Miss, you are my future wife

Chapter 398

On Monday, October 2004, 10, there was excellent sunshine early in the morning.

In recent days, the temperature has plummeted to several degrees Celsius above zero, and Xiao Yao also put on his long johns at the urging of Shen Jie and his grandma.

When she woke up in the morning, Shen Jie was not beside her pillow, and she only thoughtfully left breakfast for four people on the dining table.

There was a message from her in her inbox, saying that she had gone for a morning run and then went directly to school, telling Xiao Yao not to be late.

Xiao Yao felt a little emotional. Regardless of Zhang Zhengkai or the Butcher, the threat from them should be considered relieved, and Shen Jie finally dared to act freely alone.

After eating breakfast, Xiao Yao prepared to go out, but Yu Luying asked Xiao Yao to wait for her to "pack up".

Xiao Yao doesn't know what to deal with, so why don't you still want to make a fuss about it?
It was a rare opportunity to get up early, a rare amount of free time, and a rare good weather. Xiao Yao gave up the plan of sleeping in the cage and helped Shen Jie feed the cat.

In fact, he also knew that Shen Jie must have fed the cat before she left, but people feed cats to satisfy themselves.

Xiao Yao hugged his knees and squatted on the ground among the soap flakes, watching the civet contentedly burying its head in the cat bowl and chewing the cat food.

"I really envy you," Xiao Yao looked at the back of the cat's head and said nonsensical words: "Every day, I only eat and sleep. Besides sleeping, I eat. You don't have to go to school or go to work. Our family takes care of you every day. One, tell me, where did you get this blessing?"

The thought came to mind, has someone said that cats don't know when they are full? Don't stuff Shen Jie's cat to death, then you can just wait to be skinned.

Thinking of this, he reached out and snatched the cat bowl away: "You know what to eat!"

The cat was enjoying its meal when someone snatched its food from it. Suddenly it raised its head and looked at Xiao Yao fiercely for a few seconds.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it back to you." Xiao Yao surrendered and put the bowl back.

If I remember wrongly, the thing that would stretch myself to death seems to be a goldfish.

"Is that cat in the dream really you?" Xiao Yao murmured to himself: "Are you really just an ordinary cat?"

"Meow~" the cat raised its head and replied.

"You are indeed not simple." Xiao Yao reached out and stroked the cat's head.

The cat had eaten its fill, but Yu Luying was still not well yet. Seeing that there was still time, Xiao Yao simply took the cat downstairs to bask in the sun.

At such an early hour, there were already two old women sitting downstairs with small benches and recliners. When they saw the cat in Xiao Yao's hand, they all praised the cat for looking energetic and having beautiful fur.

Xiao Yao felt very happy after hearing these compliments.

An old woman took a bowl from home and poured milk for the "dog" to drink.

Xiao Yao played with the "dog" happily for a while. The "dog" was in a good mood, very happy, and kept meowing. He didn't recognize the two old ladies at all, and finally ended up in Xiao Yao's arms. Stay.

This is the first time that Xiao Yao has been so close to the "dog" since Shen Jie picked it up from school.

Just when Xiao Yao was just starting to feel bored, Yu Luying came down expressionlessly wearing school uniform and school trousers, carrying a schoolbag.

She looked at Xiao Yao and then at the "dog" with a look of confusion on her face.

Xiao Yao carried the dog upstairs, and then led Yu Luying to school.

It is indeed holding.

When walking out of the alley, Xiao Yao subconsciously took Yu Luying's hand - probably because he was used to doing this before.

When his four fingers touched the girl's, he suddenly realized that he shouldn't have done this anymore.

He waited for Yu Luying to throw away his hand and scold him, but Yu Luying just looked at him strangely and let him hold her hand.

Xiao Yao wanted to pull his hand back, but his four fingers were already held by the opponent.

He just gritted his teeth and walked out of the alley holding hands with Yu Luying without any embarrassment.

After passing the public toilet and garbage dump at the entrance and exit of the alley, the aunt at the canteen greeted them: "You two are going to school."

Nonsense, Xiao Yao thought.

"Ah." Xiao Yao said.

"Didn't you go with Xiao Xu?" the aunt said.

"Ah." Xiao Yao said.

"My mother knows." Yu Luying said this suddenly after walking out of the alley.

"What do you know?" Xiao Yao asked subconsciously.

"My dad saw it that day," Yu Luying told Xiao Yao, "I'll tell her when I get back."

Yu Luying is wearing a brown suit and trousers today, which is one of the autumn uniforms of St. Francis Middle School. Everyone hates it, thinking that it looks like a migrant worker, and they don't wear it if they can.

On her feet she wore a pair of black, slightly square, small leather shoes with no instep exposed. It was not clear whether she was wearing socks or not, but Xiao Yao was willing to believe that she was wearing short socks with skin color.

"Your father?" Xiao Yao asked with some confusion.

"That man." The girl realized her slip of the tongue and immediately changed her words.

"What did you see?" Xiao Yao had already reacted as soon as he said these words.

What she was obviously talking about was that after the three of them had just woken up from the nightmare, when she went to look for Shen Jie in her ward downstairs, the latter pounced on her and hung on her, and exchanged some illicit materials with her.

At that time, Yu Luying followed him as a matter of course, and "that man" also followed Yu Luying as a matter of course.

Of course, he saw Shen Jie's intimate behavior with him.

Of course, it was natural for him to go back and tell Yu Lihua, but Xiao Yao didn't put his mind on it at all, so he didn't even think about it.

"Hey, I have a headache." Xiao Yao tapped his temple with his curved index finger: "What did your mother say?"

"She is very unhappy," Yu Luying told Xiao Yao expressionlessly: "She said she can no longer pretend to be stupid."

"Hey, I have a headache." Xiao Yao continued to knock on his temple: "It sounds like I'm really sorry for her - so what do you tell your mother?"

"What else can you say?" Yu Luying glanced at him and said, "Tell the truth, you and I have broken up."

"Oh," Xiao Yao replied seemingly calmly, but he couldn't hide the hint of disappointment in his tone.

Sometimes, it is one thing for the juniors to make trouble about some matters, but once it is brought to the elders, it will inevitably give people the impression of "finalizing the coffin".

"No, I lied to you," Yu Luying observed Xiao Yao for a while, then changed her words: "I said I can't control you."

