When I was nineteen years old, I dragged my suitcase without looking back. All the desperate efforts of my youth seemed to have been spent there.
Years go by and come back in a hurry. Withered yellow leaves rested on her shoulders. The corners of Xu Xiangling's mouth had no curvature, and his chest felt faintly tight. She applied for home leave and rushed back to Puzhen before starting to enjoy her vacation. She has lived in this place for too long, and the pain of youth, the self-esteem that comes and goes, the desire for freedom, and the confusion when they are truly separated, are like lost soil and water bit by bit. Standing on this land again, I started to feel shy about my hometown. Xu Xiangling was speechless for a moment and blinked slowly.
"Xu Xiangling."
She turned around in response, was stunned for a moment, and chuckled for no reason. The man's cold expression almost instantly brought her back to that day in the scorching sun, as if there wasn't seven years between them, but one afternoon, he stood at the door of the classroom and waited for five minutes.
"Qin Zeyu. Long time no see..."
"Well, long time no see."
When did it start? He is comfortable holding hands, hugging, and kissing, but he has trouble expressing himself.
Fortunately, they didn't mind.
Purpose: strive to change lives