Song Yuan often felt that she was trapped in a certain winter, trapped in a certain lively New Year, but she didn't even have a stable place to stand on the day when everyone was reunited.
In the world of Song and Yuan, children who cry are not rewarded.
But then she met Song Yannian, who told her not to look back if tears would fall.
Most of their bodies were covered in the shadow of the teaching building, and the boy's shadow was half a head taller than her.
In order to coax her,
Standing behind him, he told her cold jokes seriously.
Later, on a lively day when fireworks were blooming, Song Yuan went out early in the morning and happened to bump into his father who had just returned home. He asked Song Yuan:
"Where are you going?"
Song Yuan replied: "Going to meet someone."
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——The first time Song Yuan met Song Yannian was on his way to the cafeteria to buy food in his first year of high school.
She didn't know his name at that time, and when she listened to him and his companions joking around, and when the boy slapped the basketball and walked side by side with her, Song Yuan glanced at the figure in the white school uniform, and felt that his heart also fell into the rhythm of the basketball touching the ground.
——The first time Song Yuan met Song Yannian was in the summer cram school in the second grade of junior high school.
The spring rain has ended, the summer cicadas are chirping, and the shadows of the trees outside the window are mottled. The boy's "report." Is like a bright moon in the mountains sending a breeze, breaking the sleepiness and length of the cram school. He sat in the empty seat next to her under the watchful eyes of the whole class, so that time they became tablemates.
——The first time Song Yuan met Song Yannian was on the New Year's Eve of 2024.
It was already early in the morning, and she was enveloped by the cold air when she went out. She was looking up at the moon in the sky, but she ran into his cold and desolate eyes through the shadows of trees. From then on, she looked up at the moon every night, which made me miss the morning and evening of the king.
A warm and healing campus article.
Weak on the outside, tough on the inside, little white flower × Seemingly careless, but actually broken and arrogant
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