Sang Yu was holding an umbrella and walking towards home. As he approached the community, he saw a boy leaning against the sycamore tree with his hands in his pockets and his eyes were indifferent. He said on his face, "Keep away from strangers." He seemed to be waiting for someone. Holding an umbrella, there was no indifference just now, only a look of doting. Seeing this, Sang Yu thought that she and Lu Yao would never have anything to do with each other in this life. He was indeed handsome and met Sang Yu's requirements for mate selection, but two cold-tempered people would separate sooner or later. Sang Yu shook his head and thought so much about it. They probably would never see each other again, but Sang Yu saw him again on the basketball court the next day. The evening breeze blew and the story began. I also want to live for myself once, and I don't have to stop the loss in time.
Intention: When fate is gone, we will be separated