"Time will always spare my future, but how can it spare my youth."
When Jiang Yuhe first entered college that year, he skipped a class and met someone.
He said.
"Not bad. I knew this lecture was boring."
"You are very discerning in skipping classes."
He looked at her with approval, but she only felt that the person in front of her was a psycho. However, this psycho broke into her world just like that.
The campus is big, but the campus is small. Eighteen-year-old Su Qingrang seems to be everywhere, in clubs, study tours, and even bars where people gather for dinner on weekends.
He was the unknown lead singer of that little band, and Jiang Yuhe didn't care at first.
But she couldn't deceive herself, the moment Su Qingrang shined when she sang.
She also knew the so-called heartbeat moment when the boy handed her a blueberry.
——
When she was 20 years old, Su Qingrang said to her in the evening breeze on the top of the mountain at the back gate of Nancheng University.
"Jiang Yuhe, I like you, just like the wind on the top of the mountain, which will never stop."
[The wind on the top of the mountain curls its lips, looking at your back sideways, wanting to sit there until dawn.
Jiang Yuhe knew that he was doomed.
She seemed to have fallen in love with Su Qingrang, that strange, crazy boy.
——
At the age of 24, he was a shining star, and she was an unknown admirer in the audience.
He wanted to give up on her and she wanted to leave him.
Through the valleys and over the hills, I can no longer say I love you frankly.
So, do you still love me? After the night wind.
The copy was written on April 5, 2026.
Intention: Growth, upward, and finding yourself.