"?" Xiao Yao said, "If you say that, aren't you going to make me hate you in front of your mother?"

"It's not just my mother," Yu Luying told Xiao Yao: "My father was also very angry. He said he was going to beat you, but my mother and I stopped him."

"?" Xiao Yao was even more confused: "He wants to beat me? When he saw me in the hospital, he was polite and greeted me with a smile, very proactive and enthusiastic, making it seem like I have a close relationship with him. He looks so familiar. You said it's not appropriate for me to talk to him. I don't want to talk to him. It's not polite and I'm embarrassed. I'm feeling so uncomfortable - behind my back, he actually said he wanted to beat me up, so I'll just..."

"My mother hopes that I can move back home as soon as possible," Yu Luying interrupted Xiao Yao's next spiel without hesitation: "But she knows about the five-meter distance limit, so she also knows that there is nothing I can do." Yu Luying continued: "I tried my best to stop her, so she didn't come to argue with you. She just told me not to let you touch me again for the time being."

"Oh, what did you say?" Xiao Yao glanced at the hands the two were holding and asked casually, "What did you say?"

"Of course I have to agree." Yu Luying said quietly.

"Oh." As Xiao Yao said, there was a sudden bang and Yu Luying was stuck on the nearby wall: "Can I touch her?"

Yu Luying still looked at him expressionlessly, neither resisting nor pandering: "I'm going to be late for school. There should be a large number of students from our school passing by this intersection and this point."

Xiao Yao let her go angrily: "I'm going to be late, isn't it because of your procrastination? You got up very early..."

While saying this, the two of them continued walking towards the road leading to St. Francis Middle School.

Now that they are close to the school, the two of them no longer hold hands, and Yu Luying puts the hand closest to him into her trouser pocket.

In fact, Xiao Yao is not cowardly, or Shen Jie has obviously revoked his harem license, but still secretly opens a branch mine outside - it is purely to test Yu Luying.

But regarding this point, it's not advisable to think too much when you are standing so close to Yu Luying.

"You two, what happened yesterday and after that?" Yu Luying suddenly asked coldly after walking a few hundred meters away.

"No, I refused," Xiao Yao responded without hesitation: "How dare I."

"What else are you afraid of?" Yu Luying said: "Wait, you refused, that is to say, she really took the initiative to talk to you... to you..."

Xiao Yao realized his gaffe and closed his mouth tightly.

Yu Luying: "..."

"Anyway," Xiao Yao waited for half a minute before saying, "I'm afraid that the symbiotic distance between you and I will be further shortened, so I don't dare."

After hearing this, Yu Luying nodded slightly: "You can still have this concept, so I can relax a little bit."

?Is this a compliment? Xiao Yao thought.

Forget it, Yu Luying thought.

Although Yu Luying's face was still as cold as ice and expressionless, her inner tone had become slightly more cheerful.

Okay, Xiao Yao thought.

One morning's high school life was plain and boring, including raising the flag, giving lectures, doing morning exercises, Chinese and mathematics, etc. These were just boring things.

Early in the morning, a few individual students expressed positive concerns about Xiao Yao and Yu Luying's resumption of school, sending blessings, concerns and gossip.

From them, the two children learned that all the narcolepsy patients in the school had woken up at about the same time, and classes have now fully resumed.

Although the school and health and disease control still have a lot of aftermath work to do, the period of panic has finally passed for the time being, and everything is beginning to return to order.

In other words, the three of us are actually the last batch...the last batch to wake up?

No, that's not right. Everyone should have woken up at the moment when "Butcher" was subdued by Zhang Zhengkai. This is logical. The three of us should be the last to resume classes.

The topic of "sleeping sickness" is still in the ascendant. People have been pestering the two of them with questions all morning, and it seems to be a new and incredible event in the school.

Of course, some people avoided them, as if they were afraid of being infected by some incubating virus.

During recess, the entertainment committee found Xiao and Yu.

"You two, can you still participate in the top ten singers competition?" the entertainment committee member said, "Let's confirm."

"Participate, why don't you participate?" Xiao Yao was stunned: "But shouldn't the competition time have passed?"

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Finally it’s time for my second favorite part of the acceptance speech.

Someone taught me that the core of the acceptance speech is actually one sentence, please subscribe, it is best to turn on automatic subscription. Content that has nothing to do with this guide is just nonsense.

But for me, this is an opportunity to talk nonsense openly, not to chat with everyone for a while.

So, first of all I want to talk about "The Birth of a Story".

In 2017, a distant cousin of mine got married.

He and my cousin-in-law hit it off instantly, and we regretted meeting each other so late. Each of us thought the other was our Mr. Right (female).

The eldest brother and sister-in-law said to me with emotion that their biggest regret is that fate has played a trick on people. Why did they wait until they reached middle age to get to know each other.

In the long first half of their lives, in countless days and nights, the two of them were either sleepless and tossing and turning, or they were searching and running into wrong people one after another, spending time, youth, and love beside strangers. Time, patience and love.

Finally, looking back suddenly, the man was actually there, in the dimly lit place, but both of them had weathered faces and scars.

If there was a chance to travel through time, I have no doubt what the two of them would choose - let all acquaintances begin on a teenage afternoon, under the bright sun, and rewrite the story.

This is very beautiful, very romantic, and I like it very much, but I still asked the question very naively: If you two knew each other in middle school, are you sure you would still fall in love?

The eldest brother and sister-in-law thought carefully and then gave a negative answer.

In fact, we all know in our hearts that if we meet the right person at the wrong time, most of them will end up in vain.

The reason why two people fall in love is that the traumas of growth and what they teach us are an integral part of our lives.

"Perhaps that has been the story of life."

In 2017, I was working as a screenwriter for a small company.

The boss told me that the company has taken over a project from iQiyi, a series of suspense short dramas, unit dramas, each episode is 20 minutes long, and you should also write an episode.

The outline of the script I published was called: "We Meet Too Late".

In the story I imagined, old Xiao Yao and old Shen Jie (of course, they were not called these two names at that time) took a time machine together and returned to their middle school days. They went separately to find their younger selves and forcibly convinced the two of them. Teenagers together.

But these two children are incompatible - girls tend to mature earlier than boys. At that age, when little "Shen Jie" is already beautiful, generous, decent and has clear goals, little "Xiao Yao" is still confused. , slovenly, playful, active, running around, a steely straight man, with an EQ of 0.

