Chen Nianwan felt that there was nothing worth regretting in life, because someone told her: everything is the best arrangement. But every time I hear a song or a name, there will always be a little bit of sadness in my heart. Xia Liang said: "So Chen Nianwan, you regret it, right?", "There is nothing to regret, everything is the best arrangement. It's just... A little regretful that I couldn't give him a beautiful first love story." Chen Nianwan looked out the window and sniffed.
Qingfeng Li stood on the podium, looking up at the dusty fan on the roof. The blackboard behind him was filled with troublesome chemical equations. He watched the shaky heads falling one after another, and a smiling face with squinting eyes appeared in his mind. She pursed her lips and looked out the window. The cherry blossoms behind the teaching building were in bloom. The petals fell one by one and turned into snow in the air. The girl had a high ponytail and a thick cotton school uniform. She circled in the snow, fell and rolled. She got up with difficulty, ran, and disappeared.
Intention: Everything is the best arrangement
