The first time I met him was at the entrance of an alley.
In the alley in autumn, the remaining flowers and willows are falling, and the branches and leaves are swaying.
Deep in the alley, the young man hit the man with fists and fists. "Hey, if you fight again, someone will die."
"If you keep meddling in other people's business, I'll get you too."
Hearing this, he raised the corners of his mouth and looked at her with sharp and cold eyes.
The second time was when I heard his name from someone else's mouth.
Unruly, dissolute and romantic, she has countless admirers but has never been sincere.
He always sneered and didn't take it seriously.
I met him again later, in a corner outside the school.
He lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall lazily, his passionate and affectionate peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed.
Behind her was another person who was beaten to the ground by him. She looked into his dark eyes, was stunned for a moment, and then prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, he blocked the way. He pressed the scarlet red on his fingertips and blew out the last round of smoke rings from his sexy thin lips.
"You've seen me do good deeds every time, and you still want to run away?"
The sun made the shadows extra long, and that summer seemed to become very far away.
It's so far away that you can't see the road ahead clearly, but it's just that far away.
Intention: Two-way redemption