Later, Wang Xiaojia went to Europe and studied a major she liked. After graduation, it took her five years to become the R&D director of the largest pharmaceutical company in Switzerland.
He has made enough money that he wants and is no longer a naughty boy. Now he never shows weakness and can always stand alone.
But he has never really loved anyone again. All he has is sexual pleasure, and afterwards he is a stranger.
He still remembered the sea view along the route of G9211 and how exhausted he was.
He still loves him, maybe the memory of him.
At this time, Wang Xiaojia was waiting for the flight at Arlanda Airport. He shrank down, leaned on the armchair, stood up the collar of his coat, and buttoned the top button, which happened to bury him. When he was a child, Xiaojia would bury himself like this when the family was in chaos. More than twenty years later, he would still do this to find a sense of security.
"Jia", Wang Xiaojia's body trembled. This familiar voice was facing him, but the young man's mood faded away. Then a pair of slender but slightly rough hands brushed Xiaojia's bangs, "Long time no see."
Concept: How do we choose when facing time, love and the future?