I thought that the protagonist of youth was that heartbeat that ended without any problem, but later I discovered that what really survived that period of war and chaos was the stepping forward of parents in difficult times, the letter carrying love, the years of whispering in the same bed with friends, thinking about each other, and despising each other. It was the teacher quietly writing encouraging comments and nagging for our good in class, and it was the friendship that was glanced at but had no time to taste.
Family, friendship, teacher-student relationship, and that hazy romantic love, they are not the supporting roles of youth, but the gentlest background in my entire youth.
The love that appeared at the door of my classroom in the summer of 2018 accompanied me through college and into reality. From ignorant pure love to sweet and sour to bitter and tasteless, the first love like amla, the separation and reunification of seven years, and now it is relief and farewell.
One day after seven years, I finally realized that my lover loves myself first, and then loves others. Learn to step out of your inner predicament step by step and complete a quiet growth of your own.
I write to my youth, and also to the gentle you.
Purpose: Taking a youthful romance as the main line, recording the precious moments of family, friendship, and teacher-student love in the process of growing up, and showing the process of girls and boys slowly learning to love and say goodbye in the midst of ignorant heartbeat and companionship. I hope every reader can find their own tender memories in the story.
