The first person Liang Qingyu met in Jinnan City was Cheng Jue. Like herself, he
I'm a lonely backpacker.
The few months traveling together were the happiest time for Liang Qingyu in her seventeen years.
After accidentally losing his contact information, he returned to a poor and backward town.
Those days were like a dream, turned into a secret that was never told to anyone.
Until Liang Qingyu stepped into the gate of Nanjing University after all the hardships, a pair of hands calmly took over her broken and clumsy big suitcase.
The familiar tone fell on her ears across the long and lonely senior year of high school.
"Xiao Qingyu, you made it easy for my brother to wait."
The small sycamore tree planted by Cheng Juo by mistake when he was eighteen years old,
Finally, I walked through rivers and lakes,
No matter what, it was placed at his door.
Intention: The suffering in the world will eventually come to an end.