The summer when I was nine. It was their first meeting.
That summer the sun was extremely strong and the cicadas were chirping.
On the day of holiday spinning, the child stood opposite him and said seriously and reluctantly: "Will we meet again?"
"Yes" it will definitely happen.
"Why are you so boring? You only say one or two words." The child complained in a low voice and said, "I will definitely recognize you faster than you when we meet again."
The seasons turn around, but he is no longer there.
"Qi Shi'an, will we meet again?" It seemed like he was saying it to someone he couldn't see, but he also seemed to be saying it to himself.
Tomorrow, I love you.
"Ji Chiyu, what was written in the letter that year, I want to tell you in person."
"I love you"
Under the warm yellow road, the young man looked at him against the light.
The bamboo forest in the south of the city grows wildly, and love cannot stop flowing outward.
Intention: "I will paint mountains and seas, and give you mountains, seas, and shells. I wish you peace and happiness for the rest of your life."