Copy 1: Seventeen-year-old An Xinnuo is just a little tail wrapped around Shen Yiqiu.
"Jing Ke! Jing Ke! Just wait for me!"
At that time, teenagers were easily shy, always keeping their heads down and hiding away as much as possible.
What An Xinnuo saw most during high school was Shen Yiqiu's back.
At that time, she thought: Why bother taking a good time with someone you can't keep up with no matter how much you chase her?
So she waved her sleeves and left for seven years.
Seven years later, when she was blocked between the chest and the wall by a man with red eyes, and when she heard him lower his voice and say viciously: "An Xinnuo, do you still know how to come back?", She could not for a moment put him together with the young man in her memory who covered his face with his hands to cover his redness.
I have thought about the past over and over again in the days and nights without you. After you come back, I no longer need to rely on memories to draw warmth.
Copy 2: An Nuoxin never thought that one day his life would be described as bloody.
The age of eighteen is like a watershed, isolating the optimistic and cheerful self on the other side, leaving the self with a forced smile to continue moving forward.
If she could, she also wished that she had never chosen politics, never insisted on staying in this class, and never stopped Shen Yiqiu that night... Maybe now, it wouldn't be like a joke.
If she could, she would rather never have known them.
I would like to write this article to commemorate my eighteen-year-old life when the war was in chaos, and to give it to you who are remembering me or who are still in your youth.