Short story, first person, Jian Zhe's perspective (BE)
"The light turned into little fragments and became a thought that I couldn't hold in my hand. From then on, Shengxia and you missed half a beat in my heart and became irreplaceable for me."
"The emotions of young people are always linked to romance. No one can guess how crazy and moved young people are."
"The songs belonging to summer come from the headphones, and the shirt is blown up by the evening breeze. The sparkling soda and you are both the feeling of summer, and my heart beats unconsciously."
BE.
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When I was a freshman in high school, I fell in love with someone, and I stayed with him forever.
In my sophomore year of high school, I confessed my love to him. I thought it was one person's secret love, but I didn't expect that it was two people running towards each other.
He promised me, "accompany me to watch the forty-fourth sunset."
"The little prince's love for roses will last forever. My love for Shen Qingyu will always be sincere and passionate."
In my senior year of high school, I started working hard for our bright future. But fate always likes to play tricks on people, and Shen Qingyu suffered from leukemia that year.
He shaved his head due to chemotherapy, and to accompany him, I also shaved off all my hair.
I was scared, scared that he would leave me. But he failed to survive in the end, and my love remained in the midsummer of my senior year of high school.
"My lover died in my senior year of high school, and my love stayed in the cold winter of that year."
"Shen Qingyu, if there is an afterlife, you must fulfill your promise and accompany me to watch the forty-fourth sunset."
After you died, I also lost all my enthusiasm, and all that was left to me was endless thoughts.
"Shen Qingyu, I miss you very much. Did you hear me?"
In the second year after Shen Qingyu's death, I wrote this article to commemorate the days between us.
"Want to watch the sunset alone?"
"No, I'm waiting for someone, waiting for my lover"
Intention: Cherish the moment, no ifs