirt blocked the man's sight, and a few strands of hair were floating in the wind. He raised his chin slightly, stretched out his hand to catch the drizzle, looked at the roses across the street, and saw the tall figure;
Han Yucheng is separated from this vast sea of people and these lost years, as if he has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, just to stand in front of you again and say softly: "Come and be safe."
My boy, thank you for your company on this slow and awkward road;
Xu Yanchen, I will meet many interesting people, but I will never leave you behind;
I hope that all the good things will be cherished, and all the missed things will eventually be met again.
