Zhou Jingsheng is thirty this year. He is single and can be flirted with.
Even though he said that, he still flinched when Nian Xiao confessed to her.
Seven years ago, there was a person who taught him how to love and how to hate.
He drinks, he is busy, and he chooses to use everything to squeeze his time until it subsides, until... He forgets.
Until I saw Li Xing again.
The love and hate attached to his bones suddenly surged up, and Zhou Jingsheng was shocked to realize that he had never forgotten this person.
It has been seven years since we broke up, and we have not seen each other for a long time. The years from falling in love to endless quarrels seem like yesterday.
Zhou Jingsheng: Why, if you don't do well abroad, will you return to China and forget about your past?
Li Xing smiled calmly: Why, your name is written on this land and I am not allowed to enter?
When they met again after many years, Zhou Jingsheng was still defeated.
Zhou Jingsheng thought he had forgotten it long ago, until the outline under the peaked cap emerged in the dim light of the bar.
Seven years have turned into the half-hidden lotus on the collarbone, trembling gently between breaths.
There were too many unspoken words between them: an aging cat, a WeChat avatar that never changed, and the farewell that ended abruptly that year.
When the fog of the past gradually dissipates, who is escaping? Who is waiting?
This is a forest called Li Xing, humid, secret, and full of unfinished vows.
Some discussions about growth, about self, about love, and about life~
Reunion after a broken mirror may be a bit unhealthy love.
Gentle Zhou Jingsheng vs. Contradictory Li Xing
The ending is not cruel
Intention: People who meet will meet again
