When he was fifteen, he helped her pick up an English book from the corridor. The corner of the book touched the back of her hand, feeling cool.
For the next ten years, she wrote about him in every page of her diary, borrowed and read all the books he borrowed, and marked all the places where he might have stopped with her fingernails. I knitted a light blue scarf with crooked stitching. I didn't know who to give it to. Change the name and hide the person who likes him in the body of "Chen Zijie".
He said: There is no Jiashu period, Jiashu is late.
Ten miles of red makeup, the matchmaker is getting married. The flower seeds buried in Altay, the small blue-purple flowers under the wild walnut tree in Kangding. He said that once the flower representing true love is buried, it will never wither.
She thought this was the end.
But later she realized that the flowers had not bloomed yet and the person who buried them had left first.
In the third trimester of pregnancy, he cheated on her. The child is gone.
He married another girl. The wedding was also held in Nancheng. It was also Chinese-style and the ceremony was smaller. The bride had two shallow dimples when she smiled, much like she did in college.
Someone asked what happened to her.
No one knows. When she left, she only took Thursday and a light blue scarf with crooked stitches.
According to legend, once a flower representing true love is buried, it will never wither.
But he never said that.
Those who bury flowers will never leave.
Intention: Secret love coming true is not the end, people's hearts are fickle.