It was the fall of my sophomore year in high school. Under the streetlight, a young man said to her: "You are a star, the most dazzling star."
That winter, he gave her a necklace. The rose gold sun is hollowed out and embedded with a platinum star.
In the third month of the lunar month, the sycamore leaves fell across the lake, and they broke up.
Many years later, sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed all over the city, and old friends reunited under the old street lamp. He asked if he could do it all over again.
She didn't look back.
It took Gu Nanxing many years to understand one thing: the light from the stars was never given by the sun. She once borrowed a beam of light and later became the lamp herself.
Intention: He took her out of the rainy season of childhood, but could not accompany her throughout her life. Later, she walked alone to the sunny day - the rainy season was hers, and so was the sunshine.