"Little fool, in five years I will definitely marry you home openly."
That summer, they made this promise. She was 14 and Xu Ye was 16.
The cool wind in the summer evening blew away, taking away all the heat of the day. This was not a good thing. In the summer of that year, the wind seemed to have blown them away. Those so-called promises between men and women had long been blown away. But, is this really the case? It's just that the person who said it has forgotten it, but the listener seems to have always remembered it.
"Little guy, why are you so mean to me?" Xu Ye raised his head to Lin Yao, and the golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, shining on the face of the 16-year-old boy. The boy smiled softly, with a doting look on his face, and his heart moved.
The love of youth is pure and beautiful. We all look forward to the future that belongs to us. We say those ambiguous and sweet words that people like to hear. I don't know if it will really come true.
"I don't want to delay you, I'm sorry."
In autumn, maybe they really separated. The promise of marrying him back home was a lie. For some reason, they were forced to separate. Is it a matter of distance? I don't think so. If you really have each other in your heart, I think we won't be separated even if we are at the end of the world.
Later, the 18-year-old boy left the 16-year-old girl behind
"Xuan, he would never have thought that I would miss him so much."
For half a year, I fell in love with him so deeply, but I just moved myself. He just regarded her as a temporary need. Maybe he really loved her, but he didn't make a firm choice.
"Ye, what should I use to let go of that time?"
She didn't dare to forget that period of passionate and short love, and she couldn't forget it. The 16-year-old him appeared in her chaotic world like a beam of light. How could she forget it, how could she let it go?
"You should try to love me properly"
She likes the sea, but she was born in a city far away from the sea. This time she saw the sea, which was the second and last time.
Purpose: Our story is yet to be continued