Binjie, where a story begins
Five years old, under the sycamore tree, one, two, three, four, five, dancing in a circle for five steps, turning around and hitting my head
Ten years old, by the North Sea, the sea breeze was blowing, and on the beach, a castle was built to invite the little shell princess
Fifteen years old, family trip to Northern Europe, the sky was filled with auroras, and love was just beginning.
At the age of eighteen, I went to university in the same city, but was lost in the vast sea of people. There was occasional news, but I never met. The taking-off flight was a trace of farewell. One of them left for a foreign country, and the other stayed behind and pretended to be strong.
At the age of twenty, everything was not going well, so I went out to relax, and we met again in the afterglow of the setting sun on the sea.
No one has become the best, and even a little embarrassed, but it is a better reunion with better selves.
It's natural that we are together, every day is Valentine's Day, the sweethearts stand up and don't take the blame, Qingmei is too cute and pokes her head, there are so many tricks on Douyin, Qingmei always falls into them
Is it me, Lin Ningyou, who can't lift the knife? Or Fang Mingqi, are you too arrogant?
The sweet first love ferments over time and exudes a strong aroma of wine. Amidst the wonderful farewells and encounters, we are still together and never leave.