When Gu Zichong turned 19, he met his idol off-screen for the first time, went on a volunteer trip with strangers for the first time, walked through alleys and alleys to see the capital for the first time, and mustered up the courage to formally participate in a competition for the first time.
When Gu Zichong was 19 years old, he met Jiang Zaidong for the first time. Only this one thing was needed to make everything else easy. Because I met him, the evening breeze in late spring turned the pages of the book in my hand, the scorching sun and the chirping of cicadas sang midsummer music together, and thousands of houses were brightly lit under the moonlit night of mid-autumn.
On the midsummer afternoon of that year, they lined up in a long line under the scorching sun, gnawing on popsicles and listening to the roar of the crowd.
In the cold early morning of late autumn that year, Jiang Zaidong held him in his arms and walked on the streets of Gu Zichong's hometown. They drank wine late at night and porridge early in the morning, and they waited for the bus together at the deserted platform.
I was lucky enough to meet you during the sycamore rainy season in April in Jinling that year.
Gentle, slow, silly and aggressive
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