The campus is like a conveyor belt of youth, sending away a group of students and ushering in a wave of new blood.

In youth, all the memories related to growing up probably contain the warm and beautiful elements such as a teenager smiling back in the autumn breeze under the sunset, a girl wearing a plaid skirt with soft hair and low eyebrows, and a quiet scene such as whispering in the stars and moonlight.

That day, Fan Yiyi was going to look for Lu Hao, but at the corner, he saw Yao Mengqi, a freshman wearing a plaid skirt with long hair hanging down on his chest, holding Lu Hao's hand affectionately and coquettishly, but Lu Hao turned his head sideways and smiled at her from time to time, under the sun, this picture was too beautiful Fan Yiyi didn't dare to look at it. She secretly leaned her back against the wall that Lu Hao couldn't see, and tears flowed silently down her cheeks, whether all youth should be sacrificed with tears, and they had to be covered up by pretending to be happy. Beneath the calm exterior is the dark surge of black waves, and in the dark corners of the heart, there are crazy and dense plants. All good or bad memories have to be packed in a box, locked with time, and one day they are suddenly turned out, and then burst into tears, and the sharp pain of a wound in my heart is torn.

One by one, she fled the scene in despair, and she thought of countless scenarios when she walked in front of Lu Hao. Maybe scolded Yao Mengqi angrily, maybe beat Yao Mengqi and scolded her for being a third party who ruined her relationship with Lu Hao, or greeted them with a smile as if she didn't see anything...... No matter which one it was, in the end, Fan Yiyi didn't have the courage to face Lu Hao. She is not afraid, but in front of the person she loves the most, even if it is an unhappy ending, she wants Lu Hao to only remember her best appearance.

Fan Yiyi didn't see Lu Hao again for many days, she avoided him, looking for various reasons to avoid seeing Lu Hao, every time she could see Yao Mengqi handing water to Lu Hao, who was playing basketball, and helping him wipe his sweat, every move was full of ambiguity.

In the face of love, we all fell into the blossoming Gu, thinking that all seeds could bloom into pure white flowers with fragrance, and they were full of brilliance, only to find that it was no longer the original appearance.

Fan Yi thought about the bits and pieces of time with Lu Hao, the laughter of sadness, joy, and memory...... Why all the good things have suddenly become a thing of the past, when I woke up at midnight, when I heard a song that touched my heartstrings, the pain was infinitely magnified, and I could clearly see the dark shadows that were suppressed in my heart and hear the desperate voice of the soul crying, and suddenly there was a feeling of time and space being scattered, like smelling the decadent breath of the past that had rotted, Fan Yiyi couldn't help crying loudly.

In the competition of feelings, the person who falls deeper is always the one who is hurt the most, but why, sometimes the price paid is so tragic that he doesn't even have time to say goodbye.

Fan Yiyi lay on the grass one by one, closed her eyes and emptied herself, and presented the ambiguous picture between Lu Hao and Yao Mengqi in front of her in her mind like a movie, every frame of the picture deeply stabbed Fan Yiyi, she held back her sadness and got up and ran wildly, running until she was tired and had no strength, maybe the sadness would be exhausted along with her physical strength. The moment they looked up one by one, Lu Hao was walking not far away, but a playground in Nuoda made Fan Yiyi have nowhere to hide, Lu Hao approached step by step, Fan Yiyi's inner world was collapsing little by little, she hadn't found a suitable expression to face Lu Hao, or couldn't find the right decision to cater to Lu Hao.

"Yiyi, have you been busy lately? Why don't you come to me? ”

"Well, I'm very busy, and I'm afraid of disturbing you." Fan Yiyi lowered her head one by one and didn't dare to meet Lu Hao's eyes, she was afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions.

"Hey, Mongi, I'm in the playground."

“……”

"Okay, then you wait for me, I'll come right away." Lu Hao answered a phone call! Yao Mengqi's phone! Now he is so absent-minded even to talk to Fan Yi one-on-one, and he can't wait to answer Yao Mengqi's call first, how ironic.

"One by one, I have to leave beforehand." Lu Hao touched Yiyi's head and turned to leave, without even looking back at it.

Fan Yi looked at Lu Hao's long back and felt choked up, maybe love does need some warm memories to remind happiness, some beautiful tidbits to commemorate the past, and some pain or parting to help grow.

What makes Fan Yiyi feel the most heartache is not Lu Hao's empathy and farewell, nor the harm caused by Yao Mengqi's ambiguous actions, but that Lu Hao can leave Fan Yiyi alone without hesitation in front of her, but he responds to Yao Mengqi's call. What does he think of Fan Yiyi, is it just a slogan in love that he once promised not to be separated for the rest of his life? When all the disillusionment turns into a bubble, he can immediately turn around and say the same thing to another person, right?

In Fan Yiyi's heart, he is more sad, not because Lu Hao is good with others, but because others can replace Yiyi's existence so easily, for Fan Yiyi, no one can be Lu Hao, for Lu Hao, everyone can be Fan Yiyi.

Fan Yiyi didn't know if he was chasing a promise or keeping a lie if he was so persistent. Maybe when a set deadline comes, all encounters are just for parting.

Fan Yiyi didn't dare to think about it, she didn't dare to admit that Lu Hao was a traitor in her feelings, Fan Yiyi still fantasized that Lu Hao loved herself a little, yes, it must be like this. Fan Yiyi used this humble and far-fetched last bit of self-deception to paralyze himself.

"Hello senior sister, I'm Yao Mengqi, Lu Hao's girlfriend." If Yao Mengqi is unintentional, it is better to say that she is premeditated and planned, and she wants to sting Fan Yiyi.

Fan Yiyi coldly glanced at Yao Mengqi with his afterglow, if his eyes had a powerful lethality, then the heat in Fan Yiyi's eyes was enough to burn Yao Mengqi with only a small glimpse.

If growth is a parting that can be touched, like a piece of paper, it is all soft, but one corner is too hard, drawing life into blood, leaving those shocking scars, and then feeling that the whole life is too unaffordable, maybe it ........ used to commemorate the past that those have and have had.