Maybe in the future, this boy will become a great adult, but at this age...

Please allow me to quote a book friend with the last number 6475: "The male protagonist's cleverness, glibness, inexplicable, and perfection reminds me of myself in middle and high school. Every time I think of myself at that time, I want to go back and strangle myself to death." Own."

That's right, bro.If I were to meet my middle school and high school self, I could only promise not to beat him to death.

There are always people who say that the male protagonist is not worthy of the female protagonist - is he worthy of the key?How many does he deserve?He doesn't deserve it.

Not worthy, indeed not worthy.

In the original script, which was reviewed more than 10 times, there were many conflicts and contradictions between the "asymmetrical" lovers, and many ridiculous things happened. Then there were four people, the two old protagonists and the two young protagonists. Entangled together, reversing and reversing again, creating a strong story tension.

However, due to various subjective and objective reasons, that project died in the end, which became a regret for me.

I always hope to tell this story to more people, so I have the book you are reading now.

Of course, web articles and short plays are completely different things, and this story must be deconstructed again.

First of all, in the creation of the male protagonist, I deliberately gave him many extreme opening debuffs: abandoned by his parents, living in a "foreign land", giving up on himself, unwilling to study, addicted to online games, being incompatible with the surrounding class and therefore being excluded, longing for love and longing for love. Friendship, think of it as a salvation worth longing for.

In a word, he is a loser.

But unfortunately, how can a person who doesn't even have a few friends have a girlfriend?

But luckily, this is fiction.Let us give him the golden finger and start our journey of salvation step by step.

Goldfinger is first about the information gap caused by time travel, and then about our heroine herself.

The younger version of the heroine is not only "beautiful and kind-hearted", but more importantly, she tends to respect and obey the arrangements of fate.

She did not blindly deny the irrefutable fact in front of her, nor did she selfishly cover her ears and say, "If you don't listen, I'm just a bastard chanting sutras. What does the future have to do with me?"

Although it was difficult for her to fall in love at first sight with such a useless male protagonist, she did give him a chance with her patience and love.

In the near future, she will help such a male protagonist to grow up ahead of schedule, grow into a proud tree ahead of time, rewrite his own life, and many other people and other things.

Some people say that this book is very similar to the physical youth pain literature, but I don't completely agree - this pain?You may be lucky and have not experienced much pain. Please allow me to make an envious expression.

Some people will definitely say that we read novels to relax, eat sweets, and have fun, not to feel uncomfortable, or to watch you, an old literary youth, reminisce about hardships and sweet things.

Makes sense.

But I still think that "Missy" is essentially a cool novel (of course it is definitely not a mindless novel by a novice). From the overall tone, it is actually a "love myth".

To describe its coolness, I would like to use my favorite sentence in the Bible, which is: "The people who sat in darkness saw the light; those who sat in the place of the shadow of death, for them There was light." (Mt 4:16)
I also want to quote a passage from the immortal Chinese serious literary masterpiece "The Love Lock": "Zhao Tao finally discovered that he had been wandering in a feeling of loneliness that he could not resist. This kind of sadness had actually been there since the death of his grandma. It wrapped him up, but he forced himself to adapt. He was like being stuck in a smelly mud pit, unable to extricate himself or struggle. He could only stay in it and force himself to believe that this was his life. And now, Fang Tongtong stretched out his He grabbed his hand, dragged him out without warning, and threw him directly into a meadow full of flowers. He held him and rolled around on it."

Many people don't understand why the male protagonist wants to have a girlfriend so much. It is actually wrong to simply attribute it to "LSP".Having lost his parents, living in a different place, and being ostracized by his class, what he actually needs is love and being loved, and just a warm hug.

I deeply know that many readers will not be as "bad" as Xiao Yao and Zhao Tao, so it may have an impact on the sense of substitution, but I also believe that everyone has their own low period, and they may all In the darkest moments, the desire for a bright light and the desire to be pulled out by something should be the same and common.

All of the above are to illustrate and explain why the male protagonist's opening is so useless (after all, this is the most complained about point) - because if not, the foundation of the story's existence will be destroyed.

Of course, even if it is a male video, this would be too unfair to the female protagonist. Therefore, after the male protagonist grows up, he will definitely "save" the female protagonist in turn, because even such a female protagonist has deep feelings in her heart. There will be an existence that shines like the sunspots inside the sun.

Two-way redemption, two-way fulfillment, two-way rush, this is very cliché, but it is beautiful.

I like it very much and hope more people like it.

Here's a brief Q&A:

Q1: I think your male protagonist is well written and very real, but the female protagonist is too idealistic and has too much "fantasy elements". The male protagonist is a real boy, and the female protagonist is a goddess who exists in dreams. This creates a sense of fragmentation. (From a book friend whose tail number is 4556, the owner of the book list is "Win Lucky Win Lucky", etc.)

A1: If you want to see what will happen if the male and female protagonists are both "realistic", you can read my last book.Although I still like it very much, let's say it first. If you are unfortunately poisoned by that book, please continue to support and subscribe to "Miss"...

Q2: You are right about two-way redemption, but if that is the case, why did you insert Yu?I feel like the fact that this book has so many female protagonists is a failure. (From book friends, "I'm too lazy to think of a name, so just leave it like this", "I'm not good at anything", etc.)

A2: In addition to increasing the conflict, interest and scalability of the story, the addition of other heroines also aims to explore another topic: Are the scenery on the road really meaningless?If we can "predict" that we will not achieve positive results, should we still allow those beautiful experiences to continue to happen and exist?
Letting two people who will eventually be together achieve perfection in advance may erase the existence of "other people" that should belong to her/them in history. Is this really fair to her/them?

Also, our story has just begun and is still very long. Who knows if there will be any new twists in the future? (wink)
In short, please rest assured that this article will never speculate on stocks. I believe that it will give everyone a satisfactory and warm ending.

A book friend wrote in the book circle: "In today's fast food era, not everyone will think about the era background and character settings when reading novels. Most people just want to watch pretending to be slapped in the face, just like Liu Dihua behind the scenes of the system." Why is Liu so popular?"

I know that it is difficult for my books to become popular, and I also know that it is thankless for me to carefully refine the words and outline the characters over and over again, but I still cannot change the creative habits brought about by physical literature in the past.If I could read those formulaic articles, I wouldn't have to write them myself.I am not coding to make money to support my family, so I will not follow the crowd - but this does not mean that I don't care about my grades, because meeting a close friend is the greatest pleasure I want to gain.

