Every beautiful encounter is a gift from fate.
At a weekly meeting in the second year of junior high school, He Mingxuan took the stage to speak as a student representative.
At that time, the morning mist dispersed, and the warm sunshine covered the earth.
The breeze blew the soft hair on the young man's forehead. He lowered his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes were as curved as the moon. The ending of his voice with a smile was so pleasant to the ear.
The crowd in the audience was crowded, and the young man on the stage was shining freely.
The gentle breeze caressed the girl's face, blowing her thoughts away, rubbing them in the wind, and stopping them in the years.
The young man on the stage had his back to the light and spoke sonorous and powerful words. He looked towards the audience and glanced at random. Xu Zhiyou was looking at him quietly in the vast sea of people. Without thinking, his eyes met across the sea of people, but he looked away within a second.
This was the first time they looked at each other, only for a moment, but Xu Zhiyou still felt illuminated.
He had only given Xu Zhiyou a gift that lasted less than a second.
The ending is be, there is no prototype, whatever you think of, just make do with it. (This article has been revised)
Intention: Learn to let go