"I've liked you for so long, I almost thought you were mine."
These eleven years of no regrets were silent.
The sad thing is that Shu Yu didn't wait until she was twenty-five, and Mr. Qiao never saw her.
The prototype is Mr. Y, you can guess at random.
"Qiao Zhu, I heard that a classmate of ours in junior high school died of intestinal cancer. His name was Shu Yu. Do you remember him?"
"Shu Yu? Who?"
My boy, thank you for lighting up my life for eleven years.
Purpose: To commemorate my Mr. Y