Copy 1: Jiang Zhou walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the living room with freshly ground coffee, looking out at the Huangpu River. After a busy month, I can finally relax without any scruples. The phone vibrated and there was a new text message.
Text message content: Mom, I was admitted to H University. Dad said I can travel now. Where do you think I should go? I want to go to Tengchong to see the patches of ginkgo there, but it's not autumn yet and the ginkgo is not golden yet. Then go to Xinjiang, go to Kanas, go to Kashgar, don't worry.
This is the nth text message received.
Copy 2: If you put aside the death of her mother at the age of twelve, Ye Qingzi's life so far has been pretty good. The architect's father has never let him lack anything in his life, at least to the best of his ability. No one treats me harshly in life, and I have inherited the double-student gene from my parents. I have always been a good student, at least in terms of academic performance, I have never lagged behind others. I am a good friend Gu Chen who has been playing together since childhood.
Of course, let go of not having a mother.
Intention: About companionship, about you