Jiayang Is Not Warm, Late Kindness Will Never Be Expected

Song Nuann'en's world was once covered with a layer of dust, until Lu Jiayang brought a ray of light and crashed into her war-torn years. The evening breeze of the basketball court carries the heart-pounding first encounter, a hot meal and ironing are exhausting, the tenderness of holding each other is hidden in the ancient alleys of Suicheng, and the small companionship when moving, the "warmth" in her name is smudged into the tenderness of day and night. They had three meals together, and she wrote down his favorite tastes; his casual love words were all treasured by her. I walked through the fireworks in Xiangcheng and enjoyed the joy on the green cliffs. I went back to Suicheng to dream about it. I left my footprints on the streets and alleys of the five districts of Jinzhou City side by side. We picked out furniture and painted a small home together, thinking that the hot expectations can withstand the wind and rain of the world. But romance is difficult to reconcile, and family barriers suddenly arise. He comes to visit with sincerity but is not recognized, and her clumsy words lead to misunderstandings. Under the heavy pressure, the tenderness in the past faded away. Looking at his depressed eyebrows, Song Nuann'en thought letting go was a relief, but when he turned around, he was separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. The speechless stares during the last meal, the letters and thoughts in the back seat of the car, the sigh-like words "It's a good time to get together, it's a good time to part" on January 1st, and his sudden indifference and disconnection, all become inextricable feelings in the years. Lu Jiayang and Song Nuannen met the right person at the wrong time after all. Those warm joys and trivial tenderness were eventually blown away by the evening breeze and turned into unspeakable regrets in my heart. They were left with only mountains and rivers to cross and to make their own way.