How About Having You for the Rest of My Life?

When Song Jingyu was seven years old, Jiang Yansheng was eight years old. That was their first meeting. The young man from the Jiang family snatched a piece of candy from the girl from the Song family and gave a "chirp" expression on his face. Song Xiaoniu, who was wearing pigtails, looked at her empty palms and the big saliva marks on her face, feeling a little confused. Then, he flattened his mouth, silently raised his fists, and looked at him with contempt: "Come on, let's have a fight..." The next day, the young master of the Jiang family died. The girl from the Song family became famous in one battle, and from then on, Song Jingyu's name resounded throughout the kindergarten. When Song Jingyu was ten years old, Jiang Yansheng was eleven years old. A little boy and a little girl sang songs and held hands as they walked home from school. Under the moonlight, two small shadows are cast, walking on the cherry blossom avenue, infinite warmth and beauty. Jiang Xiaoshao suddenly realized something and turned his face sideways pretending to be calm: "Ahem, what, we seem to have lost our way..." The girl's face instantly turned cold, she moved her hands and feet, and raised her fingers towards the boy: "Jiang Xiaobai, come here." The young master of the Jiang family died. When Song Jingyu was fourteen, Jiang Yansheng was fifteen. Under the sun, a boy in a white shirt "flyed up" in a coquettish way, and the basketball in his hand hit the basket steadily. I don't know if I was dazzled by the dazzling light. At this time, Song Jingyu under the basket was smiling very charmingly, with beautiful eyes looking forward to it. Then, for some reason, Jiang Xiaoshao's hand shook a little, and the basketball accurately "flyed" towards Song Xiaoniu's... Breasts, grandma's. The young master of the Jiang family continued to die. When Song Jingyu was seventeen, Jiang Yansheng was eighteen. The rainy season of seventeen. The blooming season of eighteen. But - they are no longer what they used to be. At the airport, they held hands, reminisced about the past, smiled at each other, hugged, and then - goodbye. They boarded different planes and went to different places. Song Jingyu went to France. Jiang Yansheng went to the United States. There is no longer a young man in a white shirt with a mean smile on his face calling in his ear: "Song Jinyu." There was no longer an unusually tough girl who picked up a kitchen knife and shouted to him: "Jiang Xiaobai." Three whole years. Everything is calm. When Song Jingyu was twenty, Jiang Yansheng was twenty-one. They returned home at the same time and met at the airport. There is no longer the intimacy of the past. She said calmly: "Long time no see." He nodded: "Long time no see." If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? Those years are gone. I only wish that the people I care about are safe and happy. When Song Jingyu was twenty-one, Jiang Yansheng was twenty-two. They began to travel between banquets for an investment and a bid, and began to learn to win over people's hearts. They gradually became calm and decisive. Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest. In this society where the jungle prevails, they do their best, just because they have something they want to protect and just want to keep their original intention. The boy and girl who used to be have grown up, but time, what have you left behind? When Song Jingyu was twenty-two years old, Jiang Yansheng was twenty-three years old. On how many nights, Song Jingyu held the phone, hugged himself tightly, squatted by the overpass, and murmured: "Jiang Xiaobai, I'm tired, I'm really tired... I don't want this, I don't want... This..." But there is always only a cold mechanical female voice on the other end of the phone. When Song Jingyu was twenty-five, Jiang Yansheng was twenty-six. She called: "Jiang Xiaobai." The young man smiled and said: "Song Jinyu." Fortunately, everything is as it was before. How about having you for the rest of my life?