Inkstone carved Spring and Autumn Period:
The mist and rain in Jiangnan are always lingering, like an unspeakable confession.
An old pen engraved with the word "" has been held in Xu Hanya's hands for fifteen years. The pen body has been worn in many places, but she always wipes it clean, just like the past that she wrote repeatedly but could never sign. The students talked privately, saying that it was Teacher Xu's pet peeve and no one was allowed to touch it. But whenever someone asked about the origin of the pen, Xu Hanya would always explain with a smile: "There is a person. Although I have forgotten his name, I don't know why, but I never seem to want to forget him."
No one knows that this pen has witnessed this journey spanning fifteen years.
Zhao Chengyan is a student in Xu Hanya's class. His father passed away in a car accident, his mother remarried, and he was left with his declining grandmother. Under Xu Hanya's care, he crawled and survived, but he gradually sank in this warmth. Desperate attachment is like an undercurrent, but no one knows it.
When he was told that his grandmother might be dying in the past few days, he was exhausted physically and mentally, but he finally couldn't restrain the pain he had accumulated for many years. His illness broke out and his emotions collapsed. Finally, carrying everyone on his back, he went to the extreme. This was the end of his life and the beginning of his story.
Because, some things have already been written in the folds of time. Until everything returns to normal, everything is just a passing glance under the ginkgo tree.
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Intention: Secret attachment and silent farewell are engraved into the eternal blank space in the years. Not all emotions need spring. When the world kisses me with pain, the moonlight will still shine on the world. The greatest selflessness in the world is that when you know the outcome, you will still risk your life for someone. Of course, this person must treat you sincerely and not be hypocritical. I always believe that it is precisely because of the ruthlessness of time that we meet each other.