1.
In 1996, Zhang Jiaming was 17 years old and an extremely gentle boy.
He fell in love with the aloof academic An An and held her dear to his heart for two years.
In the county high school in the 1990s, a passionate and green first love, a warm and quiet time.
Liu Zi burned An An until his flesh and blood were blurred, and uncovered the only inverse scale on Zhang Jiaming's body.
Gentleness turned into violence. He beat the instigator into a cripple and then dropped out.
When he left, he said: "An'an, you don't have to wait, I will come by myself."
An An didn't wait.
A year later, when she went to college and someone was pursuing him, she would simply say: "I have a boyfriend and he will come see me in a while."
The day he came, time connected. Gentle young man, just like before.
She was doted on by him.
Reality rolled in, and he began to feel inferior, confused, and wanted to let go.
Under the attention of his brothers, An An shaved his long hair back to a straight length and said calmly: "Everyone will rebel once in their life. I will treat your rebellion period as delayed."
Zhang Jiaming asked: "But you have always been so kind and have never been rebellious."
She replied: "I also rebelled once and fell in love with you when I was 16."
2.
In his young years when he was exiled by his relatives, he fell in love with that cold girl at first sight. From then on, I spent my whole life being gentle with her.
He came from the darkness, but he lit a fire in her sixteen years old, lighting up her entire youth.
Loving her is like warm soy milk in the morning.
Loving her is the sound of the roaring wind of a speeding locomotive.
Loving her is unbridled preference and protection.
Loving her is like the cool first kiss when the mountains and rivers are covered with winter snow.
Loving her means carrying her on my back in the red light and shadow again and again in winter dusk.
Loving her is a universal backpack that prepares everything for her.
To love her is to leave quietly again and again, not letting her taste the feeling of farewell.
Loving her is like the fireworks on the glacier in winter.
I love her because of the Leonid meteor shower in 1999.
Loving her is 32 photos of the sunset.
Love her is the pot of jasmine that blooms in the north.
Loving her means that when I was a boy in Xianyi and Anguma, I had a dream of fireworks in the world.
To love her is to build the first house for her with your fists.
Loving her means letting her shine brightly even if she is humbled into dust.
I love you so much, but I don't dare to express my love easily. I carefully wait until the day I turn eighteen.
Love so much, but dare not talk about the future. Letting go is the final fulfillment.
What about her? Love?
Certainly!
She has always been cold and indifferent, loving him is all her passion and persistence.
She had always followed the rules, and falling in love with him since she was sixteen was the coolest thing she had ever done in her life.
Use a difficult two-way journey to exchange for a dull life.
Intention: Thank you for the love that started when you were young
