Bus No. 17, An ordinary bus that can no longer be ordinary
On the first day of school, two parallel lines that did not intersect at all
Just because
At a certain point, and later, a new story slowly emerged
We set up a Qinghe cooking team and slowly encountered one thing after another
Close the distance between each other
They also agreed to go to college together, fight for their dreams together, and become their ideal selves.
But fate seems to be unhappy when it sees us happy
Difficulties come one after another
It's like they're slowly beating us down
The lines that were originally connected slowly began to diverge again.
It's like this year's joy is just a dream
"Why? Why is this happening?"
The group chat that used to be lively on the phone is now deserted.
The last chat was on November 10th
I look through everything in the past
My eyes are already wet with tears
And seeing that familiar WeChat account made me unable to hold on anymore.
Tears welled up in my eyes
But I didn't dare to speak loudly. I digested it silently by myself in a dark room.
I have never been a cloud in the sky, just an ordinary wild flower on the ground
Everything is really just a dream
From then on, life returned to normal and everyone went their own way.
And meet again
It was a trip where I was frustrated at work
The sea water laps at the shore, looking at the familiar stranger standing opposite
He seems to have lost weight, but he is more mature than when he was young
But the next second
I was attracted to the girl next to him again
But within a second, the intersecting lines spread out again.
Maybe what the book says is correct
Some things are yours and cannot be taken away by others; if they are not yours, they cannot be snatched away either.
I was born with a blank piece of paper, and every node in my life is to make me richer
Purpose: Some people use their whole life to heal their childhood, and some people use gentleness to redeem the rest of their lives. Allow gaps to appear in life and be brave people.