Eighteen-year-old girl He Bozhi is the most prominent presence on campus - 176cm tall. At the sports meeting of her sophomore year of high school, He Bozhi took full advantage of her long legs and made great progress. She received several certificates and a group of little fans. The continuous friend applications greatly satisfied her vanity.
"Hello, I'm your little fan girl, I, I, I, I like you so much!" Was followed by a happy emoticon. He Bozhi laughed to himself, Li Xingqing, Grade 2, Class 4, has a pretty good name.
On the honor list downstairs, Li Xingqing's slightly smiling face shines brightly in the sun. One day, when she received the heart-shaped colored paper folded by Li Xingqing, she blurted out: "A love letter?" Li Xingqing blushed all of a sudden. He Bozhi felt something twitching in his heart.
Back in the classroom, after a night of fuzzy self-study, she stupidly said to her classmate: "I may be bent."
Li Xingqing's departure was as sudden as her arrival. He Bozhi only remembered the words "I don't like you anymore", which was like a thunderbolt.
Years later, He Bozhi, a sophomore, returned to his hometown during the winter vacation and sang in a bar. She sang those cliche songs with a deep and wistful look in her eyes.
At the end of the song, He Bozhi picked up his skirt and stepped off the stage. When he looked up, he met a burning gaze. Under the flickering lights, Li Xingqing blinked at her, just like the one she saw at the school gate in the morning when she was eighteen years old.
He Bozhi couldn't help but stumbled.
Concept: Haruki Murakami once said that those who are lost will always be lost, and those who meet will meet again. If you keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions. In this turbulent youth, there is not much we can grasp, so let us be brave together, at least we can go through it together for a while.