I don't know how I feel about remembering this past time, whether it's good or bad. Come to think of it, maybe it's happiness. That person always stood there with a smile so beautiful that I was addicted to it and almost never woke up again.
Now I can say without hesitation that I was stupid, but stupidity is love, love is heavy.
Think of an old man as always remembering things and not being afraid of being laughed at.
I remember him saying, Xu Bei, the road is too long, I don't want to walk alone, it's too tiring.
Then I hugged him and finally stopped his sadness.
I just thought, what's so scary, I will always follow him, refuse to leave, and never waver no matter what happens. Just smelling the warm scent on his body should be enough to support my trembling steps.
Yes, it's just that stupid and simple.
But now I feel that I was right at that time, and I have never regretted it. Even in the most difficult period, when almost everyone deserted me, I believed in love. With this thought in mind, I still insisted on walking.
Love is as difficult as it is difficult to love.
When I was young and frivolous, I simply pieced it together with such obscure words. I read it, laughed at it, and of course, loved it. No matter what, it's all in the past anyway.
The above is dedicated to the best you, you guys.