I first saw him on the busy street.
He stood lazily under the tree, surrounded by the laughter of his friends chatting. A girl jumped over with milk tea and patted his head. He was not annoyed and smiled and smoothed his messed up hair with his hands.
I looked at him through the crowd, and he seemed to be aware of it. He turned his head and glanced in my direction. The indifference in his eyes made me lower my head in fear.
I left that place quickly.
I don't believe in the so-called love between plants and time, but on that sultry summer day when the cicadas were chirping noisily, I just believed it when it happened to be him who was impartial.
My youth has never fallen into the wrong direction, and it is I who should turn back from the lost way.
*Be The protagonist is not good, fate update
Purpose: Socialist core values