So thank you for sticking around!Please support genuine books, preferably by subscribing on the Qidian main website, and support your favorite niche books with practical actions!Don't let me wither. For the future of this book, please let me see your hands all the time. Let me know how many audiences are still under the stage. Give me some strength to persevere.

Please give me your monthly ticket, please write more chapters, let me know your feelings and thoughts at all times, and let me know that I am not alone.

I have tentatively decided to release 7 chapters this time, around 30000 words. If the first order exceeds my expectations, or there are large rewards, I will add more.

Finally, I would like to thank "Orange", the editor of this book.

So, let’s go on sale on Friday, see you there or not?

--split line--

The following paragraph is not my original creation. It comes from NGA Water District and is a classic paragraph.

And this mood feels inexplicably appropriate.

Although I have already quoted the introduction of the last book once, I would like to share it again.

I would like to share it as an individual↓↓↓
One day you will have to make peace with all the memories, including her and you, her youth and your years.That person will live in time forever. You can't pull her out, and you can't go back. Just let her stay there quietly.She will not gain weight or grow old, she will not wear professional suits and high heels, and she will not smell like a family member. She will always be young and beautiful, standing in the memories wearing a bright long dress, smiling at you like a flower.

I often think of the girls who have been in my life.

No matter at the time or in my memory, they were so beautiful that they were so excellent that it was dazzling.

Nowadays, they must be more beautiful, calmer and richer. They must have met more interesting people and performed more wonderful stories.

A girl who briefly appeared in my life got engaged.

My brother, who loved a girl for two and a half years, finally got the "good news" that she was engaged to someone else.

I often tell him that that person will live in time forever. You can't pull her out, and you can't go back. Just let her stay there quietly.

She will not gain weight or grow old, she will not wear professional suits and high heels, and she will not smell like a family member. She will always be young and beautiful, standing in the memories wearing a bright long dress, smiling at you like a flower.

Isn't that bad?
One day you will have to make peace with all the memories, including her and you, her youth and your years.

Let them stay there.Every day in life there are gatherings and partings, crying or rejoicing.

If the girl you met at the beginning was destined not to make it to the end, would you still choose to meet her when you were young?Or after seeing spring flowers, summer moon, autumn wind and winter snow, meeting her and walking hand in hand for the rest of the journey?
This seems to be an issue not worth mentioning. Almost everyone likes words like "the end of the world".

But is it really that simple?The key question is, do you want to start or end?
You met at the age of 28 or 30 when you were mature and steady, rational and calm, smiling without showing your teeth, having a stable job, wearing professional suits, high heels, suits and leather shoes. You had similar temperaments and depended on each other. You only regretted that Yue Lao was blind for a time, and a good story began. , the man, the talent, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the perfect combination, and the blessings are pouring in like a tide.

Like a perfect story.

She wears glossy high heels, a dressy skirt, and her make-up is spotless, and she carries herself to your friends and colleagues with impeccable phrasing.She won't yell and make trouble with you unreasonably, she won't make you cross three streets to eat a certain store's steamed dumplings, and she won't easily get angry with you and wonder if you are having an affair with another girl.She is tolerant, considerate, virtuous and filial, and can be in the kitchen or in the hall.

But as mediocrity comes day after day, will there be a faint regret in my heart at a certain moment when I look back?

Do you want to have a time machine and go back to when she was 20 or 22 years old? In the cafeteria, in the library, or on the main road, walk up to her and say either politely, obscenely, or nervously: Hello.

At that time, she was wearing a bright long skirt and white Converse canvas shoes. She rushed to the cafeteria to get food with her wet hair just after washing. She was amazed by countless boys along the way.

She is beautiful, proud, and smart. She will brood over her roommate's words, cry burstingly over romantic dramas, see cute dolls in toy stores that cannot walk, and look forward to receiving gifts on a special holiday. Roses for boys.

She is not so decent and has not yet learned how to smile without showing her teeth. If she is brought in front of her friends, she will cover her mouth and keep giggling.She wears Converse canvas shoes and also likes cheap sandals bought on Taobao. She doesn’t like makeup very much, so she rushes downstairs to the dormitory wearing a T-shirt and shorts. She sweats at the Malatang restaurant on the roadside and exclaims how delicious it is. She can act coquettishly, be bratty and unreasonable, and be excited by the crazy ideas that suddenly pop into her head...

What about you at that time?

I don’t have much money, I’m wearing new sneakers I bought after saving up my living expenses for a long time, riding a cool mountain bike at high speed through the crowd, chatting about politics, football and girls with a group of friends at the food stall, and I don’t care about the beer bottles that are handed to me. The hesitation was gone. You were so young, so flamboyant, your mind was full of pretentious imaginations, and you shouted loudly that the world belongs to us.Your hair is rustic and you don’t have that much hairspray, you haven’t got your first suit yet, you haven’t learned to be patient and polite, and you just casually say “go to hell” when you’re unhappy.

She passed by the playground and saw you playing ball.

Sweat ran down your hair and ran down your red face. You shouted loudly and ran vigorously, as if you had endless strength in your body.

You meet.We are not so rational and tolerant, and it is difficult to always understand each other. She is not so exquisite and beautiful, and you are far from mature and wise. A stupid boy, an innocent girl, just saying that we will depend on each other for life and death forever. I swear, you think the world will be arranged according to your own imagination, but you don't understand that the one thing that never changes in life is that it's always changing.You will quarrel, break up, get hurt, walk apart, and keep each other in memories to torture each other, but my dear, that is your best age.

"Monga" says, "Wherever the wind blows, the grass will fall. When I was young, I thought I was the wind. Only after I was bruised and bruised did I realize that we are all grass."

We may not fall like grass in the wind, but we can only move forward vaguely like this.

Everything has been arranged at the time.

When I was young, I always wanted to see all the scenery in the world. From time to time, I would have the urge to take risks. I wanted to elope with my beloved girl, and then wander to the ends of the sea.

Only now do I understand that you can’t see through any scenery, and there probably won’t be any flowing water.You can only measure the boundaries of your life in the seasons of spring flowers, summer months, autumn rain and winter snow.

It's possible that the girls won't come, and you'll be walking alone, slowly or hastily, happily or sadly.

