Luo Yuan did not go to the Xueyou gathering. He was lying on a double bed in the rental house, looking longingly at Xiao Jie who was sitting in front of the green oil lamp and knitting slippers. Xiao Jie carefully knitted each stitch, looking more like a virtuous wife, he thought; it would be great if the two of them could walk together every step of the way in the future. A light of happiness appeared on his face; tomorrow------tomorrow------when he thought of tomorrow, a deep knot formed between his eyebrows. Tomorrow he will go back to teach in a school in the south, and Xiao Jie will also leave him and return to the city where she came from - the far north to work in a state-owned enterprise. Luo Yuan touched the empty half of the double bed with his hand, feeling sad. The four years of college career should have been long and boring, but because of Xiao Jie's appearance, he felt that these four years were short and happy, making him feel that this double bed was a real double bed. But now, this double bed is half empty. Does it mean that loneliness is coming and loneliness is inevitable?
Conception: