Autumn in Nanjing is always very long, and when sycamore leaves fall all over the old alleys, Lin Zhixia met Jiang Yu.
He was the light that walked towards her through the crowd, the umbrella that came to her on a rainy day, and the warm milk that was quietly placed on the evening study desk. At that time, the wind was soft, the days were slow, my best friend was by my side, the boy was in front of me, and even the silence was sweet and peaceful.
She thought that this kind of warmth could last forever.
Thinking that with someone to support you, you no longer have to hide all your worries alone.
I thought that being loved well would slowly heal the wounds.
Later, the wind changed direction, and rumors spread throughout Jinling City. The people who were once closest to her turned around and walked away. Those unspoken pasts were shattered all over the ground with a light touch.
She didn't dare to tell him that she had held on for a long time.
I don't dare to say that there are some darkness, places where no matter how bright the light is, it cannot shine.
The wind in Xuanwu Lake was very light. He came with sincerity in his hands, but she could only retreat with a smile.
Later, she went to a far away place alone.
Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake, the sunshine is gentle. From now on, the old events of Jinling are not mentioned.
Some people stayed in Nanjing and never waited for a reply.
There are people who pass by the world and never say that their hearts are moved.
And she lives alone in the distant place where the wind is gentle and the clouds are calm, and she will never come back.
Purpose: live a good life
