"My name is Jiang Bai, the river of the Yangtze River, the white of Bai." - He thought at the time that this man was so noisy that he even introduced himself with a few more words than others.
Jiang Bai brings breakfast every morning. Soy milk, plum blossom cakes, pancakes, and steamed buns are on rotation. From Xiaoyi's initial refusal, he later habitually cleared the corner of the table ten minutes before morning self-study - that's where he put his breakfast.
"It's not like being together at the same table. It's -" he took a deep breath, "being together is like being together." Xiao Yi was silent for a long time. "I'm not like that either."
That was November. Jiang Bai rode very fast without turning on the lights. He took out a small box from the middle of his schoolbag. The pink-blue wrapping paper was wrinkled. "I bought this for you. Your birthday present today." Xiaoyi opened the package. A silver clavicle chain, the pendant is a small sycamore leaf.
"I searched for four days. I found Xuzhou from Nanjing and the building materials market from the train station." Jiang Bai's voice was very soft. "Why are you writing my name? I'm already here."
"You are my only irreplaceable person in this city who will never let go." Jiang Bai lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Xiao Yi's. "You too."
The plane trees outside the window were shaking violently in the storm. But in this small house deep in the old alley, for the first time, a light that would never go out was lit.
Intention: There is always someone who will stop you from running away