"After the desolation, there are spring mountains."
At the end of the physical education class that day, Meng Shan and her friends returned to class. At the corner on the east side of the stairs, they met Chen Wu again.
In the dim light, he was wearing that black T-shirt, with one hand in his pocket and a lazy posture. The scarlet red on his fingertips was particularly dazzling.
The wind blew, and his eyes followed.
There was an aggressive look in his eyes, like a dangerous beast.
Her friend took her around to a distance, recounted his glorious deeds, and reminded her not to have a relationship with such a person.
One of them is a good student in the teacher's mouth, a treasure held in the palm of his hand; the other is a frequent visitor on the punishment list, and is a piece of mud that cannot hold up the wall.
Like two parallel lines, they will never intersect.
But it was also that night, in the narrow alley.
Just after a melee, Chen Wu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head and looked at the figure a few meters away, looking relaxed, raising his eyebrows and joking: "Aren't you afraid?"
Meng Shan walked up to him with clear eyes: "I'm not that timid."
He chuckled: "Really?"
But the next second, Qing Lin's breath approached, and he circled the person into a corner, his eyes darkened: "Do you dare to fall in love?"
The winter was very long that year, and even midsummer was a bit cooler.
Raindrops splashed and moisture dispersed, and she said her last goodbye to him.
Chen Wu was half-leaning on the damp stone wall, with fallen cigarette ashes burning on his cold white arms. His voice was muted and he said coldly: "Think about it, this is the last chance."
In the rain curtain, the girl's figure is stubborn and straightforward.
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Many years later, on such a rainy day, they met again on the street, their eyes met, and neither of them spoke first.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Wu walked to the street with an umbrella and looked down at the shrunken figure.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, as if helpless and self-deprecating.
"Meng Shan."
"Give me another chance."
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That night, Chen Wu dreamed of the night when he was seventeen again.
Under the dim street lights, two figures, one tall and one low, were close together.
Blood slowly flowed down his brow bone, a half-burned cigarette was held between his fingertips, and gray-white circles covered his vision, leaving only a trace of scarlet that was particularly dazzling in the night.
Meng Shan went over to smoke out the cigarette in his hand, took out a band-aid from her pocket and put it on his forehead, but he violently pinched her wrist, with red eyes: "If you don't want to die, just leave me alone."
In the cold and quiet night of winter moon, the girl's eyes are clean and pure, and one look at them is unforgettable.
She looked at him and said, "Chen Wu."
"Have you ever heard a word?"
Time stood still for a few seconds, and he suppressed the anger between his brows, and his voice was so hoarse that it tore apart: "What?"
"Wherever the plains end, there are spring mountains."
Later, he told her: "Chen Wu's end will always be Meng Shan."
Chen Wu × Meng Shan
Angry boy × girl with low self-esteem
The text of the redemption article was revised on October 16, 2022, the second revision was on March 11, 2023, and the third revision was on January 1, 2024.
"Wherever the plains end, there are spring mountains" - from Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha·Waiting for the Broken Plum Blossoms"
Intention: Grow up well.
