On the day when the placement results for the second grade of high school were posted, when Li Muxi saw his name on the list of the first class of liberal arts, his fingertips paused, his eyes slid down two lines, and he came across the words "Zhuang Nanfeng".
Then I remembered a poem: "The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou." I never expected that someone would give me such a poetic name. She was not familiar with this boy, but she only remembered that he was the kind of person who would make people subconsciously feel comfortable when walking in a crowd. When Li Muxi was always immersed in Chinese reading comprehension, he caught a glimpse of him surrounded by several classmates. His profile was clean in the sun, and his voice was neither high nor low, as if he had been soaked in warm water.
Li Muxi looked at herself in his eyes, and suddenly remembered the last story he told on the phone during the winter vacation of her sophomore year of high school. It ended by saying, "At the end of the story, the prince and princess will go a long way together." It turns out that some stories have gentle endings written from the beginning. She smiled and nodded, tears falling on the cover of the notice, leaving a small faint mark.
Purpose: To commemorate the beautiful feelings during the student days, and to leave no regrets