The year Jiang Song met Yan Feng, she was sixteen years old.
The wind blows in May, and the best years slowly pass by.
He was like a beam of light that warmly illuminated her years of low self-esteem and sensitivity.
The young man is free and easy, indifferent and uninhibited, and always does things as he pleases.
But that year, he almost gave up all his pride for Jiang Song.
"You know, I'm always on your side," he said.
He said, "You have to smile more, you look the best when you smile."
Finally, he said, "Jiang Song, can you do it without walking?" The rain was pouring, and the young man's hands were trembling, and he prayed humbly.
It has been many years since we met again. In late summer in Jiangcheng, things are changing and people are changing.
He said, "Jiang Song, summer is almost over."
She was bright and brilliant, but she could no longer find him back then.
Intention: growth, redemption, relief