When I was 18 years old, you asked me with a smile, "Do you want to be the physics class representative together?"
I said yes
From that moment on, your presence was everywhere in my youth: the broken filter bottle, the dedicated "math teacher", the bodyguard who helped me carry my schoolbag and pull the car door, the sunset on the beach, and the four-leaf clover ring...
That day you said to me, "I'll come out to you when I have a holiday."
But from then on, there was no news.
I once thought that the road to school was very long, endless, and I thought that the hands with rings on them would never be separated again if they were held tightly.
In the farewell subway station, the handwriting on the letter was wet with tears, but the word "Jingran" was still so clear.
I seem to still be able to hear you saying to me, "Jingran, goodbye."
PS.
1. Be short stories, read with caution
2. No bloodshed, no quarrels, no misunderstandings, just two clean teenagers who kept their love in the purest youth.
3. The newly opened "The System Gave Me a Huge Task" is a sweet campus essay in Chuanshu. Those who like the author's writing style can check it out.
Intention: I left the best of you in the best time.