I often wonder in a vulgar way, what will the future girl be like?Are you plump or thin, lively or quiet?Do you have playful short hair or long strands?Do you also like those magnificent and wonderful words and indulge in bizarre image stories?Have you also withstood the erosion of wolf blood and the craziness of vulgar success studies, and still insist on being an interesting person with your outrageous love for life?
No matter when we meet at the age of 28 or 35, after we are dusted off, the only thing we can be happy about is that we must have many interesting stories and experiences on the road to tell each other, which are touching legends.

We didn't meet at the best age, but we gave each other the richest version of ourselves.

I didn't know if you would come, but I still sang loudly and walked towards you.

Finally it’s time for my second favorite part of the acceptance speech.

Someone taught me that the core of the acceptance speech is actually one sentence, please subscribe, it is best to turn on automatic subscription. Content that has nothing to do with this guide is just nonsense.

But for me, this is an opportunity to talk nonsense openly, not to chat with everyone for a while.So, first of all I want to talk about "The Birth of a Story".

In 2017, a distant cousin of mine got married.

He and my cousin-in-law hit it off instantly, and we regretted meeting each other so late. Each of us thought the other was our Mr. Right (female).

The eldest brother and sister-in-law said to me with emotion that their biggest regret is that fate has played a trick on people. Why did they wait until they reached middle age to get to know each other.

In the long first half of their lives, in countless days and nights, the two of them were either sleepless and tossing and turning, or they were searching and running into wrong people one after another, spending time, youth, and love beside strangers. Time, patience and love.

Finally, looking back suddenly, the man was actually there, in the dimly lit place, but both of them had weathered faces and scars.

If there was a chance to travel through time, I have no doubt what the two of them would choose - let all acquaintances begin on a teenage afternoon, under the bright sun, and rewrite the story.

This is very beautiful, very romantic, and I like it very much, but I still asked the question very naively: If you two knew each other in middle school, are you sure you would still fall in love?

The eldest brother and sister-in-law thought carefully and then gave a negative answer.

In fact, we all know in our hearts that if we meet the right person at the wrong time, most of them will end up in vain.

The reason why two people fall in love is that the traumas of growth and what they teach us are an integral part of our lives.

"Perhaps that has been the story of life."

In 2017, I was working as a screenwriter for a small company.

The boss told me that the company has taken over a project from iQiyi, a series of suspense short dramas, unit dramas, each episode is 20 minutes long, and you should also write an episode.

The outline of the script I published was called: "We Meet Too Late".

In the story I imagined, old Xiao Yao and old Shen Jie (of course, they were not called these two names at that time) took a time machine together and returned to their middle school days. They went separately to find their younger selves and forcibly convinced the two of them. Teenagers together.

But these two children are incompatible - girls tend to mature earlier than boys. At that age, when little "Shen Jie" is already beautiful, generous, decent and has clear goals, little "Xiao Yao" is still confused. , slovenly, playful, active, running around, a steely straight man, with an EQ of 0.

Maybe in the future, this boy will become a great adult, but at this age...

Please allow me to quote a book friend with the last number 6475: "The male protagonist's cleverness, glibness, inexplicable, and perfection reminds me of myself in middle and high school. Every time I think of myself at that time, I want to go back and strangle myself to death." Own."

That's right, bro.If I were to meet my middle school and high school self, I could only promise not to beat him to death.

There are always people who say that the male protagonist is not worthy of the female protagonist - is he worthy of the key?How many does he deserve?He doesn't deserve it.

Not worthy, indeed not worthy.

In the original script, which was reviewed more than 10 times, there were many conflicts and contradictions between the "asymmetrical" lovers, and many ridiculous things happened. Then there were four people, the two old protagonists and the two young protagonists. Entangled together, reversing and reversing again, creating a strong story tension.

However, due to various subjective and objective reasons, that project died in the end, which became a regret for me.

I always hope to tell this story to more people, so I have the book you are reading now.

Of course, web articles and short plays are completely different things, and this story must be deconstructed again.

First of all, in the creation of the male protagonist, I deliberately gave him many extreme opening debuffs: abandoned by his parents, living in a "foreign land", giving up on himself, unwilling to study, addicted to online games, being incompatible with the surrounding class and therefore being excluded, longing for love and longing for love. Friendship, think of it as a salvation worth longing for.

In a word, he is a loser.

But unfortunately, how can a person who doesn't even have a few friends have a girlfriend?

But luckily, this is fiction.Let us give him the golden finger and start our journey of salvation step by step.

Goldfinger is first about the information gap caused by time travel, and then about our heroine herself.

The younger version of the heroine is not only "beautiful and kind-hearted", but more importantly, she tends to respect and obey the arrangements of fate.

She did not blindly deny the irrefutable fact in front of her, nor did she selfishly cover her ears and say, "If you don't listen, I'm just a bastard chanting sutras. What does the future have to do with me?"

Although it was difficult for her to fall in love at first sight with such a useless male protagonist, she did give him a chance with her patience and love.

In the near future, she will help such a male protagonist to grow up ahead of schedule, grow into a proud tree ahead of time, rewrite his own life, and many other people and other things.

Some people say that this book is very similar to the physical youth pain literature, but I don't completely agree - this pain?You may be lucky and have not experienced much pain. Please allow me to make an envious expression.

Some people will definitely say that we read novels to relax, eat sweets, and have fun, not to feel uncomfortable, or to watch you, an old literary youth, reminisce about hardships and sweet things.

Makes sense.

But I still think that "Missy" is essentially a cool novel (of course it is definitely not a mindless novel by a novice). From the overall tone, it is actually a "love myth".

To describe its coolness, I would like to use my favorite sentence in the Bible, which is: "The people who sat in darkness saw the light; those who sat in the place of the shadow of death, for them There was light." (Mt 4:16)
I also want to quote a passage from the immortal Chinese serious literary masterpiece "The Love Lock": "Zhao Tao finally discovered that he had been wandering in a feeling of loneliness that he could not resist. This kind of sadness had actually been there since the death of his grandma. It wrapped him up, but he forced himself to adapt. He was like being stuck in a smelly mud pit, unable to extricate himself or struggle. He could only stay in it and force himself to believe that this was his life. And now, Fang Tongtong stretched out his He grabbed his hand, dragged him out without warning, and threw him directly into a meadow full of flowers. He held him and rolled around on it."

