/One day, I am seventeen years old.
"Happy New Year."
"I don't hate you anymore."
At midnight on New Year's Eve, I received an anonymous message while traveling around.
At that time, fireworks exploded, and people on the street crowded together to revel and make noise. Everyone was laughing. He turned off his phone and smiled, as if it didn't matter.
Until a friend asked him——
"Is there anyone you want to meet when you travel around?"
That was the second year after he disappeared.
"I don't hate it, and I don't want to like it either."
Qi Ji said this to his friends.
Some people say that you only have two summers in your life.
In the summer when he was sixteen, Qi Ji secretly sneaked into the senior high school floor, where there was a crowd of people reveling in the carnival. Papers were flying in the sky. He suddenly fell into a warm embrace, and the school uniform button closest to Zhou Youshi's heart fell accurately into his palm.
The humid air and rain dripped down her wrists, and she thought there would be no tomorrow for them.
In the summer of her eighteenth year, her birthday wishes were as simple as two: Qingxun Academy of Fine Arts and a grand fireworks show at the beach where her shoulders were close to each other while traveling, and she almost confessed her love.
Also that year, at the bonfire party, the wine bottles stopped spinning, and someone asked Zhou You: "Do you have any regrets from your high school days?"
He thought for a long time and leaned back in his chair: "I didn't expect it."
A man like him lacks nothing and is held in the palm of his hand.
**
We met again on the eve of the joint entrance examination. We came here in a hurry while traveling around. The flying words left traces on the drawing boards of everyone in the long queue, writing the same wishes——
The exam went well.
When Qi Ji returned to the classroom, he saw his back turned and left. The drawing board on the table was empty. He seemed to have lost weight.
Later she was very far away from Xia Tian and even further away from him.
When it snowed for the first time in Yangjing, Qi Ji made a wish.
She wanted to see Zhou Youshi again.
The wish took a turn, and there was a familiar smell on the roadside. A black umbrella blocked the way in the overwhelming wind and snow. The edge of the umbrella was raised, and the young man smiled openly, as always: "How are you doing?"
**
Pray for moving on rainy days.
My friend was busy and had no choice but to make a phone call while traveling.
The small sofa, carpet and cabinet were piled up in a mess, and a corner of the drawing board was exposed, and she discovered that there were small words hidden underneath:
Little champion, grow up well.
He rubbed it gently, his eyes blurred.
He raised his eyes and was caught off guard by the sight of someone traveling around.
Then it was another rainy night. While traveling around, I held up my mobile phone and the page stopped on Qi Ji's Weibo post from Girls' Generation.
She wrote: I wish you a happy life.
"I'm such a jerk."
He pressed forward step by step and said not to leave tonight.
The hot fingers penetrated between the fingers.
"Qi Ji, don't bless me, love me."
-I once thought that our encounter was as short-lived as snow falling on our palms, but, yet.
Intention: Guess your heart
