On the day Jiang Yu was rejected, she sat alone on the edge of the bed and looked at the sunset outside the window.
"The Little Prince" comes to mind.
"I saw forty-four sunsets in one day."
"You know, people fall in love with sunsets when they are sad."
"Were you sad on the day you saw the forty-fourth sunset?"
The little prince didn't answer, and neither did Jiang Yu.
Later, Jiang Yu said to Gong Yicheng: "Actually, at first I wanted to take a photo with someone, but then I didn't wait and watched the sunset forty-four times by myself."
Gong Yicheng looked at Jiang Yu, "But Jiang Yu, Saint-Exupéry was 43 years old when "The Little Prince" was published, but he died at the age of 44, so there were only forty-four sunsets. To you, it is only half of forty-four."
"You shouldn't be like this when you are twenty."
"Gong Yicheng, have you seen the sunset?" Jiang Yu asked, his voice soft, more like asking himself.
"I've seen it." Gong Yicheng was stunned for a moment before replying.
"That must be extremely lonely." It was clearly right in front of us but so far away.
In the end, as the sun set, Jiang Yu smiled lightly, but he could no longer express his love.
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Sometimes, Jiang Yu thinks, it would have been better if he hadn't met her before.
Unfortunately, time will not go back.
She would still miss the scene when they first met that day, in the library in the scorching summer sun. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the boy sitting opposite.
Just one glance and my heart is moved, and seven years have passed since I turned around.
Concept: Separation is the keynote of growth