Song Wencheng moved his position closer to Xu Miaoyu. The distance between our hearts seems to have not changed at all: he was born on the equator, warm and cozy; while she grew up at the pole, with the sky full of snow. The two of them have extremely poor third eyes and are far away from each other. It seems that they will never have any intersection in this life. Because the equator cannot hold snowflakes, and hate cannot tolerate love.
Bridge section: There is a dim street lamp next to the platform, which vaguely illuminates the platform. The iron chair was stained with rust, and the awning above the head was riddled with holes and covered with dense moss. An unknown animal ran over to the awning and made a squeaking sound. The rainwater accumulated in the groove was kicked over by it and leaked from the hole. Xu Miaoyu quickly leaned to the left and accidentally bumped into Song Wencheng.
He consciously moved to the left to make a space for her. Viewed from a distance, two figures, one red and one black, stood side by side under the dilapidated platform. The red figure stood in the middle, and half of the black figure was outside the platform. The cold rain beat on his body, but he remained silent.
The sound of rain is like a woman guarding the fortress alone, sad and wandering, silent and desolate, looking forward to the figure in the distance.