Childhood sweethearts, running in both directions, growing up
When she was a child, Awan longed for the world she would grow up in. When she grew up, Awan wanted to slap her childhood self. She wanted to grow up even though she was thinking bad things. Awan stumbled along the way, but fortunately there was a fool named Tang Rui who accompanied her, and finally lived her life.
In my memory, there was once a little boy who sat at the front table, then turned back to face me and asked, "Why are you crying?"
I raised my head and said in a state of collapse: "You all have red scarves, but I didn't get one. My parents will definitely scold me." As I said this, I wiped my tears and nose randomly with my sleeves, wiping them everywhere.
I always remember his answer very clearly. He said, it's okay. I believe you will get it next time. Don't be sad. I will give you my red scarf, okay?
The sunlight broke through the thick clouds, penetrated the dense leaves, passed through the high window sill, and shone slantly on his young and serious face, and also on my body. The morning sun was particularly warm.
At that moment, time and space overlapped, and the little man traveled through the corridor of time and came to me, asking softly, why are you crying?
And I had already burst into tears and choked up my answer, I miss you. She threw herself into his arms with all her strength.
Concept: Growth is like writing. The middle may go off topic, but the ending must be perfect.