A young man like him should not be trapped in a dark alley. He should be facing the sun, always bright and dazzling, always positive.
At that moment, I seemed to see the young man in front of me in the abyss, but I was powerless to pull him out of the abyss. After all, I did not have the courage to bleed for the rose with thorns.
He is a rose with thorns. Even if it is rotten, it is still a lovable rose.
"Hey, it's boring." Jiang Zeyang couldn't help but sarcastically took out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke filled my eyes, and I couldn't help but cough: "Ahem... Don't smoke."
Jiang Zeyang raised his eyebrows, took a long puff of cigarette, looked at my school badge, and slowly spit out two words: Goodbye.
I slowly raised my head, and the lonely and tall figure of the young man was moving away from me, gradually disappearing into the darkness.
Jiang Zeyang.
I chanted his name silently in my mind.
He seemed like the last ray of sunshine in the abyss and swamp.
Engraved in my memory.
It also stayed in my youthful life.
Concept: Youth story