Ten years later, everything seems to be back to square one. He stood at the entrance of Huaijie Street, messy in the wind.
"I'm a little tired." Wu He looked a little tired.
The lime was sour, then sweet, but what he tasted was the bitterness brought on by the lingering energy.
Feng Yi didn't leave, watching Wu He's figure disappear at the street corner.
Until he puts on that black suit, until he buys that white suit that can't wait for someone to come, until he sees him again at the wedding, just to hear those words: Promise her...
A straight line ended the decade willfully. With a thank you, he disappeared from his world without looking back.
"Thank you, I wish you happiness." Wu He breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled.
He will always remember that that summer night, the young man dragged the moonlight and slowly walked into his field of vision.
"Plant a bouquet of flowers. When I pass by your house, I can still carry the fragrance of flowers with me when I leave."
It's a bloody short story. Neither of them is perfect. The three views of the article do not represent the author's three views.
Intention: Life is still very long, I hope we can let go of the past and welcome a new life