Reunion

When I think back to my girlhood, his name always comes up. Lu, Jia, Li, stroke by stroke, green and graceful handwriting, his name filled my draft, becoming a unique flavor of the shy girl's thoughts. It makes my nose sore just thinking about it, and it's the honey that fills my heart when I face him. He always seems to make me feel happy. Under the young man's dazzling and flamboyant protective appearance, there is a loneliness that no one knows. He doesn't know, I am the only one who knows his secret, and no one has told it. I want him to cheer up and be the dazzling Lu Jiali again. So I tried my best to comfort, advise, and inspire him to open his wounds and let him face them head-on. But I seem to be wrong. The bright red scars irritated my eyes, and his. He lost his temper at me for the first time, questioned me with red eyes, and told me that I had no right to interfere in his affairs. He's gone and I'm the culprit. After six years of hard work abroad, the sharp edges of the young man were polished and matured. He returned to China to start a business, established a company, and became an elite among the public. And when I met him again in the vast sea of ​​people, I realized that I had never forgotten him in these years. The youth's edge, the youth's tenderness; the youth's cowardice, the youth's loneliness; the youth's honor, the youth's scars. I never forgot anything about him. He is still the same person, but he has an extra layer of attraction that is unique to him. We were estranged, reunited, and fell in love. I no longer forced him to face the scarred past. I didn't want to let go of his hand again. He saw that I was cautious and silent. He held my hand, which was very warm. He whispered to me softly. The words he said made me tremble, and sadness welled up in my eyes. He said: "Fortunately, you were there to help me when I was most confused." "I love you." Purpose: Love and Growth