It's the eighth year since Lin Yuzhou and Yu Mengxing broke off.
After graduating from college, it was rare to see Yu Mengxing in Hepu. Lin Yuzhou knew that as she said before transferring to another school in her second year of high school, she was following her parents' wishes and staying in Shenzhen to work.
For work, naturally I won't go back to my grandparents' house as often as when I was studying. He accepted it.
He didn't dare to ask Xiang Qian, fearing that it would be like the same situation in his junior year, when he just got depressed in front of Xiang Qian and got the sudden news from her that Yu Mengxing was in love.
If he gets married, his world will be frosty in June.
So, no news is good news.
When he thought of Yu Mengxing, he would take out the faded little red flower from the drawer and put it in the palm of his hand.
Her elder sister, Lin Buyu, returned to Fujian to worship her ancestors. After finishing her work, she made sure to ask Lin Yuzhou to accompany her to the nearby City God Temple. He said that the temple was very spiritual.
Lin Buyu knelt in front of the Twelve Divisions in the main hall, bowed and muttered: "There are rumors outside that my brother Lin Yuzhou is gay, which means homosexual. Please bless him to find true love regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, and don't let him die alone."
Lin Yuzhou couldn't stand it, rolled his eyes and walked out.
There is a Bodhi tree in the middle of the temple. Grandma said it has grown for hundreds of years. Many people tie red ribbons on them and write down their wishes devoutly.
Lin Yuzhou stuffed red banknotes into the merit box and asked for one. Grandma said, if you have any wishes, write them on it, and the Bodhi tree will send your wishes to heaven to hear, and the City God will bless you.
Lin Yuzhou lowered his head and thought for a while. We may not have such a good fate. If we really did, how could we separate when I was still young?
So he leaned on the old tree and wrote piously: "We will see each other often in this life."
It's just that we don't have such a good fate. It's good enough to see each other often in this life.
The texture of the tree is uneven on the red silk, but the characters are unusually regular.
A tall and straight man raised his head in the sun, squinting his eyes slightly, and devoutly tied his prayer to the bodhi tree. Behind the quaint door, Lin Buyue filmed this scene with his mobile phone.
Five months later, Lin Yuzhou met that soaked figure at a high-speed rail station in heavy rain. At this moment, his firm and materialistic heart began to waver.
Intention: Real society is a small world, and naive people are the softest targets. Girls are taught to be like flowers, but later they find that they are surrounded by trees, vines, and thorns. It hurts and you understand: growing up is not about turning yourself into thorns, but finding the soil suitable for your own growth in this jungle.