"Yan'er."
"Yeah."
"I'm leaving"
The young man frowned, "When will you come back?"
"..." Looking at the floating dandelions, the man said, "I will come back when the wind dries up." The man's words were a bit unrealistic. Of course he himself understood, how could the wind dry up?
"Will it take a long time?" The ignorant boy seemed to understand the meaning of these words, his eyes were full of anxiety, but more importantly, he was sad. Looking at the person in front of him, the man couldn't bear it.
"Idiot, I lied to you. I'll be back soon. I'll give you my permission when I come back, okay?"
"Yeah!" The young man was very happy. The words "I will promise you when I come back" are printed in my mind...
Once committed, nine years of waiting.
"Do you really have to wait for the wind to dry up before you come back?" The former young man murmured to himself as his slender fingers stroked a piece of nostalgia, with a faint bitter smile on his lips. Maybe... The wind will never dry up... Right...