The smell stimulates the sense of smell and touches the depths of the soul. Walking a few steps on the street, you can smell the pungent smell of low-quality perfume. To this day, Su Nansheng's body trembles. The familiar smell passing by him suddenly brings to mind scenes from many years ago...
She loved fireworks very much, and Su Nansheng saved up his part-time salary for a year. Take her to Japan to watch fireworks. That time, he didn't look at the fireworks, and she didn't look at him either.
Su Nansheng is great at playing basketball, with a strong body, tall and flexible. Each ball seems to be on target, always accurate. Every time he made a shot, he would look toward the stands. The girl sitting there smiled. His heart was melted.
Everyone knew that Xu Huaizhi liked Su Nansheng, but he pretended not to know and never responded.
"It won't affect me at all if we are together, really! You don't even want to believe me!" Xu Huaizhi burst into tears, and his palm-sized face was filled with sadness.
Mr. Su stroked the head of the girl in front of him and said, "Little girl, be good. I have nothing to do with you. This is the longest relationship I can give you. You have a great future and your road is bright. I only wish you to walk your own path happily. As for me, you are not worthy!"
Hearing this, Xu Huaizhi was stunned. Sitting there for a long time. She stood up and left resolutely. She was a little girl who always looked back every step of the way when she and Su Nansheng went shopping in the supermarket. Today I disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Sometimes it's so strange, no contact for a week, no contact for a month, no contact for three to five years. Slowly it became a thing of the past.
Now the flowers in the south of the city are blooming. Fortunately, things are the same and people are not the same.
Purpose: youth literature, fresh and healing, inspiring growth.