One Xian and One Bamboo Thinking of the Chinese Years

In the summer when I was seventeen, the cicadas were chirping noisily and the sun was hot. Li Huaye is a sleepy boy in class. He always depends on the class representative Li Yuzhu, exchanging two cans of Wangwang for her protection again and again. He thought his life would always be so noisy and carefree, until a sudden homework inspection, he saw the girl who always smiled at him and showed her little fangs, silently paying for him. It was the brightest heartbeat in his youth, hidden in the sound of chalk, the sound of endorsements, and the evasive and gentle look at each other, green and reckless... Time flies and the boy matures. Life has smoothed its edges, and the past has gradually blurred. Only those high school years are still hot in my memory. In his later life, another person named An Xianyun appeared. She was not the joy of youth, but she broke into his world in another way. She was gentle, profound, and unexpected, leaving an indelible mark on his heart. In the first half of life, I am bamboo, and in the second half of my life, I am Xian. One is stunning in youth, and the other is gentle in years. Two completely different encounters, a period of growth and regret that spanned more than ten years, eventually became something Li Huaye will never forget in his life.