The songs I sang when I was young, the dreams I had when I was young, the grass, trees, wind and sea I saw when I was young, slowly faded with the rut of memory, lingering in my mind, as peaceful and peaceful as a landscape.
The boy who was once had bright eyes and smiled longingly and said he was going to travel to a distant place; the boy who was once left a straight silhouette on the playground and said slowly but firmly, you stay, and I will win for you; the boy who was injured was stubborn and silent, gritting his teeth and whispering in a serious voice, Mumu, don't be afraid, I will take you away.
Many years later, when I think of that time, I still smile slightly, laugh, and burst into tears.
Ning Beichen, do you know?
I miss you so much.
——This article is only dedicated to us at that time