Campus two-way
Grumpy sweet girl & gentle puppy
Qu Tong & Zhang Zhouyong
Because of the answer, the question is stemmed.
"I use my flesh and blood to create the flowers on the wasteland."
The time measured in years is unbearable;
But this year, at the end of the year,
Briefly explained.
"I don't like loneliness at all. I like excitement. It's the kind of bustle with a lot of people and all kinds of people."
Female protagonist's perspective
"Later someone asked me: What happened between you and him.
I was stunned. It was a name I hadn't heard for a long time. It has been so long that there is only one person left in the same social circle between me and him. I vaguely remember it, think about it occasionally, and miss it sometimes.
It's just a name - Gong Changzhang.
Once upon a time, I met countless Zhangs, but none of them moved my heart. Maybe I'm paranoid, but I always look twice at people with similar names. What is engraved on his name is my youth.
Unique, carrying the heat wave in midsummer.
My husband and I started in early summer and ended in midsummer.
The wind is not as gentle as written in the song. It rushes towards me with full of longing.
Male protagonist's perspective
"In a small corner of my youth, there was a girl named Qu Tong."
I loved her, but now I feel relieved.
The last time she asked for reconciliation, I deliberately wrote "Tong" as "Tong".
She joked with me that I was not serious at all when I flirted with her.
Also, because she didn't know that "Hitomi" was the little sun...
That was me saying goodbye to the little sun that once illuminated me. She was late and couldn't catch the bus.
So,
Goodbye, Hitomi."
Hey, I'm talking about you kid,
If you are too tired, slow down.
It's actually not bad to stop occasionally and look at the scenery on the roadside.
Every bit of life,
Something as small as a sesame seed can make people think about it for a long time.
If you are too sad, cry.
Look at the small world with dim eyes,
Wipe your tears.
I don't want to be a tearful little girl.
It's a cold winter that we can't survive, but we will always see spring.
I hope words can heal you and me.
In this flower field that prides itself on traffic, meeting is fate.
Intention: Be positive and study hard