I don't know since when, Song Qinghuai likes to stare at the ceiling in a daze, for one hour, two hours...
Until later, she got her wish and installed the wooden lampshade for herself, and her time in daze became less and less.
Things are the same, time has changed, the place has changed, the people have changed, nothing can go back...
I don't know since when, Lin Miao began to notice a tall and thin girl, wearing the same red canvas shoes, with short hair, who liked to walk in her own shadow. If he walked towards her on that rainy day, would everything be different...
The story is like this, we can't change it, we can only move on. We hope for things we don't get, but choose to throw them away when we get them, like a naughty child, mature in appearance but premature in mind.
Concept: Stories are like life, you can only move forward and cannot go back