The people I liked when I was young always stood up in the river of years like a benchmark.

In Xu Ranran's heart, Zhang Dali is such a benchmark.

When she graduated from high school, every time she met someone who might be nervous about her and talk about love, she would compare that person with Zhang Dali in her heart.

In this way, many possibilities become impossible.

Everyone is a unique individual, no one can be exactly like whom, after trying to accept the two relationships but both tasted it, Xu Ran Ran knew that what she liked was the same Zhang Dali who liked to sit in front of her in a white graffiti T-shirt like her.

The Zhang Dali who almost had his hand cut off because of the hero's rescue of beauty, the Zhang Dali who dared to stand up for the classmates who were bullied by unscrupulous teenagers, and the Zhang Dali who always likes to look out the window and always have a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

He always looks fearless and brave to face everything, so resolute and tall that people can only look up.

In Xu Ranran's memory, Zhang Dali is as tall as the sycamore tree that grows to the height of a two-story building outside the window.

It's also the same as the sycamore, always with a little loneliness and sadness.

Most of the time he laughs brightly, occasionally far-fetched, so that people can tell at a glance that he has a hidden mind.

Xu Ranran didn't know his mind before, but after learning about the situation at Zhang Dali's family through various channels, she understood.

In the process of recognizing familiarity, Zhang Dali's image gradually plumped up in her heart.

What she didn't know was that in the process, there was an emotion that unconsciously took root, sprouted, and blossomed.

It wasn't until the night when the college entrance examination results came out and returned to school to fill in the volunteers, when she thought that she and Zhang Dali would go to different places to start a new life away from each other in the future, the cramps in her internal organs were so bad that she couldn't help but want to squat down and cry, Xu Ranran finally understood that her feelings for Zhang Dali were called liking.

The intertwined likes are like the joyful blooming of morning glories in the middle of summer.

Such a like, deep into the spinal cord, filling the ventricles and atrium, to separate, painful heart.

It's just that life happened to be at a crossroads, and in such a joint eye, she couldn't open her mouth to let him know.

That night, Xu Ranran wanted to get herself drunk, and then she drunk Zhang Dali, but she was still sober.

Her hand was tightly pulled by the drunken Zhang Li, she didn't break free, he didn't let go.

She secretly kissed him, and the first bite was on the face. Then, not satisfied, she kissed his straight nose again, gathering all the energy of her body. At the end, her kiss couldn't help but fall on his lips, and the warm lips with a heavy smell of wine seemed to have magic power, which made her cry and unwilling to let go.

It was the happiest moment of her life to date, before today, of course.

Then, trains to different distant places sent the two to different cities.

He's in the south, she's in the north.

The south is in the south of the sky, and the north is in the north of the earth.

She knew that there was a girl named Zhao Ting who accompanied him on the road, and the girl who was so beautiful that the entire small county seemed to know her existence was even more dazzling than her, with a magical aura that made the boys willing to defend her.

She had heard that she was almost molested in the corner by four thugs in her sophomore year of high school, but it was Zhang Dali who was passing by who knocked down the four thugs with a brick and saved him.

It was at that time that Zhang Dali's left arm was left with two long scars that are estimated to be indelible for a lifetime, tangled together like cross-twisted centipedes, shocking, and you can imagine the tragedy at that time.

She also knew that Zhao Ting liked Zhang Dali, probably out of worship or gratitude to the hero who saved her.

In fact, it is not only Zhao Ting who pays attention to Zhang Dali for this reason, but also her.

In retrospect, when he sat back in the empty position in front of her in a plaster cast that had been empty for days, she should have known that it would be difficult for her to take her eyes off him again.

But at that time, she was chased by many boys like Zhao Ting, she was arrogant, and she never saw the way the words "long-term affection" and "subtle" worked so quietly and silently.

By the time she reacted, it was already the middle of summer when the climate was hot and dry, making people sweat and reluctant to speak, a season of hustle and bustle of grass and trees.

In that season, she wanted to become a kapok tree under the hot sun, but after the eventually, she became a shy tree in the rainy season.

There are always so many misses in life, some are a sigh, some are a tear, and some are probably a lifetime of regret.

When she was in college, she thought that Zhang Dali would eventually become a yellowing memory like every passer-by in her life, becoming increasingly mutilated and blurred.

Many years later, she still thinks so.

In fact, everything about Zhang Dali has faded after seven years to the point that she can't remember many of them, and she can't even remember Zhang Dali's appearance.

But every time she thinks of Zhang Dali, she still throbs slightly, and she firmly believes that if they meet on the street, she will recognize him at a glance.

So, she really recognized him, although his silhouette had changed a little because of the carving of the years, and he had lost a little cleanliness and freshness, and a little more decadent and depressed, a heavier decadence than back then.

The encounter was a bit hasty, and certain memories that came up like a tsunami made her want to give him a big hug, but because of certain facts, she could only sit down quietly and smile at him with a predetermined smile.

Then, from the words that came out of his mouth slowly, she learned a lot of things that she didn't know before.

Many of the truths of those things were replaced by her conjectures, and many of them were replaced by the conjectures passed on to her by others, in short, far from the facts.

That day, she reluctantly said goodbye to him, with a heart full of thoughts.

For the next few days, she couldn't sleep, she thought about the past, she thought about the present, she thought about the future.

She hesitated, just as she had been five years ago that summer, except that at the age of twenty-four, she had more worries than she had then.

Until April Fool's Day, after receiving many joking confessions but none of them were moved, she suddenly woke up to the fact that for so many years, the reason why she has been single for so many years and still maintains an incomprehensible singleness in the face of so many people's pursuits is just because all she wants is a boy like Zhang Dali. If it could be Zhang Dali, it would be great.

After thinking about all this, she decided to do something, so she took a leave of absence, ran to the mall out of breath to buy a Chaos game helmet, and returned home with the game helmet in her arms.

She enters the game with the enthusiasm of welcoming the arrival of a new continent, only to be disappointed for several hours.

Fortunately, such disappointment, the unit is no longer years.

And the unit that looks forward to becoming a reality, that is, the day, the day is like a year.

When he held his hand and heard him say in his ear that he had liked himself for a long time, Xu Ranran thought happily in his heart: Zhang Dali, I have also liked you for a long time, I will hold on to you, please be sure to hold on to me.