That year:
In the bookstore where the sun was slightly slanting, he and she took the "Collection of Birds" at the same time. The acquaintance between their fingers, our story began...
Several years later, Mu Yicheng still remembered that Zhao Qianyu said clearly: The taste of the world is pure joy. The clear and clear eyes ironed out the dusty past...
That person:
Zhao Qianyu once said of someone: "There is a bandit gentleman who is as sharp as cutting, as sharp as polishing, as sharp as a star, and can never be quiet."
The smile hidden in the corner of the mouth quietly turned someone's cheeks red...
Under the wishing tree
"Mu Yicheng, what wish did you write?"
"I hope: everything you wish for will come true." This is my wish...
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She gently held his cold face and murmured: You are a trapped beast dormant in the dark night. I give all my sincerity, but I can't touch your soul...
That city:
Zhao Qianyu: "I am not good at anger and sharpness, but this city has made me accustomed to sadness and despair. Mu Yicheng, this city has trapped you, but you have sunk me...
Mu Yicheng: Moss Manx, I am exiled in this city of eternal night. There is no day, no sunshine, and without you, I spend all the long nights thinking about you...
Many years later, Mu Yicheng realized that the three words "Zhao Qianyu" had already become the key words in his life, and every mention of them touched all the pain. The deep and shallow traces on the paper are all your name...