I am resolute, I love you, it is destined.
It was such an afternoon when the sunlight could penetrate all the leaf veins and gaps and shine directly into the eyelids. Looking at it from Xia Cheng's perspective, everything was golden, so he remembered someone's words that were full of metaphors: This world is made of silver. Xia Cheng thought to himself, this world is obviously made of gold.
With such a bright mood, Xia Cheng's hair swayed up and down as he walked, and the first-grade junior high school textbook in his hand screamed that it would not last long, like Lego that was about to fall apart. When the wind blew, it immediately shattered to the ground.
There are clouds and flowers in the sky, scattered one after another, and the grass exudes the greenness of fresh pruning. The child who has not lost his childishness, the shameless wild dog, the third-year junior high school senior and the transfer student Xia Cheng.
He and Xia Cheng at that time.
An Zhiming.
Under the impact of the crowd, he and she separated, reunited, and separated.
"If you had appeared in my life earlier, would you have been the same as you are now?!" The memory was fuzzy and fragmentary. Xia Cheng always held An Zhiming's slender hand and asked some nutritious questions.
An Zhiming tucks Xia Cheng's thin bangs, which shows that he is hesitating, "I think I will, after all, I will run against the current towards you, just like now."
The comet at night wanders away, its tail pulling out white threads one after another, and finally disappears among countless star grains.
"You, An Zhiming, are the most important person to me, Xia Cheng.
Purpose: I want to realize my dream of publishing a book.