That year, Beijing was as hot as a big steamer. People in the subway had expressionless faces and didn't know where to look. The Xizhimen transfer station was winding and winding, as if we had completed a life. Then we met at the entrance, parted at the exit, and entered our own lives again.
Every word you ever said in my ears lingers in my mind. You said you wanted to make life a plot like an idol drama. You held an umbrella for me on a rainy night, ate ice cream together at the street corner, walked hand in hand on the streets of Xidan, looked at the big diamond ring in the window together, and made bold promises to get ahead.
Although we later had a lot of money and lived in a big house, what I missed most was the boy in white on the basketball court.
If I knew that the bullet that hit me on the head would bring not only marriage but also evil fate, I would definitely turn around and leave without hesitation.
Unfortunately, people cannot predict the future, especially ordinary people like me.