The friendship that started in kindergarten is ignorant, not even ignorant.
In kindergarten, Lin Jinzhi entered Shen Anyi's childhood. Every move he made planted the seeds of love in Shen Anyi's heart. However, Lin Jinzhi's sudden transfer of schools slowed down the germination of the seeds. In the end, his figure faded in Shen Anyi's memory, and the seeds became transparent.
Until Yang Niannian reappeared eight years later, the old things were mentioned again, but only in passing. They talked about the wonderful times when they were children, and complained about the terrible canteen meals and unhumane rules and regulations in their respective schools.
Until Yang Niannian told Shen Anyi: "Anyi, I saw him when I went out to play today. He asked me for my contact information and asked me if I had contacted you."
After saying that, the seeds that had not sprouted in eight years began to grow wildly. The memories that had been sealed for eight years flashed through her mind. His appearance became clear, but she was afraid that he would leave without saying goodbye again, so she chose to ignore the news.
She began to convince herself that it was ignorance, ignorance, and not liking, but she did not dare to face the problem.
When Keren was unlucky, even drinking cold water would choke her teeth. He appeared when she was most helpless and helped her. The seeds in her heart began to sprout and sprout branches and leaves.
Once Yang Niannian sighed, she learned that Lin Jinzhi liked her and always had. She no longer restrains herself, no longer inhibits the growth of her seeds.
She took the first step, and the seeds eventually bloomed in spring.
Like ordinary couples, they hold hands and hug, kiss secretly, watch movies and eat together...
It may be that the roots of the seeds are not deep, and the flowers that bloom are not so tenacious. The petals fall when the wind blows. The weather gets cooler and the petals wither. They cannot withstand the cold winter, nor can they withstand the eight years of separation between them.
The petals finally fell in winter, and there were no more petals, let alone flowers.
Intention: Intention There is no intention