Years away.
He said: "Those are our fleeting years."; And he said: "Those are our eternal years.".
That year, he appeared in his dormitory, his white shirt shining through the yellowish sunlight of late summer. He smiled gently, stretched out his hand, and said in a clear voice: "Hello, I am Qiannian, and I will be my roommate from now on. Please take good care of me."
"Well, my name is Lin Yuan." He shook his hand back, the palm of his hand was very thin and had a clear coolness.
The first encounter, the strange and gentle hand holding between the hands, became a wandering image in the hearts of the two.
In the time when each other was full of youth, everything was so simple. The confused love gradually tightened the warmth in the arms between uneasiness and relief.
Thinking about it when we are separated; thinking about it when we are together.
Holding each other's hand and walking silently, no one can understand the subtle ups and downs of the heart and the uncontrollable emotions. They can only know how to silently pour everything they can. I thought I could keep going this way.
The years of youth pass too quickly, and things change and people change in a blink of an eye.
Until time turns the silent years into incomprehensible heavy thoughts. When I breathed in the breath of the other person's existence in my thoughts, I suddenly realized: It turns out that it has always been love.
In fact, in love, clear appeal is as important as silent giving.