As Time Went By, I Forgot

The sycamore leaves in Mingde Middle School turned yellow and fell, and no one remembered how Chu Yu and Nian Yan started. Chu Yu is a being who stands at the top of the pyramid - 187cm tall holding up a limited-edition shirt, with cold eyes hidden under his three-quarter-length black hair. He is a god of learning, a school bully, and the heir of the Chu family who can crush everything with money and IQ. He was like a piece of ice that could not hold any heat, until he crashed into the arms of the young man holding the painting tube. Nianyan has a soft black wolf tail, two pear dimples are exposed when he smiles, and his fingertips are always stained with paint. He is a well-known designer, as gentle as the spring breeze, but he wants to melt the iceberg. They once stayed in the studio until late at night, Chu Yu looked at the competition questions, and Nian Yan drew his profile; they once crowded together to look at a lamp at a design exhibition, and the light and shadow fell on the backs of their overlapping hands; they once shared a pair of headphones on the way to school, and for the first time there was a sound other than the engine in Chu Yu's sports car. Those days were as sweet as insoluble sugar, and even the sycamore leaves seemed to be applauding for them. But Chu Yu's love is too crazy and hot. He deleted all the members of the opposite sex on Nianyan's social software, warned everyone who came close to him, and used money to build a cage, saying it was "protection." Nian Yan's tenderness was worn away bit by bit, and disputes were like broken glass, piercing into the gaps in every relationship. "What do you think I am?" Nian Yan's voice finally turned into a cry. Chu Yu held his wrist, his eyes red with paranoia: "Mine." Later, the young man with a three-quarter-length hairstyle never appeared in Nian Yan's paintings, and the passenger seat of Chu Yu's sports car was always empty. When the sycamore leaves fell all over the street, someone saw Nian Yan staring at a crumpled design draft - there was half a piece of ginkgo on it, which looked very much like the peace buckle necklace Chu Yu once wore. He eventually forgot. I forgot the amazing sight of the flying drawings when we first met, the eyes that lit up simultaneously at the design exhibition, and the unspoken "me too". It turns out that the most cruel thing is not the quarrel, but the time. It makes the hot love cool down, makes the deep marks fade away, and makes two people who once desperately ran towards each other slowly become "forgotten" strangers in the sea of ​​people. This is a story about possession and escape, remembering and forgetting. The sweetest sugar in youth turns into the bitterest wine in the end. BE｜Original Dan｜Campus｜Sweet Abuse｜Pure Love｜Double Men｜Possession｜Double Strong Intention: When two people are together, they must know how to behave and have a good conversation. Otherwise, no matter how deeply you like it, you won't be able to withstand the fuss, and in the end it will just become "forget it, I don't remember it."