The heart is like a vast maze, thousands of miles away, in which there is no boat that can ferry people across, and there is nothing others can do except crossing it by oneself.
When Chen Qiao read this sentence written by Sanmao, his heart sank for no reason.
His Zhou Zhou, who had accompanied him through the waves since childhood, was just a small boat drifting in the vast ocean of his life.
Maybe Zhou Zhou's sailing direction is deviating from himself, maybe there are always people who want to ride on Zhou Zhou's lonely sail.
Chen Qiao thought that I would not keep you. This is the greatest disrespect for our relationship.
Chu Mo thought about what kind of existence he was to Zhou Zhou. This question would eventually deflect to what kind of existence Zhou Zhou was to him.
He didn't want to deceive himself, but when he grew up to his 30s, he no longer had enough courage to be honest.
Until finally he heard Zhou Zhou say, let's stop here at the end of Chu, and he suddenly felt relieved,