"When we were young, not in childhood, or in high school, do we count as being together?" I grabbed the corner of his clothes, and the smell of alcohol rushed into my nose, and I started to get drunk again and again.
"What?" Lu Yan supported me with one hand and opened the door with the other.
"You have never confessed your love to me." I clung to his shoulders pitifully and refused to get in the car. "I've always been chasing you."
Lu Yan looked at me, sighed and shook his head, picked him up and put him on the car seat.
"Just accuse me wrongly." He closed the car door, walked around to the other side, and started the car.
"We finally meet again, can you chase me instead?" I slowly rubbed my head over, opened my eyes wide, and tried to stare at Lu Yan's side face in my dizzy vision.
Lu Yan seemed to smile, but I couldn't see clearly, and I can't remember exactly what happened next. But the scenes of that youthful year reappeared clearly in my groggy mind, and it was a beautiful dream. It's great. I curled up the corners of my mouth unconsciously. After so long, I finally stopped falling into a dream and didn't want to wake up.