A little sweetness is always in him

Spring:

The land that has survived the winter is also refreshed.

"Hello, my name is Qiao Qiao! Nice to meet you! What's your name?"

Qiao Qiao's immature face showed a different kind of joy than usual, and he introduced himself cheerfully to the new tablemate who was transferred to the side with a smile.

The young man introduced himself enthusiastically.

"My name is Nanze! Hello! Nice to meet you too! Let's play together in the future."

Looking at Nanze who was not inferior to their own enthusiasm, the two showed the most sincere smiles.

Summer:

The torrential rain and the strong wind disturbed people's mood.There is a little less tenderness and delicacy of spring rain, and more realism.

"Oh, it's raining again! I originally planned to go out with Zeze! Oh, there's no time to play now..."

Qiao Qiao lowered his eyes, there was some resentment in his eyes, and he was muttering in his mouth.

Looking out the window, Qiao Qiao's heart fluctuated and sank due to the torrential rain that had been falling but not seen.

"dong dong dong"

The knock on the door broke the silence. Qiao Qiao was the only one at home, and his parents were busy with work all day long.

And my own childhood seemed to lack something.

He walked towards the door with expectations and opened it, and sure enough, what he expected did not disappoint him.

"Qiao Qiao, I'm here to play with you! Hehe!"

Looking at Nanze who was soaked all over, Qiao Qiao immediately pulled him in.

While counting and counting, he dried him and looked for clothes.

"It's raining so hard, why are you still here? You'll catch a cold like this!"

"But Qiaoqiao, you always said that you were at home alone, and it was raining so hard, and you made an appointment to play today. Since it is not convenient to come out, then I will come to you!"

The two looked at each other with those immature eyes. Suddenly, they couldn't say anything, but hugged each other tightly.

Fall:

It has completely escaped the hot feeling of summer, but it is not much better.

The temperature deviation brought about is even more terrifying than summer.

The autumn coolness brought by the night is really chilling.

"Tomorrow is my birthday! You are my only friend, you must come!"

Qiao Qiao smiled and handed the invitation letter to Nanze.Nanze nodded and took it.

"Don't worry, I'll be there!"

The two teenagers held hands in the field and ran happily towards the setting sun. Qiao Qiao stretched out his hand to catch the setting sun, thinking that he could hold on to the people around him for a lifetime.

The next day, until the last knock at 12:00 midnight.

The day is completely over.

Qiao Qiao, who was guarding the cake by the side, had a sad expression on his face. The rain was mixed with tears, and it was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain.

"Nanze, where are you? Didn't you say you could spend my birthday with me? Where are you... It's only my birthday, come back..."

This is an incomplete birthday.

Since then, there has been no future, no birthday, no Qiaoqiao.

Nanze disappeared and left without saying a word.

Winter:

The earth covered with a frosty coat also endured the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Winter in the south is different from that in the north.

No matter how many clothes you wear and how much you wrap.

That cold feeling will also drill down to the bone.

"Why did Qiao Qiao suddenly want to change his name? It's been so many years..."

Since Qiao Qiao's birthday last time, Shan Nuan has been behaving very abnormally for a while.

One is that there will be no more birthdays, and the other is that the name needs to be changed.

But changed the name to a nickname.

"No, I don't like it anymore. I have to change it."

Qiao Qiao's expression was the same as before, but his tone was not as lively as before.

"Well, it's up to you. What's your name?"

Nan Qiao meets each other, and there will be a farewell.

"arbor."

Disappointment piled up in Qiao Qiao's eyes, and the enthusiasm he once had dissipated.

——I want to forget you, and the memory of you and me.

Seal it up, leaving only the name of the person.

But... Nanze, I remember you.