The end of youth is the world where you and I met, in the corridor where we first met. The boy was wearing a white school uniform and faced him. There was no smile on his face. Because his appearance was not up to standard, points were deducted from the class, and the class teacher had nothing to do with him. When they met again, they were on the playground. The boy was quietly staring ahead on the steps. He was wearing a white T-shirt. The white T-shirt seemed to be stained, and the boy's forehead was covered with sweat. Breathing heavily, he was very tired. The third time we met, he knocked his notebook away. He squatted down to pick it up and accidentally touched his index finger. His body stiffened, but he didn't take it seriously. After helping to pick up the notebook, he left, "Has he forgotten who I am? I'm afraid he doesn't even know my name until now." "I don't remember." The fourth time they met, he transferred to their class and became his deskmate. He was a little shocked, but still didn't take it seriously. He introduced him to him indifferently, but he kept nodding his head and ignored him. I'm afraid this was because he was staying away or because he was indifferent. "Oh, so his name is Jiang Wangsheng." The name is so nice." "Why is there a little hand touching my heart, like it's seducing?" "But why is this name so familiar in my mind, but I can't remember it well?" "Song Zhinian, we met again. This is a great thing." It turns out that they had known each other since they were children. Because when Song Zhinian was young, he liked a girl from across the street from them, but that little girl liked Jiang Wangsheng, Jiang Wangsheng's smile, and Jiang Wangsheng's character. In short, she liked him everywhere. He was like a perfect porcelain doll, impeccable. From that time on, Song Zhinian hated Jiang Wangsheng very much, hated it, hated it...
Intention: separation
