This is a story that started in 2007, our story, a story that we accidentally experienced in our youth.
I hate growing up, but I always grow up quietly in the wind. When I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror with a stiff face, I may even accidentally see the wrinkles deeply imprinted on my forehead when I raise my eyebrows.
I stubbornly believe that certain things will never be forgotten, but who else would believe in forever now?
Because of timidity and cowardice, God has omitted me and allowed me to live an ignoble existence until now, leaving behind some dreams or footprints in my heart. I decided to write about those flying youth.
Youth, first love, friendship, loneliness, viciousness, betrayal, tears.
It's just because we are being played with, by life, by love, and by youth. Hiding in a corner of the world, we were made a fool of ourselves by our youth. In that joke, most people changed from being missed by us to being remembered occasionally, and the people we thought we were always with have become passers-by.
There are only a few left, but you and I are cherishing the past years. You thought that I would be sweet and satisfied because of everyone's sympathy. In fact, you were smiling, but I was crying. Some things are the beginning for some people and are destined to be the end for others. Like it or not.
We are never the same, but we are so in tune with each other.
Enke was silent from beginning to end. She walked stiffly from the bar to the living room, and a strange and unbelievable voice suddenly shouted:
"Oh, my god!"
An Ke didn't look back, and picked up a piece of yellow peach cake, her hands shaking slightly. Everyone followed the sound and secretly glanced at Wang Zhengzheng. She looked at everything in front of her quietly, as if admiring a scene of extremely beautiful night-blooming cereus.
At the bar, Wang Wanzhao closed his eyes, hugged the helpless Jing Lun, and kissed her passionately. Jing Lun's eyes widened, and his face suddenly felt hot, and something hot fell down. She slowly closed her eyes and couldn't help but hook her hands around Wang Wanzhao's neck as if possessed.
She knew she was doomed, she hated herself like this, she knew it, from the first time they met. Jing Lun only had one voice in her heart at this moment: Falling in love with you is my disaster.