If childhood is compared to a bubble machine, the bubbles in other people's world are colorful and bright, but they can only see gray, without a trace of life. Every time they recall it, it feels like they are being strangled by the throat, so painful that they suffocate.
In the middle of summer that year, there was a young man standing on the banyan tree. The sun was shining down, and the thick leaves shone with emerald green light, making him bright and carefree. The sun shone with him into Shen Mo's long and miserable life.
Yicheng is a place that holds too many memories for them. It is the place where they first met and where they parted.
There are friends here to accompany you, teachers to grow up and down, and the bonds between people are so real and beautiful, but they can be easily severed.
A slap whizzed by in the wind and hit Shen Mo's face. The wind took her away and floated far, far away. She left this place where pain, scars and warmth were intertwined for sixteen years.
After six years, Shen Mo came back here again. The world was changing with each passing day. They had fantasized about seeing each other again countless times, and their restlessly beating hearts were the first to recognize each other.
Six years is so long that they thought they would never see each other again, and six years is so short that I can love you enough for a lifetime.
"Shen Mo, you can't leave me alone this time."
"I'm sorry, I won't leave."
I have deceived myself countless times, if memories could lie, maybe it wouldn't be so painful. Only now did I understand that memories made with the right people and things will always be warm and soft.
