Some people say that every girl loves two men in her life, one is a rock singer and the other is a Mercedes-Benz driver.
He doesn't sing rock 'n' roll, and he doesn't drive fast cars.
He was just one of the people on the street corner, dressed in black and smoking a cigarette on his motorcycle.
I thought he was a wild and arrogant young man.
But found that he was just a gentle young man hiding in his shell.
He was fragile and conflicted, loving me and pushing me away.
He was all the love and passion of my youth and the absurd impulse of my life.
Ten years later, he is no longer what he used to be.
But I always love him. That man was unknown when he was young.
Ps:
1. SC; first love;
2. Campus; healing;
3. Race car driver and writer.
The ending is undecided, I didn't think too much about it, the campus part is finished.
Purpose: socialist values