I didn't leave his contact information. I stood at the side and watched his car drive away,as if I was seeing an old friend who would never meet again.
When his car gradually disappeared,I turned around and saw Yi qingchen.
He leaned again,the silver-gray Bentley. The color of his clothes was integrated wi,the body. It was quiet and elegant. Above his head were verdant pine and cypresses,and upwards was the blue sky of the spring sun. White clouds floated on top of it,changing their shapes and drifting away wi,the wind.
Everything was so peaceful,as if it had never changed since ancient times.
"Let's go home!" He reached out his hand to me.
I walked towards him wi,a smile.
Some people were the sky,eternal and unchanging,while others were the clouds,fleeting. Whether it was long or sh
