To be honest, I didn't expect that when I met Wu Xiao, I would still be so incompetent and talk so much, just like the teacher who taught us modern Chinese history in college talked about Japan. However, it's true that I didn't want to cry, but if I said I wasn't sad at all, I'd be lying to myself.
When I told Jia Qian about this, she looked down on me very rudely. She said, Mo Xiaohan, you have so little ability, but you really think Wu Xiao is Gu Xiaobei! Let me tell you, even if he is you, he is not the beautiful writer Lin Lan. Just save yourself the shameless image of a pug! Don't belittle me. I was really helpless and sat on the sofa staring up at her who was 1.75 Meters tall.
In fact, I don't know how Wu Xiao and I got to this point. Even now, I still don't understand whether there was really a problem between us at the beginning. But when we finally got the chance to turn around, it was already a long time later. We didn't even understand what we had missed in these years. Are the original touching and heartbreaking memories still as clear as before?
Does the boy who was waiting for me behind the mountain still live in the soul of this man in a suit? Is he lonely?
Perhaps, our encounter from the beginning was a mistake, a mistake that cannot be undone or prevented. Then, perhaps, our subway is destined to go left and right...