Ten and a Half Miles of Trees Soaking in the Stars

Copywriting: It was snowing, and in the quiet night, Qiao Shutong pulled her suitcase and stepped on the ground step by step. She suddenly stopped and stared blankly at a bicycle with deformed wheels. She returned to Shili Alley again, and returned to the memories full of his figure. In the summer eight years ago, the girl stood under the plane tree and bent down to smile at the boy. "I'm sorry! I will review the questions carefully next time and strive to become a math master like you." The girl stared straight at him, waiting expectantly for his reply. "You are so stupid and you still want to be like me, idiot" The boy sat on the stone bench, holding the girl's twenty-three-point math test paper in his hands and jokingly said. "You don't believe it? What if I realize it in the future?" The girl asked angrily "If your math test is really the same as mine, no matter what you ask me to do in the future, I will be here at your call." As soon as these words came out, Qiao Shutong covered her mouth and laughed wildly. She immediately became energetic and hurriedly opened her mouth for fear that he would regret it. "What you say is unfounded, but the facts prove it. Carve it on a tree and don't think about going back on it in the future." The girl turned around and took out a compass from her bag and stuffed it into the boy's hand, gesturing for him to carve words. The young man smiled and stood up helplessly, but his eyes were filled with endless love. He carefully carved on the tree stroke by stroke "When Qiao Shutong's math scores were the same as mine, no matter what she did, I was always there - Duan Xinghe" The girl behind her was smiling from ear to ear. The wind is blowing, the girl is sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, her hair is floating in the air, the sycamore branches are lush, and the girl's heart is beating fast. "Duan Xinghe!! Ride slower!" "Why don't you just hold me tight?" Snowflakes fell on Qiao Shutong's hair, and the cold wind in the winter night kept waking her up. On her eyes that were not covered by the scarf, her eyelashes were trembling slightly. Only then did she realize Winter has arrived, and midsummer has long become a memory The summer wind has stopped at this moment, the sycamore leaves have fallen, and the bicycle in my memory is even more dilapidated at this moment. The words on the tree became the same as the pictures in my memory, gradually blurring. She was the one who chose to leave Duan Xinghe back then, and she was the one least qualified to regret it. Qiao Shutong's back pulling the suitcase gradually melted under the street lights in the winter night. Snowflakes gradually covered her footprints, covering the hot memories that had been dusty for a long time, and began to slowly and quietly dissolve little by little. "We are all too cowardly. We didn't dare to rebel in troubled times, we didn't dare to be warlords during the Republic of China, and we didn't dare to say I love you in this peaceful age." The midsummer under the shade of the sycamore trees is what you and I dare not expect. That year, no matter how loud the cicadas chirped, Qiao Shutong could not summon up the courage to accept it. Escaping from reality became the only way to solve the unity in her heart. Later, Duan Xinghe's appearance made her hesitate again, but this time she was no longer like the eighteen-year-old girl. Duan Xinghe's love should not be let down, he deserves the best love in the world. A seventeen-year-old girl received a star, a star that belonged to herself, shining and charming, but daunting. /Early high school, later college/Ending HE In the early stage, it focused on youth pain literature, but in the later stage, it was very sweet. Intention: In love, maybe everyone has less courage and less courage to be injured for love.