Beichuan
The year my father died, I stood in the snow in Bingcheng and cried bitterly. Beichuan held me in his arms, with snowflakes falling all over our intertwined arms. He said, "Aluo, I will take care of you for the rest of my life."
Many years later, I found a person who looked very similar to him, but he said to me under the gaze of hundreds of people: "I'm sorry, there has never been a person like you in my memory." At that moment, I finally understood that all those things were just similar, and he was really dead.
Nanyou
When I was sixteen years old, I first met Nan You. She was dressed in white and had drunken eyes. At the age of twenty, we fell in love with each other with all our tenderness. But life did not stop at the age of twenty for us. In the past six years, we said countless words and did countless things, loved each other, and hurt each other. Finally, when we could finally become friends in peace and have a fair conversation, all we could say was goodbye.
Along the year
When he reached the door, Yannian suddenly turned around, his left leg slightly bent, and he glanced sideways at me. The handcuffs jingled loudly. He pinched my embarrassed face with his raised hands, and suddenly opened the corners of his mouth and smiled mischievously. He said, "You are mine, so don't ask anyone but me."
The charming man who suddenly appeared when I was twenty-one years old. He was leaning against the door, his eyes were alluring and nonchalant, like a blooming lotus.