Tan Wei, who is sitting in front of me now, is wearing casual clothes, but her movements reveal an elite sophistication and an intellectual charm that is unique to a mature woman. The same medium-long hair as when I was a student has also lost its childishness.
In fact, at a glance at each other, except for the face that looks similar to the past, there is indeed no trace of the past. Only when we talk about the past together, we are surprised to realize that it is really the same person from the past. She is still so nostalgic.
I wasn't too surprised to learn that she was currently single. "It's not like we haven't talked about it before, but it's not very suitable." Qin Wei said with a smile. I actually don't quite believe it. A doctoral graduate from Xiamen University and a young marine surveying and mapping engineer, although she was born in an ordinary family, God still treated her favorably. I know that there are many suitors of the same level around her.
I really want to ask her, is it because of He Xiangyang? I opened my mouth, but no formed syllables came out. I couldn't speak. Even after so long, from 18 to 28, I am still not sure whether she has let go of He Xiangyang. Even if we haven't contacted her for a long time, I don't want to bring up old things again and make her sad.
Intention: What we are reluctant to forget is not someone in those years, but ourselves who loved someone sincerely at that time.