In the memory of the young man, what was left to Xiang Yue was always his back against the light.
But Lin Yang was different. No matter what the occasion or place, he would always stand behind Xiang Yue.
They all said that the boy they loved deeply in their youth is something people never want to forget. But Xiangyue thinks, why must we forget it? Isn't it good to always remember it? Remember the good things, and don't forget the heart-wrenching ones. Because time cannot go back, the boy in the memories has been beautified too much by nostalgia, but he can only stay in the memories.
Everyone has to look forward, right?
A young man who is wanton and loves no one, is bright and proud, and will always live among the crowd. At that time, she followed him all day long, looking for the boy's back everywhere on the huge campus. Every Saturday, he would arrive at the club an hour earlier than others because he was used to practicing piano half an hour before class.
She had secretly watched him from the corner of her eye countless times in class, went to the farthest water fountain in order to pass by the basketball court, followed his back during countless exercises and runs, studied piano and wanted to perform on stage with him.
"I think confessing to him is probably the bravest thing I have ever done in my youth." + "Being with him is the same."
It's not a mistake to mistake a streetlight for the moon. It's the moonlight that I can see when I look up when I'm walking alone at night. It's a pity that the moon is the moon after all, shining on everyone. And Zhou Xu is not my only moon.
But not Lin Yang. She once thought that he and Zhou Xu were from the same group. Later I realized that their paths were thousands of miles apart.
Intention: Time goes back, flowers bloom toward the sun, and people move forward
