The phone is buzzing and vibrating on the table. It's a text message from you.
You said that you were on the bus back to school, and the sun outside the bus was so bright that it was dazzling.
The weather in the provincial capital should be very good at the moment. There are no big clouds. Looking up from the waiting room of the airport, you can see the planes spreading their wings.
You said that you went to see him off the day before yesterday. You always thought you would cry, but you didn't even shed a tear.
You said, he probably won't come back after leaving this time.
You said, he is taking today's flight to Germany.
I sigh and just ask you:
Xiaobai, do you think that if He Yichen was the one who left that year, would Zhao Mosheng have waited there for so long?
Xiang Ye, who is like a novice, if you lose Xu Yi, where can you find him again?
This is a true story full of YY... Although when it happened around me, I felt that the world was an illusion...
Love is like a fairy tale, from childhood to the rainy season, sweetness and bitterness are intertwined. As a listener of the story, I have been excited, sad and gossipy, but in the end I am mostly moved~~
This article is to commemorate that period of time for a friend. The story is not well told. Please include it~~(*++*)~
PS: The names in the article are all adaptations of the abbreviations of the real names of passers-by A, B and C~~Hmm~~I'm very high~~Jiang Zi~