The Rain on the Eaves of Half the City Is an Old Timer

In my youthful memory, I once said with red eyes and red face that I like you, but in the end it was just a marriage certificate between you, Zhuang Jingsheng, and someone else. All the misfortunes, in exchange for meeting you, may not be very happy. This is the first time I see you, Gu Moxing. Under the blue sky of Tibet, your smiling face against the sun and the wind has never been blurred in my green memory! "Meeting Jun Chu is like an old friend returning to Jun Chu?" I remember the gentleness in your eyes at that time, and I remember my surprise at that time. You were the first person to tell me the meaning of the name my parents originally gave me! "Gu Moxing, are you also a fake? It doesn't matter if you are fake, it doesn't matter!" I looked at Gu Moxing with red eyes and slowly started talking to myself!