When he was fourteen years old, Shi Yuan looked at the sky through his fingers, trying to find the meaning of a person's existence.
Then he felt that the meaning of a person's existence is actually a person.
So no one can get close to him when he is fourteen years old, and after he turns twenty, he will not get close to anyone again.
Destiny never favored him, so he never had expectations.
However, someone appeared when he was seventeen.
"Oh, not him."
"But classmate Shi, I want to get closer to you."
"I always felt like there was something missing from that window."
"You can hang a string of wind chimes."
"It should be noisy."
"You can hang a string of silent ones."
You are a wandering traveler on the horizon, can I be your destination?
Later, Shi Yuan leaned against the window and asked him softly: "Are they similar?" "Who do you love more, me or him?"
"I only love you."
One tries his best to live an ordinary life & the other lives effortlessly dazzlingly
Intention: Regret and us form youth