Jiang Qing has liked Shen Liaoping for ten years
In the silence of countless nights, no one knew the hot love hidden in Jiang Qing's eyes.
There is an alley on the east and west roads, surrounded by densely packed stalls, and the bustling street is full of shouts.
The setting sun is already hanging in the sky, and the old gray buildings are illuminated bright red.
Jiang Qing pushed open the old wooden door, and the sound of decaying wood came out. She walked forward indifferently, brushing her white hands across the dusty table, and the memories of the youthful and ignorant era were slowly revealed.
"Hello, I'm Jiang Qing, what's your name?"
"Let's go to school together"
"Let's go home together after school."
I'm waiting for you"
"I'm not that good, I got first place"
"I passed the exam"
"I think I have someone I like."
"I like you"
Memories of the past are like scattered catkins, gently and everywhere piercing Jiang Qing's memories.
Falling in love with Shen Liaoping has become a piece of flesh and blood in Jiang Qing's bones that cannot be peeled off or thrown away.
Shen Liaoping died unexpectedly, and Jiang Qing was like a butterfly chrysalis wrapped in a cocoon in this world. Without Shen Liaoping, the butterfly could not find the motivation to break out of the cocoon. It was trapped in the cocoon, unable to open its wings or radiate its own light.
Jiang Qing once thought that she could do without Shen Liaoping. After her rebirth, the moment she saw Shen Liaoping, she wanted to run to him. She wanted to snuggle in his arms, press her cheek against his and say with a trembling voice of endless grievance, "Shen Liaoping, I really can't do it without you."
Intention: youth