In the winter of the fourth year after graduating from high school, Gu Qinyuan finally met Fu Mingshu again, the man who had left a mark in her senior year of high school.
But at that time, he was the number one in the grade with outstanding grades and everyone was looking for him, but now he was selling sweet potatoes at a stall.
When he saw his old acquaintance again, Fu Mingshu showed no emotion or embarrassment. He just paused while turning over the sweet potatoes, then said "Long time no see" as usual, and then handed her a steaming sweet potato: "It's very cold, please warm your hands."
"If I say what I regret most in the past few years, then I think it should be saying goodbye without saying goodbye."
"When I left that day, I wouldn't just look at your back and say nothing. I thought about it for a long time and always felt that I owed you a word. Although I don't know if it makes sense to say it now, but I don't want to cower anymore."
"Gu Qinyuan, I like you very much."
Sorry, I said this four years late.
Motto: You only have one youth, don't regret it