"If you want to create a bond with others, you have to bear the risk of crying."
"Xu Han, but you didn't tell me. There is also the second part of the sentence, 'We are not afraid of crying, but we must be worthy of it. Do you know? You will always be the bond that makes my tears worth it."
Early autumn, Yuhuai Town, cinnamon, young people.
From then on, the fragrance of cinnamon filled the whole body, and the young man stayed in his heart forever.
…
"If a coin sinks to the bottom, your wish will come true. Xu Han, our wish will come true."
Many years later, the No. 4 Middle School held a school anniversary, and Xu Han gave a speech as an outstanding graduate. He said, "We once agreed to work hard and meet at the top. Time flies. Fortunately, we have all achieved it. Maybe you were born in the cold winter, but as long as your heart is in the middle of summer, your world will eventually bloom with spring."
Many years later, Gu Xia accidentally logged into the trumpet she created a long time ago and received an answer to an anonymous question, "I am in the cold winter, but my heart is in the middle of summer." In the midst of tears, she suddenly understood that the best way to make up for regrets was never to forget, but to plant flowers in this gap with this regret. One day, spring will warm and bloom. There will be that day, there will be.
