Song Molin is serious about Qiu Xu.
I couldn't tell whether I was perfunctory or I really missed you. I shouted in my heart several times, "Qiu Xu, you are a very important person in my campus life." I am full of gratitude, but I have no position to say this. She lowered her head and adjusted her smile, then raised her eyes to look at him. It seemed that there was something in his eyes. He had lost weight. He probably wasn't that comfortable after the past two years. Who didn't pick up the pieces and get up?
"Thank you, I'm leaving"
"Okay." He still stood downstairs and watched me leave. This scene had happened countless times. Day and night, rain, snow or sultry heat were like scenes from a movie. I don't know how many kinds of eyes he had, but I had many different states of mind when I turned around countless times, but I never had the peace I felt at this moment.
I no longer had the heartbeat to turn around and hug him, nor the enthusiasm to rush to the next match without hesitation. I just walked away slowly. During those ten steps, my brain was even running, thinking about whether to look back. It was not necessary. Deep affection would only increase the problems. The story should be over. I comforted myself: It was originally meant to be an end, and originally meant to get back this ring that I had wanted for a long time. I should not have left hope and let it perish.
Intention: Youth is a poem that is too hasty. Since you will regret whatever you choose, you might as well cherish it, be bold, work hard, and give it a try