The young man you meet is like the wind, you cannot catch it.
The first time Xu Yuan met him was in an alley, and he was standing behind a group of gangsters.
Later, I met Xu Ming again during the National Day holiday. The wind was very strong that day, and my heart was full of wishes.
The girl has many things on her mind, and the name Xu Ming is the most colorful page in her mind but buried deep in her heart.
Until she saw someone beside Xu Ming who could walk with him, that girl was Shu Yao, Xu Zhen truly felt that she and Xu Ming were not the same person. On that night when she couldn't hold back her tears, Xu Zhen chose to let go.
The name Xu Ming was made when he was seventeen years old. It was so hot and still warm when he recalled it, but he did not belong to anyone.
What Xu wish never knew was that she was his moon.
In addition to mathematical drafts and physical formulas, the most common thing in the boy's draft book is her name, "My wish is the little moon, mine," Little Moon.
It is a silent longing, a forbearing love, and emotions that cannot be expressed verbally.
His moon would be close to him, but he would not be able to embrace her.
"Little Moon, thank you."
The first warmth he felt was given by Xu Yuan, but a person like him who was born in the mud was not worthy of being with a well-behaved girl like Xu Yuan.
He didn't have any wishes, he just hoped that Xu Wish wouldn't dislike her too much.
Also, if I could do it again.
He wants to be a good person.
Intention: To be completed