Gu Xi from Jiangcheng met the bad boy He Chi, or He Chi crashed into the life of the "rich young master" Gu Xi. Everything started in that hazy late summer, and the streets of Jiangcheng recorded that unforgettable time.
"Times are not always smooth. Years are like people, unpredictable and changeable."
The past time is like sand blown away by the wind. When you see it disappear, you can always find a few fine grains of sand. Over the years, you can piece together the trivial old days in your memory.
Ten years later, Gu Xi returned to Jiangcheng again. The sunshine of the past passed through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, and the flowers of this season fell into the soil of that season, as if everything was the same as before. The people who can't be kept have never become roads, and there are still familiar roadside stalls and canteens.
"I finally figured it out. You are indeed gone, and they can't change you."
The me of yesterday and the me of now remain here, thinking about what the future will be like with you.
(Probably no one is watching, so I'm just thinking about it)
Intention: dependence and letting go, gain and loss