The story begins with a madman I met on the banks of the Nanjing River a few years ago. My relationship after college was in a mess. The story revolves around my only good friend Xiaoxiao, my emotional experience and the story of that madman. Different personalities, different love encounters, and the same sad ending. How lucky are girls to be able to find the person they love for the rest of their lives?
When the question "Do you believe in love?" Was asked repeatedly from a boy's mouth, I was dumbfounded. Do I believe it? But I haven't seen it, don't I believe it? But I am still telling these past stories with the most affectionate words.
We always go to the cinema screen with evil intentions to reminisce about our youth, and then feel indignant that this is not the youth of our generation at all. Many people's youth is so ordinary. Are you willing to see such a real and ordinary youth? However, we are all ordinary people, and we are hurt by those ordinary people. We walk in society, and everyone we pass by every day is a storybook.
Three years later, when I look back at the past I have experienced personally, I still don't know how to make a conclusion. I just use the most vivid words to describe the people and things I experienced, and I would like to use this to commemorate my rotten youth.