Liu Ning×Liu Qi
We lived in urban folds, shared a pilled sweater, crammed into the same rental house, and speculated about the future.
The rain in the rental house always beats on the iron eaves late at night, and Liu Ning curls up in the warm crook of her brother's back and counts her heartbeat. They thought that such a day would be like a shirt hanging on a wire, getting wet and dry, and drying and getting wet again.
The cold and dampness of the south penetrated into his bones. Liu Ning retracted her cold feet between her brother's legs and asked in the darkness: "What's college like?"
Liu Qi was silent for a long time, saying that there were many trees, many people, and the school was very big. Finally, he added softly: "But I'm very happy."
The pot of wilted mint on the windowsill is all they think about tomorrow.
But there was only five years between the ages of seventeen and twenty-two. As short as a gust of wind passing through the hall, as long as the rainy season that you will never get out of.
Purpose: Live tenaciously
