Mu Ran, the end of time. Father Time staggered away with his own baggage. Inside the baggage are the memories of Cheng Yue's entire youth. "You seem to be sent by the stars." Xue Gu always said. Under the dark sky, bit by bit, there is always a place for yourself, "I am not, it is 2020." Every time, Cheng Yue answered with a smile. Later, maybe, the stars stopped shining. Cheng Yue was not qualified to answer.
The huge bookshelf exudes the fragrance of ancient wood. There are thick and yellowed books. In the memory, the girl always stands on tiptoes and tries her best to reach for the unfinished novel, and the boy always smiles. As the autumn leaves drifted away, Zhou Yao wrote lightly to Cheng Yue, "He is not doing well now." His father's career could not withstand the wind and rain. Cheng Yue really didn't want Zhou Yao to care about Gu Qian's future.
Bohemian, so-called men are not bad, but women do not love them. Tan Yumiao finally did it. Due to family reasons, Tan Yumiao stopped studying early. When he was nineteen years old, he met Qin Hao who was riding a motorcycle. After being in love for nine years, Tan Yumiao decided to give up his youthful and frivolous love. Qin Hao smashed the bar in City Z. Their love is as vigorous as ever, and the memories of motorcycles are back in those days.
The regrets of youth are worth remembering for a lifetime.
Concept: a beautiful vision of growing up in a world of all kinds. Memories are always like this, we always convince ourselves to forget.