I don't have a long mouth, I don't want to say anything
Separated by three houses and a piece of flat land for drying grain, they grew up together.
The name comes from the same poem, and they were admitted to the same high school.
It wasn't until I was in junior high school that another person blurted out the second half of the poem in the borrowing room of the city library.
The two names were written in the same book and have never been separated since then.
From the back seat of the bicycle on the bluestone road to the moonlight on the long road under the mountain
From the long teenage years of testing each other, to the words "It's on purpose" that were finally spoken out.
They walked for many years before they got together, and it took them many more years to complete the journey they originally agreed to take for a lifetime.
This is a story about "just enough". We just happened to fall in the same alley, we happened to be overshadowed by the same poem, and we just happened to miss each other for a long time, and we never really missed each other.
Intention: Scenery does not wait for others, hair will turn into silk in a moment
