Chen Ze and Su Qinghan met in the midsummer when the cicadas were chirping for a long time. At that time, the shadow of the old locust tree slanted down at the entrance of the alley, green plum blossoms surrounded the bamboo horses, and the years seemed particularly gentle.
They had promised to see the mountains and rivers of the world together, but the vows they made when they were young were gradually mottled by time, and they were lost for half their lives when they turned around.
Later, Chen Ze always thought of Su Qinghan's eyes on a rainy night - clear and smiling, but in the end they became a wound in his heart that would never heal.
"If I hadn't forgotten that year, would the ending have been different?"
——Some people are destined to be a tide in life, and the ups and downs are not up to you and me.
Intention: optimistic