Fu Huanshi once thought about when this feeling started.
They are silhouettes of each other leaning against each other under the dim lights of the playground;
It is the series of footprints that disappear after the first melting of the white snow;
It's the name hidden in the dense black letters on the test paper;
It was the same affectionate, gentle eyes full of spring water when he turned to look at her.
He only understands that there is only one person in the world who he is willing to overthrow all his love to irrigate.
What Peng Xiyan looks forward to in the future is to walk with him by the lonely Yunmeng River, blowing the cool wind blowing by the river, and watching the sunset at dusk.
Kissing and hugging under the bright fireworks twinkling in the boundless night sky, using the clasped hot hands and the violent heartbeat beating wildly in the chest, telling the love that only each other can hear.
The small ideals and wishes have become wishful thinking that I have not dared to touch for a long time.
The warm sunshine in the afternoon softened the cool air. Between him and this mottled and melancholy memory, he thought of the young man with bright eyes and a smile for a long time.
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"Peng Xiyan, long time no see."
"Peng Xiyan, the days ahead are long."
In these long years, only your memory has turned into joys and sorrows.
Concept: Hug is a parting song with long wounds and no tears.
