At the age of seventeen, he stood there and told me not to look back.
"Idiot, I said I want to marry you, take you home to see your mother, buy you a big house, let's raise puppies and kittens together, give birth to a cute baby, teach him to talk, walk and write, I want to be with you forever, Song Manqing, I love you, love you so much..."
We are walking forward, and we are already drifting apart. The brief encounters are punishing sincere people. The love for him will fade day by day, and the hatred will also fade. He will always be the heart of my youth. I no longer worry about whether he loved me. I only know that this is my passionate and brave 17-year-old. It is a pity, life is normal, I should let go...
The lilacs in Linyuan bloom every year. I wonder how exciting the stories here will be next time...
Intention: intention