In my life of more than 20 years, I have always believed that I am a calm and self-possessed person who never makes a mistake, until I fell madly in love with my roommate during graduate school.
She is completely different from me. She comes from a well-off family, is enthusiastic and kind, and is full of childishness.
On the day they first met, the sun shone right on her face. Her hair, which was casually draped, was coated with a layer of golden light. The fine hair on her face was clearly visible. Her eyes were bright. Only green mountains and clear waters could cultivate such clear eyes. The sunlight poured into the dormitory like a river of light, and she looked particularly clear in the river of light, as if she was suddenly lit up in the long river of my life.
I was clearly aware of her existence and clearly heard her say, My name is Momo.
That's where it all started.
Later, I discovered that all the vulgar TV drama plots may have their own truth. Tens of thousands of butterflies fluttering their wings, and thousands of roses withering in an instant are all possible, all possible. Nanjing is the utopia of my life. My belated rebellious period, belated first love, and the craziest love are all buried in Nanjing. Two people's dormitory, two people's body temperature, two people's tears, looking into each other's eyes quietly late at night. We loved each other crazily and quietly, and like all ordinary lovers, I woke up from my dream only when I was scolded for being deviant.
Intention: Born for love, endless life