The wind blew through the heat of summer and the throbbing in Jiang Yan's heart.
The boy who taught her love and hate, passion and impulsiveness finally chose to leave amid repeated temptations and disappointments. Even though he had known this result for a long time, the moment he saw his back disappear, the high wall in his heart finally collapsed.
"I... I'm leaving Beijing, will you come to see me off?" Shan'er's finger joints turned slightly white as he held the phone tightly.
"I'm not going, sorry."
The moment he finally hung up the phone, Jiang Yan leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, swallowing his tears in the silent darkness.
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"Idiot, you still don't want to say I love you until the last moment?"
Jiang Yan raised his head and saw the person in front of him. He even forgot to wipe away his tears. He stood up and threw himself at the light in his memory.
Purpose: This is to commemorate the memories of my youth that were intertwined with a touch of sadness and happiness.