Many people don't understand why the male protagonist wants to have a girlfriend so much. It is actually wrong to simply attribute it to "LSP".Having lost his parents, living in a different place, and being ostracized by his class, what he actually needs is love and being loved, and just a warm hug.

I deeply know that many readers will not be as "bad" as Xiao Yao and Zhao Tao, so it may have an impact on the sense of substitution, but I also believe that everyone has their own low period, and they may all In the darkest moments, the desire for a bright light and the desire to be pulled out by something should be the same and common.

All of the above are to illustrate and explain why the male protagonist's opening is so useless (after all, this is the most complained about point) - because if not, the foundation of the story's existence will be destroyed.

Of course, even if it is a male video, this would be too unfair to the female protagonist. Therefore, after the male protagonist grows up, he will definitely "save" the female protagonist in turn, because even such a female protagonist has deep feelings in her heart. There will be an existence that shines like the sunspots inside the sun.

Two-way redemption, two-way fulfillment, two-way rush, this is very cliché, but it is beautiful.

I like it very much and hope more people like it.

Here's a brief Q&A:

Q1: I think your male protagonist is well written and very real, but the female protagonist is too idealistic and has too much "fantasy elements". The male protagonist is a real boy, and the female protagonist is a goddess who exists in dreams. This creates a sense of fragmentation. (From a book friend whose tail number is 4556, the owner of the book list is "Win Lucky Win Lucky", etc.)

A1: If you want to see what will happen if the male and female protagonists are both "realistic", you can read my last book.Although I still like it very much, let's say it first. If you are unfortunately poisoned by that book, please continue to support and subscribe to "Miss"...

Q2: You are right about two-way redemption, but if that is the case, why did you insert Yu?I feel like the fact that this book has so many female protagonists is a failure. (From book friends, "I'm too lazy to think of a name, so just leave it like this", "I'm not good at anything", etc.)

A2: In addition to increasing the conflict, interest and scalability of the story, the addition of other heroines also aims to explore another topic: Are the scenery on the road really meaningless?If we can "predict" that we will not achieve positive results, should we still allow those beautiful experiences to continue to happen and exist?
Letting two people who will eventually be together achieve perfection in advance may erase the existence of "other people" that should belong to her/them in history. Is this really fair to her/them?

Also, our story has just begun and is still very long. Who knows if there will be any new twists in the future? (wink)
In short, please rest assured that this article will never speculate on stocks. I believe that it will give everyone a satisfactory and warm ending.

A book friend wrote in the book circle: "In today's fast food era, not everyone will think about the era background and character settings when reading novels. Most people just want to watch pretending to be slapped in the face, just like Liu Dihua behind the scenes of the system." Why is Liu so popular?"

I know that it is difficult for my books to become popular, and I also know that it is thankless for me to carefully refine the words and outline the characters over and over again, but I still cannot change the creative habits brought about by physical literature in the past.If I could read those formulaic articles, I wouldn't have to write them myself.I am not coding to make money to support my family, so I will not follow the crowd - but this does not mean that I don't care about my grades, because meeting a close friend is the greatest pleasure I want to gain.

So thank you for sticking around!Please support genuine books, preferably by subscribing on the Qidian main website, and support your favorite niche books with practical actions!Don't let me wither. For the future of this book, please let me see your hands all the time. Let me know how many audiences are still under the stage. Give me some strength to persevere.

Please give me your monthly ticket, please write more chapters, let me know your feelings and thoughts at all times, and let me know that I am not alone.

I have tentatively decided to release 7 chapters this time, around 30000 words. If the first order exceeds my expectations, or there are large rewards, I will add more.

Finally, I would like to thank "Orange", the editor of this book.

So, let’s go on sale on Friday, see you there or not?

--split line--

The following paragraph is not my original creation. It comes from NGA Water District and is a classic paragraph.

And this mood feels inexplicably appropriate.

Although I have already quoted the introduction of the last book once, I would like to share it again.

I would like to share it as an individual↓↓↓
One day you will have to make peace with all the memories, including her and you, her youth and your years.That person will live in time forever. You can't pull her out, and you can't go back. Just let her stay there quietly.She will not gain weight or grow old, she will not wear professional suits and high heels, and she will not smell like a family member. She will always be young and beautiful, standing in the memories wearing a bright long dress, smiling at you like a flower.

I often think of the girls who have been in my life.

No matter at the time or in my memory, they were so beautiful that they were so excellent that it was dazzling.

Nowadays, they must be more beautiful, calmer and richer. They must have met more interesting people and performed more wonderful stories.

A girl who briefly appeared in my life got engaged.

My brother, who loved a girl for two and a half years, finally got the "good news" that she was engaged to someone else.

I often tell him that that person will live in time forever. You can't pull her out, and you can't go back. Just let her stay there quietly.

She will not gain weight or grow old, she will not wear professional suits and high heels, and she will not smell like a family member. She will always be young and beautiful, standing in the memories wearing a bright long dress, smiling at you like a flower.

Isn't that bad?
One day you will have to make peace with all the memories, including her and you, her youth and your years.

Let them stay there.Every day in life there are gatherings and partings, crying or rejoicing.

If the girl you met at the beginning was destined not to make it to the end, would you still choose to meet her when you were young?Or after seeing spring flowers, summer moon, autumn wind and winter snow, meeting her and walking hand in hand for the rest of the journey?
This seems to be an issue not worth mentioning. Almost everyone likes words like "the end of the world".

But is it really that simple?The key question is, do you want to start or end?
You met at the age of 28 or 30 when you were mature and steady, rational and calm, smiling without showing your teeth, having a stable job, wearing professional suits, high heels, suits and leather shoes. You had similar temperaments and depended on each other. You only regretted that Yue Lao was blind for a time, and a good story began. , the man, the talent, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the perfect combination, and the blessings are pouring in like a tide.

Like a perfect story.

She wears glossy high heels, a dressy skirt, and her make-up is spotless, and she carries herself to your friends and colleagues with impeccable phrasing.She won't yell and make trouble with you unreasonably, she won't make you cross three streets to eat a certain store's steamed dumplings, and she won't easily get angry with you and wonder if you are having an affair with another girl.She is tolerant, considerate, virtuous and filial, and can be in the kitchen or in the hall.

But as mediocrity comes day after day, will there be a faint regret in my heart at a certain moment when I look back?

