He and he had an intersection because of a dead woman.
He is the second young man of the Tong family who once lost his lover. For three years, he has lived in longing and pain, drunkenly and dreamily;
He was a young boy who witnessed his sister's tragic death. For three years, he lived in nostalgia and suspicion, indifferently and persistently.
Just because his handwriting has traces of her past, his body has an aura that is familiar to him, his paintings awaken his memories, just because his palm has a mole mark in the same position and size as hers...
He lost himself.
If the wind stops blowing, if the sun never sets, if the sky never dies, if, we can't be together...
Sometimes what we cannot forget is not the person, but the time we spent together.
He amazed his years, and he also made his time gentle.
If love hurts the most, it's not that he doesn't love you, or that you don't love him.
It's that we obviously love each other, but he can't love you, or in other words, you can't love him either.
Look, but cannot hug;
Think about it, but you can't have it;
Walking, but unable to synchronize;
As he spoke, he couldn't look at each other.
Even if I have exhausted all my strength and overdrafted a lifetime of luck, I have never been able to get close, and I still have to face forgetfulness day by day.
The scenery is not far away, but you are beside me. -----Tong Jinghui
The spring water is born, the spring forest is blooming, and the spring breeze is not as good as you. ------Ji Ningyuan
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Intent: Two people redeem each other in self-torture