"Before the war officially started, Nanjing was still a very romantic and happy place. Find a small building the size of a birdcage, read newspapers and listen to music. Buy wine when there is no curfew, and get drunk at night."
"May the moonlight shine on you, the most beautiful unspoken words of love in the world."
"The golden armor that was exposed to the storm all over the city was completely defeated after its heart-protecting scales were revealed."
"The flowers in your yard are blooming beautifully. I picked one and brought it here."
Reminiscing about self-deprecation in life
A few sparse words choked with sobs
Some drunk people will cry, some will laugh, and some will fall asleep.
Xu Pingsheng was also slightly tipsy and fell into a deep sleep.
Sweet and sad years,
Times of melancholy and despair,
Xu Pingsheng wanted to pour his soul into Du Yunqing's heart, but he had waited too long for that long kiss. He kissed his dry lips, and love burned in his heart, which was the source of his warmth.
I think that at that time, the pain of expectation that Du Yunqing had never dared to touch was suddenly declared healed. That sudden surprise must have made him feel a little dazed.
Du Yunqing was also afraid.
The tragedy of that time will never be erased from his mind.
Xu Pingsheng was injured and he went crazy.
That kind of heartache is not momentary, but long-lasting.
It was like a static hourglass in my heart, which was suddenly turned over, and began to slowly leak out fine sand again, rubbing against the most vulnerable part of my heart, causing a dry, hard and fine pain.
Xu Pingsheng was tired of the dark and heavy feeling, but he went to remember it. That kind of suffocating fear like the sticky night.
The shadow of death came over again, and all the forgotten tragedy and brokenness surged up again, like a nightmare that would never wake up.
So, he chose to leave.
He is tragically beautiful, but also eternally sad.
He was looking at this world that did not belong to him.
And Du Yunqing chose to watch.
His unforgettable infatuation would sometimes stir up his own thoughts and entangle his emotions.
"The next time I pass by, I won't be there anymore, and all I can see is you."