There were unsent ginkgo bookmarks hidden in the yellowed lesson plans, the undercurrent of academic confrontation at the defense scene, and the deliberately disrupted open class schedules. It turned out that someone had already watered the seeds of taboos into towering trees. When thirty-year-old Xu Qingwu saw the Teacher's Day greeting card from seven years ago placed beside his bed in the morning light, he finally saw that this heartbeat that had been delayed for 2555 days had already transcended time and formed a two-way prison.
"Back then you said there was a Milky Way between us," he clasped her left hand with the graduation ring on it, "Now it took me seven years to build a magpie bridge." The ginkgo fell outside the window again, and this time it finally fell into the long-awaited palm.
Minors are not allowed to watch! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Intention: True love will not be limited by identity and time, it only surrenders to the eternal light that bursts out when the soul resonates.