It was in the seventh year after Ye Qiu graduated from college that he met his first love again. In the intensive care unit of a military medical university in City B, Ye Qiu quietly watched An Ge lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, lifeless, and a gray breath came to his face. The memories of fifteen years ago seem to still be vivid in my mind. Fifteen years later, I learned somewhere else that the boy from the past died. This is a love story that entangled half of my life. You grew up with me, but died alone. This is not the first time I have written a broken article, but I really don't seem to like the perfect ending, just like I have always disliked sunny days, but loved rainy days, disliked the heat of summer, but loved the coldness of winter.
Thank you, the pen in my hand allows me to fulfill myself
New article reclamation, please take care of me, thank you!
Intention: Not to mention, and it seems that I have never thought of it. As soon as we see each other, we are all dazzled by you and me