It was very cold in December, and it snowed heavily in Nanchen Alley at night. The branches in the alley were covered with snowflakes, which gradually fell with the wind.
The wind whistled from her ears, and Xu Wan raised her beautiful eyes to look at the first heavy snowfall in the north. The street lights at night reflected the snow in a golden color, and a faint full moon could be seen through the branches.
The mottled tree shadows fluttered on Lu Siye's body, reflecting his fair face. Xu Yuan turned his head and looked at the angular face of the young man next to him and thought: "If it snows and we don't hold an umbrella, can we go to the old age?"
The young man who came later still had a sharp look on his face, and there was still burning hope and light in his eyes.
In the bar, Lu Siye's peach blossom eyes under his eyebrows looked at the person in front of him with a bit of wildness: "I want to try to let go of hatred not because I want to forgive you, not because you deserve to be forgiven by me, but because I want to let myself go, and I want to learn to love other people."
Many years later, Lu SiYe rode his motorcycle back to Nanchen Alley. The original SiYe was no longer there and was replaced by a new shop. He took off his helmet and shook his head neatly. He was more stable than when he was young, but his appearance had not changed.
Lu Siye looked at the clean and transparent glass door and thought of her outside the door at that time. Memories came to his mind. When he opened the door and went in, he saw a glass wall full of post-it notes of various kinds.
There is a green-lime paper sticker on the top. The yellowed edge of the paper shows the years it has passed. The pen on the paper is sharp. Lu Siye recognized it as his font at a glance. He stared at it with dark eyes, feeling sad and aching. It turned out that it started at that time.
The man pulled off the paper and it read:
This is how the boy I love should be
Not afraid of the panic of the world, not afraid of the ups and downs of the ravines.
I love such a young man, humble yet arrogant, proud yet magnanimous.
Lu Siye, I like you.
Did you hear that?
Intention: This wild youth.
