"There are more than eight billion people in the world, as many as stars, but the fate of meeting each other is as small as the gravel in the sea of sand.
My heart has long been covered with dust and has a rusty lock on it. Even I can't find the key to unlock it.
He is the only one who is stubborn and gentle, and has never left me for many years. Time and time again, he gently and patiently opened the closed door of my heart. "
In the first year, spring was beautiful.
The branches were covered with scorching peach blossoms, and the girl stood under the wall, helpless.
The young man leaned against the window and watched her clumsily rescuing a cat.
At that time, he thought, this new neighbor is really stupid.
The next year, it rained continuously in Nancheng and was bitingly cold.
The boy picked someone up on the street, and the girl was in a panic, lost her mind, and said nothing.
The young man silently accompanied her all the way, hoping for the first time that this stubborn silly girl could cry as much as she wanted.
In the third year, the smell of disinfectant in the hospital ward was strong and pungent.
A phone call, just a few words, but every word was heart-breaking, and it became an eternal disagreement between the two of them.
Later, the girl who was afraid of the cold went north alone to see the boy's favorite snow.
…
After many years, someone finally got his wish.
The window was covered with snow, and he looked at the girl with a bright smile in the snow, and said softly to the other end of the phone:
"Sang, take your time. No matter how beautiful the snow is, you must remember to go home."
Don't get lost and almost go crazy like he did back then.
Intention: growth
