This is the ninth year that Cheng Shifan has been in love with Ning Sishuo. One day, Cheng Shifan was lying in the ward and saw Ning Sishuo's WeChat Moments. It was his wedding photo. Looking at the happily in love couple, Cheng Shifan felt his heart skip a beat. What was wrong with his legs? Why was he sitting in a wheelchair... His phone rang. " Hello? Shishi, have you seen Ning Sishuo's WeChat Moments? He sent me an invitation. Are you going to his wedding?" Cheng Shifan was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak. "I... He... Didn't send me a wedding invitation." Tears fell down one by one, and his phone fell to the ground...
When Ning Sishuo sent out wedding invitations on WeChat, he saw the woman he once liked on the list, "Is she doing well? Maybe she has forgotten me, maybe she hates me... Maybe... I don't have the courage to face her... No maybe."
Cheng Shifan's feelings for Ning Sishuo cannot be expressed in words. This is probably the sourness of youth. Cheng Shifan picked up all the youthful glass fragments and pieced them together like the moonlight of youth. Cheng Shifan said goodbye to the bright moon, "Goodbye, Ning Sishuo!" The ECG monitor in the ward beeped... Beeped... Beeped... Cheng Shifan closed his eyes, leaving the last drop of tears...
Intention: I want to say goodbye to my youth