1
The day of the first snow happened to be Qingwu's birthday. She received the birthday blessing in the bustle of the house and ran out of the house quickly. Amidst the flying catkins in the sky, Jingzhen was standing not far away.
At that time, she was a rich girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and was favored by thousands of people, while he was just a white-collar worker with an ordinary background. Even if they stood together, they had completely different colors.
Jingzhen admitted that he was not a brave man. Seeing her dazzling and noble, he never took a step forward.
She walked up to him step by step and held his right hand. The cold and warm breaths met at that moment.
Qingwu looked up, and Jingzhen saw her eyelashes trembling and snowflakes falling. She said, "Zhou Jingzhen, let's be together."
2
Many years later, on the anniversary night of Xin'an University, Jingzhen met Qingwu again.
At this time, he was already a successful business tycoon with a flourishing career, and she was still elegant and decent. Everyone felt that they were a match made in heaven.
At the end of the long corridor, they stopped. Jingzhen remembered that the place was full of flowers, but now, only a cement wall and fallen leaves in the corner were left.
The moonlight shone on Qingwu's face, cold and gentle, as if she were standing in a dream.
He asked her: "Qingwu, do you think we really can't go back?"
She asked him back: "If you had known it would end like this, would you still be willing to start?"
Jingzhen thought of that poem: The corridor is full of lovesickness, and the falling moon becomes a solitary lean. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
Purpose: Learn to love and be brave, pursue freedom