Can a boy you meet at the age of 15 really brighten your life?
What he looked like the first time:
He was pushed to the ground and fought with a group of people. He refused to admit defeat and resisted. There was no wave on his face and he was unyielding. He stood in front of everyone and walked slowly, his hair fluttering in the evening wind. His eyes were like bottomless sea water. It was cold and scary but people couldn't help but yearn for it. There was dust on his black coat. He took the initiative to talk to her, but he only said "sarcasm".
What he looked like when they were separated:
He held half a cigarette in his hand, said nothing, and looked at her... His hair was in a mess. When she walked to the door, he said in a hoarse voice, "It's not me." "It's really not me." She didn't look back, didn't look at him, and left... He sat on the ground, put out the cigarette, and didn't look at the wall. His mind went blank. He was unwilling to accept it...
What he looked like when we saw him again:
He waved at her and ran towards her, but his face was cold, he had blue hair, black earrings, and smelled of tobacco and alcohol. He handed over a note, "Be obedient, and you will be responsible for the consequences." His eyes were cold and piercing, and the love he had at the beginning had long since disappeared. When I saw him at night, he was lying on the burgundy sofa in a black shirt. Over the years, many things have changed, except Qipai. There were many beauties around him, and the name he called her became "Hey!"
What he looked like at the end:
A pink and white sweatshirt, a pair of white pants, and a pair of classic white shoes were waiting for her at the entrance of the mall. The midday sun shone on his black hair. He blocked the sun with his hands from time to time but did not dare to leave this position for even half a step. She ran back and he opened his arms to hug her. It was warm and fragrant. There was no smell of tobacco and alcohol, only the scent of jasmine. He gently rubbed her head, like touching a fragile baby, carefully
Meeting you is the end of fate, the end of life
I work hard for the day I spend with you.
"Let me go"
"I know you can't live without me"
"Can you be normal!"
"I want it too!"
How can people who have never felt warmth learn to be warm?
Everyone has their own beam of light, but can the light be caught?
Intention: Seize your own light and make yourself excellent. Everyone has their own story and everyone is working hard to live.
