[Highlight warning: The final ending is BE! BE! BE!
(Readers who want to see HE, you can slip away when you see them together)
[Zhai Xiangchen×Liang Fucha]
[The silly young man chasing the sunset × the stubborn stray cat who returns home]
"The rain fell in the forest outside the city by the river, but you didn't see it, the second summer we spent together."
Liang Fucha has not been back here for thirteen years.
He left his hometown when he was thirteen years old. Thirteen years later, spring came back to his hometown.
Vehicles pass by on the national highway from time to time, and the vehicles drive slower and slower, as if they are timid about being close to home.
Finally, more than a hundred kilometers away from the destination, the only fuel left in the tank could no longer support it, and he died.
There were weeds everywhere as far as the eye could see, not to mention that there were two members of my aunt's family in the car.
"It turns out that all reunions in this world always happen in the coldest rainy season."
A familiar black car rolled up, with a more familiar person sitting in the car.
The car window was rolled down, and raindrops drifted in. The man tilted his head slightly: "What's the matter, do you want to give me a ride?"
"How much?" Liang Fucha narrowed his eyes.
"I just need you."
After driving for 1,500 kilometers, Liang Fucha got into his car for the last 100 kilometers.
"My days are not long. I just want to go to the place where you grew up."
The car slowly and leisurely stepped onto the national highway, driving all the way from Zhejiang to Chongqing.
Liang Fucha spent thirty-nine days of his life in Chongqing, and Zhai Xiangchen looked at the starry night in July in Zhejiang.
Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Sichuan and Chongqing are a pair of antonyms. One is spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and the other is mountains outside the mountains.
Just like their lives.
"My life is nothing more than walking from the north to the south of a city."
But there is no you in the south of the city, and there is no you in the north of the city.
We have to say goodbye to our guests. Yesterday we went to Fuliang to buy tea.
Concept: The night before dawn is the longest
