When he was seventeen years old, Xia Jinghuai kicked the rooftop door loose. Later it became Zhou Yanqing's territory. He was doing the questions while Xia Jinghuai was sleeping, and the water in the well did not interfere with the water in the river. There are very few words in the first grade, which can make people choke to death. He will also put his school uniform jacket on sleeping people in the cold weather. He thought Xia Jinghuai didn't know. Xia Jinghuai also thought that after graduation, separation, several cities and more than ten hours of train travel, this feeling would gradually fade away. But he would be waiting downstairs in the dormitory at one o'clock in the morning, carrying oden.
He will make his plans for the next three years meticulous, just to get back to Xia Jinghuai. He would say, "I can talk about it for a lifetime."
—Zhou Yanqing, you are really bad at talking. But I understand every word you say.
Two people who cannot express themselves approach each other in the clumsiest way. From high school to college, from campus to another place, from "I'm so bored" to "I miss you", from you being by my side to me being in your future.
Intention: love