The end of happiness may be half happiness and generally loneliness
But now that we have held hands, how can we forget each other?
I always thought that because the army involves a wide range of aspects, some things cannot be written in detail. Later, as I started writing, I discovered that urban life is actually more difficult to describe, with more rules and regulations. For the sake of personal privacy, it is too realistic to be streamlined.
This is a story of love and growth, from school to the army, and then to the workplace after demobilization.
P. S If there are any people or things mentioned in the article, please treat it as coincidence!
I wish the story would only stay here.
Conception: