Pei Jiaran asked herself more than once, what would happen to her and Qiu Yang if there was no military training that year and the coach who ranked them in the front and back positions.
Qiu Yang's eyes were so warm that her heart skipped a beat.
Whenever this happens, Yifei always rushes out.
Then there was another loud noise, and then another loud noise.
They were in their youth that year, and they were still immature.
That year they were like puppies that had picked up the right scent, clinging to each other desperately.
That boys' dormitory, that girls' company, that class, that college, that's them, 17-year-old children, 17-year-old adults.
They are ignorant and try to grow up.
The world warms up.
This is fate.
Thank you for giving me such simple love and such beautiful youth.
Looking out the window, the sky is not that blue, the grass is not that green, today's homework has to be done at 12 o'clock, and the aunt next door has to argue with the uncle until daytime over firewood, rice, oil and salt.
Maybe everything gives me reason to complain.
But when I look back, I find you beside me,
Ah, it turns out the world is so beautiful.
I know that youth will grow old sooner or later, but I hope everything is fine for you in my memories.