In the winter when he was seventeen years old, Jiang Hengyi was walking alone on the streets of Roucheng. The street lights shone on his back. Xiao Bu stood in front of him with a gypsophila in his hand and a smile on his lips.
Against the shadow/facing the sun
Xiao Bu's unruly intrusion into Jiang Hengyi's world added a touch of color to Jiang Hengyi's ordinary life.
"I also wanted to talk to you, but you turned away when I came over. I thought you didn't want to talk to me." His tone was no longer as arrogant as before, but he was very frustrated. "I was wrong, okay." Jiang Hengyi stayed where he was and was stunned. Xiao Bu actually apologized to him.
The love of young people is pure and undying until death
Purpose: commemorate youth