"The clouds are floating in the sky, and it is the wind that is pushing him forward. Write a letter to the wind, asking him to slow down a little, and then a little slower, so that I can see the mountains and rivers under the clouds and sky again."
This was what Shen Qiao wrote casually in his notebook. When Luo Jiang saw it for the first time, he laughed at his sour writing and the wrong word "piao".
He was obviously a sunny and handsome boy, but he was as emotional as a girl. Shen Qiao smiled and said nothing. Many years later, Luo Jiang learned that the cloud in the sky had a name, called Shenqiao. He wanted to send a letter to Feng, and wanted to see that cloud again...
Intention: Human life is short and unpredictable. There are many things to do that can never be finished. Although love is not the focus of life, it is more precious than any rare treasure and is hard to find. When you meet, don't be tempted, don't hesitate, don't miss it, it hurts the most if you regret it at the beginning