Nineteen years old, the winter night is long, and the sea is ahead.
Shi Xia and Fu Jiayang sat side by side on the rocks. They talked about everything all night, but then they suddenly became quiet.
Another surge of waves turned the flowers into flowers, and Fu Jiayang heard her smiling voice: "You know, you can't hide anything in your eyes."
He turned to look at her.
The sea breeze roared, lifting the corner of the thin dawn. The dawn was approaching, the sea water lit up the stars, and the stars were in her eyes.
*
When they meet again, they have a tacit understanding of being ordinary colleagues.
However, at the celebration banquet for the launch of the new game, Shi Xia was blocked.
There was a hint of drunkenness and a burning light in Fu Jiayang's eyes. He clasped her wrist and asked quietly: "Want to go see the stars?"
Walk through the rows of office buildings, pass through subway cars one after another, and go through the scenery along the way to see the stars.
*
"Have you read The Narrow Gate?"
"Read it but have mixed feelings about hopeless love and pure moral belief."
The young writer Shi Xia liked very much smiled and nodded, pushing the book to her hand: "Why not read it again?"
When your experience is updated, when your mood changes, when your thickness accumulates,
When you meet it again,
Maybe it's the best time.
Uncovering the romantic undertones of life, we are all just ordinary people who cannot pass through the narrow door.
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Intention: self-growth and persistence in dreams