[Bei Shiyi/Nanhuan]
Minglian---he
——The evening breeze covers the rest of my life, and the rest of my life is yours.
Many years later, it was early autumn in Yuncheng.
The streets are still full of cinnamon, and the gentle evening breeze is still there.
The two returned to the playground of No. 1 Middle School.
The boy of the past is still tall and straight, and the girl of the past is as gentle as before.
Nan Huan held Bei's poetic hand and walked on the runway and the shade of the trees back then.
He looked down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness and preference that had not changed over the years.
When I first met him, my heartbeat was too strong. That person was like a beam of light that broke into youth unexpectedly and was carved into the most pure and sincere years. Later, the years moved forward, and people came and went around me, but the place in my heart had long been quietly occupied, and it could no longer be easily filled.
The autumn wind of that year disturbed the young man's thoughts, and also bumped into the girl of his life.
The boy's forehead was wet with sweat, his eyes were hot and sincere, his ears were red, and he looked clumsy and panicked.
Intention: he