Zhang Yi and Song Li are both hot and cold. Bamboo horses and bamboo horses, childhood sweethearts.
Zhang Yi thought that Song Li was cold and distant, and only he could bring him out into the sunshine. They would be lifelong friends.
Song Li thought that Zhang Yi was enthusiastic and cheerful, and he would silently guard him for the rest of his life, marry a wife and have children, and live an ordinary life.
A graduation trip, an inadvertent hand-holding, and periodic temptations, the lives of two teenagers turned around.
It had been many years since we met again, and Song Li was no longer alienated, but his warm smile was not for him.
The wildfire in Zhang Yi's heart was burning fiercely, but it could not burn away the weed called Song Li.
Song Li, you are like a weed that grows in my heart. It cannot be burned or pulled out. It occupies my entire heart year after year.
From now on, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, I will share weal and woe with you!