I have known Fu Zhijian for less than a year. We have only met 21 times, and only once did I dislike Fu Zhijian. This will be the twenty-second time we meet, and of course, if nothing else happens, it will also be the last time.
I like you, what tells me is the joy in my heart and the lively beating in my chest every time I see you.
I don't know how to describe the story between me and her, and I don't know where to start. The distant gazes between a group of cosplayers, the clasped hands when taking pictures, the warmth and softness on the side of my face, the joy and peace of mind when I threw myself into her arms; or more than 20 minutes of voice calls, more than two hours of phone calls, each other's sleeping dolls, hand-stitched sachets and self-woven bracelets and anklets; every point is soaked in the unique romance, tenderness and hotness of youth, and every detail is exquisite and can only be mediocre. The unknown beginning, the hurried and short process, and the ending without any problem; are all ordinary and dull, even boring, but they are also beautiful, passionate and painful to the bones. As the years pass by and memories are covered in dust, I thought that time has wiped away all my troubles, but I still look at a certain direction and my eyes get hot; but I am so hasty and embarrassed that I have to avoid the corner of her clothes even before the tears can fall. It is embarrassing and terrifying.
How to put it, joy, excitement, surprise, beauty, falsehood, panic, and many regrets, these are all.
Concept: The joy of teenage years always comes suddenly and enthusiastically, but the gorgeous years are often intertwined with many regrets. Maybe some people are willing to be imprisoned, but even so, she can still move forward very far with persistence. That person, even though he was imprisoned, still moved forward; those years, even if they were dull, were still hot and passionate.