I have been writing this article for 8 years. I don't know if this will make people think it is funny or scary. Of course, this is by no means a masterpiece, it just tells a tender story about missing and waiting. The reason for writing this article was that I had to submit a composition in my Chinese language class during my sophomore year, so I bought a lot of manuscript paper. After I finished writing the composition, the paper was not used up. In order not to waste it, I decided to use it to write a novel (please don't hit me). And the reason why I have been writing for 8 years is not for anything else, just because... I am too lazy! It's common to write a few words every few months or even a year. But it is precisely because of these eight years that this article has become something that carries the trajectory of my growth. The innocence and immaturity when I first wrote it are revealed between the lines. The elation when I was about to graduate and the worry when I was looking for a job can not be concealed in the text. Now I am working and settled, so the ending of the story is peaceful and peaceful. I posted this to find people who feel the same as me, so that everyone can see their own reflections in the text, and let us look back together on the beautiful things in the past 8 years.
The summary of the story is as follows: Zhang Danyue, a smart and independent girl, was systematically pursued by Luo Xiaoming. She was afraid of being fettered, but she was unable to escape the trap of warmth. However, this relationship came so quietly and beautifully, and no one knew how much pain it would cause when it was torn apart. From then on, she lived her American time and he lived his Beijing time. Does missing youth mean losing or waiting? How should he and her face each other when they meet again...