The water droplets instantly fell into the shallow puddles on the ground, ruthlessly crumpling the two pure white figures inside. There was no time to dodge, and ripples appeared in the body, recklessly spreading out the youth that stopped at the lips and teeth and was hidden by the years.
All the scenes were carefully collected in those few blurry photos.
Acquaintance, joy, hiding deep, unwillingness, sighing, choking, stopping, wishing well.
There is no hesitation in doing so, it turns a deaf ear to it, and there is nothing good to say.
I heard the sound like wind chimes blowing in the afternoon breeze for thousands of years.
"Your future is shining, I can see it."
Wu Jiang smiled and said: "My eyesight is not very good, but I can hear it thousands of years in the future."
"I don't like you" is the lie I told the world.
An unknown campus singer and an outsider actor
From the perspective of the third character, he writes about Ten Thousand Years, Wujiang's reunion at the age of 18, farewell at the age of 23, and the reunion at the age of 28 and then seeing each other again is the next life.