Sycamore

In 2015, Xia Wu Tong transferred to Liaocheng. She had always wanted to find someone who truly understood her, until she met He Nian "I didn't do it at all, and I didn't think about it, but they just didn't believe me." "The world is like this. No one will believe you unconditionally." He Nian said to Wu Tong. He Nian went somewhere that night and left a note when he left. ——Putong tree, you are withered. Wu Tong drank so much that night that she didn't know how she fell asleep, and she didn't know when he left after that. What she didn't know was that that was the last time they were together. After so many years, the previous matters have long been resolved, but that person has never come back. Every time she went out on the street, she would always see someone who looked like him from behind, but it was always wrong to catch up with him. She clearly knew that he was dead and died in her memory. "He Nian, guess why I looked at you and said nothing that day. "Because I want to tell you that I like you. "But you are getting further and further away from me." I don't know when Wu Tong, a person who doesn't like to cry, will cry for him. ————— Origin of the names of the male and female protagonists: Song Dynasty poet Zhang Yaotong's "Hundred Odes of Jiahe: Wutongjing" —————— Weibo: Crying little daddy Intention: When the sycamore tree falls, when will the phoenix sing?