"YUAN, what's the explanation?"
"Yuan?"
Occasionally, Qingquan saw the boy in the small square. The boy's fingertips were pressed on the guitar, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he fell into Qingquan's dream.
What I thought was the beginning turned out to be the end of the story.
The peach-flavored fruit candies, the YUAN song without lyrics, and Qinhu that day...
Yang left nothing behind, and seemed to have left a lot of fragments. Only then did Qingquan realize that they had not even added their contact information.
With this secret thought in mind, and circulating YUAN's vague tones, Qingquan went to the small square again after the college entrance examination.
This time, she finally understood.
The day I met you, everything I could see was sunshine.
Intention: You are the light