The glass was empty and full, the phone was on and off, after three drinks, someone started talking loudly during the dinner. Xu Yuan was sitting in the noisy crowd and his head was heavy from the heat. He recalled that 17-year-old Zhao Yu once sat at such a roadside stall and asked her expressionlessly: What do you want?
It's a pity that the tears shed cannot be used as evidence in the court, and the rain cannot diagnose the inner pain.
It turned out that she was the only one standing alone on the corridor of time from beginning to end, and every door he opened was never locked for her.
It won't open for her now.
Purpose: To commemorate those who cannot be hugged