When our youth grows old, what memories will we have?
Gu Cong, do you still remember 16-year-old Ji Yuxi? Will you still stand under the X-large lilac tree and wait for her as you promised her?
However, we just pass through the door of youth and cannot go back.
Gu Cong, 25, was reading Song poetry in a bookstore when he accidentally opened a page like this:
"I remember that year, under the flowers, late at night, when I first met Xie Niang. The painted curtain hung down on the west side of the water hall.
Hand in hand with the dark phase period.
Melancholy, Xiaoying and the waning moon, farewell, separated from the sound and dust. Now we are all strangers,
There is no reason to meet. "
How could he not know that this was Wei Zhuang's "Lotus Leaf Cup". Ji Yuxi once wrote this poem stroke by stroke in Gu Cong's notebook when he was in high school. Not only did the words come true, but many years later when Gu Cong opened that page of notes, he would always sigh. The girl who liked Tang poetry and Song lyrics has disappeared from his life. There is only youth, only the shadow and breath of youth, floating above the sky as if there is no ground.
"Ji Yuxi, are you okay?"
Gu Cong closed the book and read in silence.
The 16-year-old Ji Yuxi is still fresh in his memory...
Remember the flowers that year...