When we are teenagers, we always talk about love easily, and it is easy to believe in beautiful stories like holding hands and growing old together. It is not until we are ignorant and frivolous that we understand that the person you really love from early morning to late afternoon may not be able to accompany you through spring, summer, autumn, winter, and the alternation of the four seasons. I still clearly remember the way he smiled with warm eyebrows when he told me his name was Qin Fei, and how green he was when he rode a tandem bicycle with me all night but didn't dare to ask for my number. There was a cool breeze that night, and the weight of the two of them made his shirt soaked with sweat as he pedaled hard on the wheel. We sat together at the foot of the roadside steps to rest. When he looked at me from the side, his eyes were like stars. At that time, at an age when we had nothing, we were able to fall in love with our passion. . .