Lu Chenzhou and I are the names next to each other on the honor list, and it is also the longest silent drama in youth.
The dark blue notes conveyed the tacit secret words, and the promise of the evening classroom burned deep in my heart.
We all thought that crossing the college entrance examination was the sound of the Milky Way landing.
But he broke the promise. Like a drop of water evaporating in midsummer, carrying unfinished words, it rushes to the mountains and rivers that I have no idea about.
On the day I received my doctorate in law in Berlin, his profile picture suddenly popped up on WeChat, which had been dormant for ten years.
There were no pleasantries, no explanations, just a straightforward statement: "I'm dating my girlfriend."
I stood in the glorious sunset of a foreign country, smiling and typing: "Congratulations."
The screen went dark, reflecting my tear-stained face.
It turns out that the most painful thing about youth is not not getting it, but that we were once infinitely close, but ended up being separated in each other's best years.
Purpose: Remember the sincere and regretful beauty of youth, admit that there is no right or wrong in some partings, but at the fork in the road in life, we choose the path that we each must take, and then continue to grow into a more resilient self with the scars and memories.