The evening wind blew through the young man's clothes, and the young man's clothes fluttered in the wind. The wind stopped, but that love never stopped.
"Is there anything you want to say to him?" The friend asked.
"Then thank him for appearing in my 15-year-old youth and shining a light on my ordinary life." Cheng Zixi said with a smile.
"Is that a pity?"
"How can it be considered a regret? How can it be considered not a regret? Who has no regrets in their youth? It's a pity that I didn't take a photo with him. It's a pity that I didn't say anything. It's a pity that I only remembered his name and appearance at that time. What's not a pity is that God gave me the opportunity to get to know him. I at least chatted with him and we knew each other's existence."
Purpose: I just want to record my story