Still small county literature (with a little sense of age?
Looks like sunshine but is actually painful × quiet, lonely and indifferent
Li Qianshan×Yingqiu
Attention! :1. It's a bewen, a bitter one.
2． Two-way crush, but both are cowards
3. An atypical narrative with a big twist! !
4. Shou eventually died of illness, and Gong committed suicide.
Li Qianshan came from a very far away place, Ying Qiu knew.
From the south to the south to Qiucheng in the north
He is indeed different from the people in Qiucheng
In this city where there seems to be only autumn and winter, it is as warm as the sun.
Ying Qiu squatted at the door of the grocery store, breathing heavily: "Li Qianshan, my grandma's eyes are almost completely blind."
"It doesn't matter." The other party put the scarf around his neck, round and round: "We will wait until spring. The scenery will be the most beautiful then. Then we will take grandma out together."
Ying Qiu smiled.
But Li Qianshan, you don't know that there is no spring in Qiucheng.
He and Ying Qiu shared a winter fire and bought roasted sweet potatoes at the school gate. Li Qianshan would play an unfamiliar melody on the rooftop in the afternoon on an old guitar. Only later did Ying Qiu find out that the song was called "Nan Shan Nan".
Autumn City is not a good place. All the beauty is like the sunset, short but profound.
Only then did Ying Qiu realize that Li Qianshan's family had long been full of cracks.
The farewell was as gentle as a sigh at the railway track they were most familiar with, piled with fallen leaves.
"I'm leaving to go to a university in the south."
Ying Qiu looked into the distance for a long time and then said softly: "In the south... The winter there shouldn't be as cold as here."
He didn't ask about the return date, and Li Qianshan didn't promise.
The most painful farewell in youth is often not heartbreaking, but only the huge sadness silently settling in the silence, very plain and ordinary.
When the melody of "Nan Shan Nan" sounded again, Ying Qiucai finally understood:
It turned out that what he said goodbye to that autumn was the four seasons of spring in his life.
You are in the bright sunshine of the south, with heavy snow falling.
I am in the cold night in the north, and the four seasons are like spring.
Autumn in the city is autumn, the north wind is sad, and there are tombstones in the North Sea.
Intention: You are my hopeless lover hidden under the great friendship
