Due to some force majeure reasons, Shan Wu was forced to transfer to No. 1 Middle School, a key high school in S city.
There I met the person I will never forget in my life - Song Miao.
A head of short black hair and a scar on his left eye were imprinted in Shan Wu's mind. "Bad" became Shan Wu's first impression of Song Miao.
But gradually Shan Wu's impression of Song Miao changed, and they became close. But then Shan Wu went abroad, and Song Miao didn't even say hello for some unknown reason, and just left, leaving him alone.
Later he grew up,
Song Miao often wears a helmet and rides a motorcycle through the dark night, and the black motorcycle boy keeps the dark night company.
The biting cold wind blew against his body like this. In the dead of winter, the boy only wore a thin sweater and a black leather jacket.
The snow was falling one after another, and the face lying in front of the desk was lying like that, shivering from time to time, hugging each other tightly, and murmuring:
"Shan Wu, will you still see the sycamore trees this year?"
But unfortunately, there was no one next to the boy. Only a small lamp in front of the window was on, and the surroundings were pitch black.
Will someone still put a blanket on him in the cold winter, and will someone pour him a glass of hot milk?
Intention: Wutong tree, rain in the middle of the night, separation of love and suffering.