I was afraid of loneliness, unwilling to be lonely, and despised loneliness, but in the end I was heartbroken by loneliness.
——Inscription
Qiao Mu asked: "How are you and Nie Lanran doing?"
Zeng Luo said, "Same old."
"Still thinking about Zhou Jingzhi?" Qiao Mu asked this rhetorical question in a declarative tone.
"Yeah."
We have known each other for 12 years, had a crush on each other for 7 years, and had an affair for 1 year out of 7 years. We are classmates and friends as always, no more breakthroughs.
Qiao Mu paused and asked, "How is Zhou Jingzhi now? What are you busy with?"
"Probably okay." Zeng Luo fell into deep thought, "We haven't contacted him for a long time. Heh, he probably got married..."
"What about you?" Zeng turned around and asked, "Have you made any progress with Yang Xiu?"
Qiao Mu laughed, "It takes ten years to sharpen a sword."
Well, yes, it has been ten years, the most important ten years in life.
The war of resistance lasted for eight years and finally won. But we, who started sharpening our swords ten years ago, are still sharpening our swords today. There is no trace and no future visible.
Ten years of sharpening a sword brings pain and joy.
I would like to dedicate this document to my former friends, current friends, and future friends.