Do you want to have a time machine and go back to when she was 20 or 22 years old? In the cafeteria, in the library, or on the main road, walk up to her and say either politely, obscenely, or nervously: Hello.

At that time, she was wearing a bright long skirt and white Converse canvas shoes. She rushed to the cafeteria to get food with her wet hair just after washing. She was amazed by countless boys along the way.

She is beautiful, proud, and smart. She will brood over her roommate's words, cry burstingly over romantic dramas, see cute dolls in toy stores that cannot walk, and look forward to receiving gifts on a special holiday. Roses for boys.

She is not so decent and has not yet learned how to smile without showing her teeth. If she is brought in front of her friends, she will cover her mouth and keep giggling.She wears Converse canvas shoes and also likes cheap sandals bought on Taobao. She doesn’t like makeup very much, so she rushes downstairs to the dormitory wearing a T-shirt and shorts. She sweats at the Malatang restaurant on the roadside and exclaims how delicious it is. She can act coquettishly, be bratty and unreasonable, and be excited by the crazy ideas that suddenly pop into her head...

What about you at that time?

I don’t have much money, I’m wearing new sneakers I bought after saving up my living expenses for a long time, riding a cool mountain bike at high speed through the crowd, chatting about politics, football and girls with a group of friends at the food stall, and I don’t care about the beer bottles that are handed to me. The hesitation was gone. You were so young, so flamboyant, your mind was full of pretentious imaginations, and you shouted loudly that the world belongs to us.Your hair is rustic and you don’t have that much hairspray, you haven’t got your first suit yet, you haven’t learned to be patient and polite, and you just casually say “go to hell” when you’re unhappy.

She passed by the playground and saw you playing ball.

Sweat ran down your hair and ran down your red face. You shouted loudly and ran vigorously, as if you had endless strength in your body.

You meet.We are not so rational and tolerant, and it is difficult to always understand each other. She is not so exquisite and beautiful, and you are far from mature and wise. A stupid boy, an innocent girl, just saying that we will depend on each other for life and death forever. I swear, you think the world will be arranged according to your own imagination, but you don't understand that the one thing that never changes in life is that it's always changing.You will quarrel, break up, get hurt, walk apart, and keep each other in memories to torture each other, but my dear, that is your best age.

"Monga" says, "Wherever the wind blows, the grass will fall. When I was young, I thought I was the wind. Only after I was bruised and bruised did I realize that we are all grass."

We may not fall like grass in the wind, but we can only move forward vaguely like this.

Everything has been arranged at the time.

When I was young, I always wanted to see all the scenery in the world. From time to time, I would have the urge to take risks. I wanted to elope with my beloved girl, and then wander to the ends of the sea.

Only now do I understand that you can’t see through any scenery, and there probably won’t be any flowing water.You can only measure the boundaries of your life in the seasons of spring flowers, summer months, autumn rain and winter snow.

It's possible that the girls won't come, and you'll be walking alone, slowly or hastily, happily or sadly.

I often wonder in a vulgar way, what will the future girl be like?Are you plump or thin, lively or quiet?Do you have playful short hair or long strands?Do you also like those magnificent and wonderful words and indulge in bizarre image stories?Have you also withstood the erosion of wolf blood and the craziness of vulgar success studies, and still insist on being an interesting person with your outrageous love for life?
No matter when we meet at the age of 28 or 35, after we are dusted off, the only thing we can be happy about is that we must have many interesting stories and experiences on the road to tell each other, which are touching legends.

We didn't meet at the best age, but we gave each other the richest version of ourselves.

I didn't know if you would come, but I still sang loudly and walked towards you.

Finally it’s time for my second favorite part of the acceptance speech.

Someone taught me that the core of the acceptance speech is actually one sentence, please subscribe, it is best to turn on automatic subscription. Content that has nothing to do with this guide is just nonsense.

But for me, this is an opportunity to talk nonsense openly, not to chat with everyone for a while.

So, first of all I want to talk about "The Birth of a Story".

In 2017, a distant cousin of mine got married.

He and my cousin-in-law hit it off instantly, and we regretted meeting each other so late. Each of us thought the other was our Mr. Right (female).

The eldest brother and sister-in-law said to me with emotion that their biggest regret is that fate has played a trick on people. Why did they wait until they reached middle age to get to know each other.

In the long first half of their lives, in countless days and nights, the two of them were either sleepless and tossing and turning, or they were searching and running into wrong people one after another, spending time, youth, and love beside strangers. Time, patience and love.

Finally, looking back suddenly, the man was actually there, in the dimly lit place, but both of them had weathered faces and scars.

If there was a chance to travel through time, I have no doubt what the two of them would choose - let all acquaintances begin on a teenage afternoon, under the bright sun, and rewrite the story.

This is very beautiful, very romantic, and I like it very much, but I still asked the question very naively: If you two knew each other in middle school, are you sure you would still fall in love?

The eldest brother and sister-in-law thought carefully and then gave a negative answer.

In fact, we all know in our hearts that if we meet the right person at the wrong time, most of them will end up in vain.

The reason why two people fall in love is that the traumas of growth and what they teach us are an integral part of our lives.

"Perhaps that has been the story of life."

In 2017, I was working as a screenwriter for a small company.

The boss told me that the company has taken over a project from iQiyi, a series of suspense short dramas, unit dramas, each episode is 20 minutes long, and you should also write an episode.

The outline of the script I published was called: "We Meet Too Late".

In the story I imagined, old Xiao Yao and old Shen Jie (of course, they were not called these two names at that time) took a time machine together and returned to their middle school days. They went separately to find their younger selves and forcibly convinced the two of them. Teenagers together.

But these two children are incompatible - girls tend to mature earlier than boys. At that age, when little "Shen Jie" is already beautiful, generous, decent and has clear goals, little "Xiao Yao" is still confused. , slovenly, playful, active, running around, a steely straight man, with an EQ of 0.

Maybe in the future, this boy will become a great adult, but at this age...

Please allow me to quote a book friend with the last number 6475: "The male protagonist's cleverness, glibness, inexplicable, and perfection reminds me of myself in middle and high school. Every time I think of myself at that time, I want to go back and strangle myself to death." Own."

That's right, bro.If I were to meet my middle school and high school self, I could only promise not to beat him to death.

