In the autumn of one year, I met a person who amazed me for a long time. I still think of him to this day. I accidentally opened my old photo album and was almost stunned when I saw the photo. Among the five or six seven people, I saw him almost at a glance. In the photo, he was serious but had the corners of his mouth raised slightly. When I met his eyes looking directly into the camera, my heart was already in turmoil.
It has been five years since Changting left. I looked at that photo countless times, as if it could bring back more memories about him.
I had a dream at night. In the dream, he was finally willing to meet me hastily.
"Give me a hug"
"What's wrong"
"It's too late to hug me now"
"Tell me what happened."
"I'm about to wake up from my dream." When I opened my eyes, I saw a slightly bright sky.
It's a pity that I can't get around my own shackles by going around and around, but I still want to say that the path taken by those screenshots counts, whether it's right or wrong.
Intention: scrawled