*Short story, the pace will be faster
In midsummer, Ming Zhi passed by the music classroom and saw the young man playing the piano inside. His name appeared on the school sign beside him: "Xu Jieqiu"
Later, they met through friends, but they never thought that Xu Jieqiu agreed that this was not the first time they met him.
"If you make a wish, all the trees will be in autumn colors."
"The bright bright, the gardenia of gardenia."
Ming Zhi would secretly take a photo of them together at the sports meeting, but she didn't expect that Xu Jieqiu was competing with each other in the camera.
When he had a stomachache, he would accompany him to the hospital.
But later, an unfortunate brain cancer forced Xu Jiuqiu to go abroad.
He didn't tell Ming Zhi, but lied to her, saying that he was going to study abroad and would come back in the fall.
"If you miss me in the future, remember to write to me." Xu Jieqiu said.
"What do you mean by that? Going abroad doesn't mean living abroad for the rest of your life. It's not like we won't see each other again." Xia Zhi didn't understand the meaning of his words, and threw the stream water at him with a smile.
It's not like we can't see each other anymore.
Xu Jieqiu's nose felt sore and he smiled: "Yes! It's not like we can't see each other anymore!"
But after a period of treatment, Xu Jiuqiu's illness not only did not improve, but became more serious.
Xu Jiuqiu choked up while looking at the photo: "Sister, the moment I promised her, I really regretted it. I regretted that I would not live to be 22 years old. I regretted that I could not be with her or marry her."
"If you have a chance, apologize to her for me."
Ming Zhi still didn't know that the boy who promised her that he would come back in autumn left forever in autumn.
"Autumn has arrived, why haven't you come back yet?"
"Why do you have to go abroad?"
When everyone felt that she no longer cared and were relieved, she once again came to the river where they had been.
Ming Zhi also thought about it.
Are you waiting for the autumn when you keep your promise every year, or are you waiting for the boy who promised to come back in autumn?
Later, she stuffed the letter into a bottle, made it into a drift bottle and put it into the river. There might be an answer at the far end.
Waiting for autumn, waiting for you too.
Intention: be, no prototype
