I never thought that the words carved on the desk that year, "Treat me as before, bury me with time." Would become our ending. Walking in the familiar streets and alleys, the smell of camellia pervades the entire Yancheng. On the other side of the small bridge, I saw Jian Yu, who had been entangled with me for several years. He was looking at me there, and I looked at him, and that smile was engraved in my bones. In the end, he walked to the left side of the bridge, and I walked in the opposite direction to him, passing him by. That time was the last time we met in our lives. Later I went to another city, Gucheng, and grew old alone.