After Wu Xianfeng transferred to another school and left, I imagined in my diary every day and night how he and I would meet again one day in the future. I wrote countless times that I would pretend not to see him until then, waiting for him to find me and wait for him to approach me. But the truth is always so cruel. I walked in his direction for many years. In the following days, he is still my guidepost. I still have to take the initiative to walk into him. This seems to have formed a habit for me, as if I was born to be like this. We are on the same track. I chase him. This road is endless. Head, I don't know when I started running behind him, and I don't know when I can stop. I was so tired that I even cut off the runway, but seeing his farther and farther back, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't help but chase him forward, and then I fell into the cliff that I cut off myself.
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