There are always people who say that the male protagonist is not worthy of the female protagonist - is he worthy of the key?How many does he deserve?He doesn't deserve it.

Not worthy, indeed not worthy.

In the original script, which was reviewed more than 10 times, there were many conflicts and contradictions between the "asymmetrical" lovers, and many ridiculous things happened. Then there were four people, the two old protagonists and the two young protagonists. Entangled together, reversing and reversing again, creating a strong story tension.

However, due to various subjective and objective reasons, that project died in the end, which became a regret for me.

I always hope to tell this story to more people, so I have the book you are reading now.

Of course, web articles and short plays are completely different things, and this story must be deconstructed again.

First of all, in the creation of the male protagonist, I deliberately gave him many extreme opening debuffs: abandoned by his parents, living in a "foreign land", giving up on himself, unwilling to study, addicted to online games, being incompatible with the surrounding class and therefore being excluded, longing for love and longing for love. Friendship, think of it as a salvation worth longing for.

In a word, he is a loser.

But unfortunately, how can a person who doesn't even have a few friends have a girlfriend?

But luckily, this is fiction.Let us give him the golden finger and start our journey of salvation step by step.

Goldfinger is first about the information gap caused by time travel, and then about our heroine herself.

The younger version of the heroine is not only "beautiful and kind-hearted", but more importantly, she tends to respect and obey the arrangements of fate.

She did not blindly deny the irrefutable fact in front of her, nor did she selfishly cover her ears and say, "If you don't listen, I'm just a bastard chanting sutras. What does the future have to do with me?"

Although it was difficult for her to fall in love at first sight with such a useless male protagonist, she did give him a chance with her patience and love.

In the near future, she will help such a male protagonist to grow up ahead of schedule, grow into a proud tree ahead of time, rewrite his own life, and many other people and other things.

Some people say that this book is very similar to the physical youth pain literature, but I don't completely agree - this pain?You may be lucky and have not experienced much pain. Please allow me to make an envious expression.

Some people will definitely say that we read novels to relax, eat sweets, and have fun, not to feel uncomfortable, or to watch you, an old literary youth, reminisce about hardships and sweet things.

Makes sense.

But I still think that "Missy" is essentially a cool novel (of course it is definitely not a mindless novel by a novice). From the overall tone, it is actually a "love myth".

To describe its coolness, I would like to use my favorite sentence in the Bible, which is: "The people who sat in darkness saw the light; those who sat in the place of the shadow of death, for them There was light." (Mt 4:16)
I also want to quote a passage from the immortal Chinese serious literary masterpiece "The Love Lock": "Zhao Tao finally discovered that he had been wandering in a feeling of loneliness that he could not resist. This kind of sadness had actually been there since the death of his grandma. It wrapped him up, but he forced himself to adapt. He was like being stuck in a smelly mud pit, unable to extricate himself or struggle. He could only stay in it and force himself to believe that this was his life. And now, Fang Tongtong stretched out his He grabbed his hand, dragged him out without warning, and threw him directly into a meadow full of flowers. He held him and rolled around on it."

Many people don't understand why the male protagonist wants to have a girlfriend so much. It is actually wrong to simply attribute it to "LSP".Having lost his parents, living in a different place, and being ostracized by his class, what he actually needs is love and being loved, and just a warm hug.

I deeply know that many readers will not be as "bad" as Xiao Yao and Zhao Tao, so it may have an impact on the sense of substitution, but I also believe that everyone has their own low period, and they may all In the darkest moments, the desire for a bright light and the desire to be pulled out by something should be the same and common.

All of the above are to illustrate and explain why the male protagonist's opening is so useless (after all, this is the most complained about point) - because if not, the foundation of the story's existence will be destroyed.

Of course, even if it is a male video, this would be too unfair to the female protagonist. Therefore, after the male protagonist grows up, he will definitely "save" the female protagonist in turn, because even such a female protagonist has deep feelings in her heart. There will be an existence that shines like the sunspots inside the sun.

Two-way redemption, two-way fulfillment, two-way rush, this is very cliché, but it is beautiful.

I like it very much and hope more people like it.

Here's a brief Q&A:

Q1: I think your male protagonist is well written and very real, but the female protagonist is too idealistic and has too much "fantasy elements". The male protagonist is a real boy, and the female protagonist is a goddess who exists in dreams. This creates a sense of fragmentation. (From a book friend whose tail number is 4556, the owner of the book list is "Win Lucky Win Lucky", etc.)

A1: If you want to see what will happen if the male and female protagonists are both "realistic", you can read my last book.Although I still like it very much, let's say it first. If you are unfortunately poisoned by that book, please continue to support and subscribe to "Miss"...

Q2: You are right about two-way redemption, but if that is the case, why did you insert Yu?I feel like the fact that this book has so many female protagonists is a failure. (From book friends, "I'm too lazy to think of a name, so just leave it like this", "I'm not good at anything", etc.)

A2: In addition to increasing the conflict, interest and scalability of the story, the addition of other heroines also aims to explore another topic: Are the scenery on the road really meaningless?If we can "predict" that we will not achieve positive results, should we still allow those beautiful experiences to continue to happen and exist?
Letting two people who will eventually be together achieve perfection in advance may erase the existence of "other people" that should belong to her/them in history. Is this really fair to her/them?

Also, our story has just begun and is still very long. Who knows if there will be any new twists in the future? (wink)
In short, please rest assured that this article will never speculate on stocks. I believe that it will give everyone a satisfactory and warm ending.

A book friend wrote in the book circle: "In today's fast food era, not everyone will think about the era background and character settings when reading novels. Most people just want to watch pretending to be slapped in the face, just like Liu Dihua behind the scenes of the system." Why is Liu so popular?"

I know that it is difficult for my books to become popular, and I also know that it is thankless for me to carefully refine the words and outline the characters over and over again, but I still cannot change the creative habits brought about by physical literature in the past.If I could read those formulaic articles, I wouldn't have to write them myself.I am not coding to make money to support my family, so I will not follow the crowd - but this does not mean that I don't care about my grades, because meeting a close friend is the greatest pleasure I want to gain.

So thank you for sticking around!Please support genuine books, preferably by subscribing on the Qidian main website, and support your favorite niche books with practical actions!Don't let me wither. For the future of this book, please let me see your hands all the time. Let me know how many audiences are still under the stage. Give me some strength to persevere.

Please give me your monthly ticket, please write more chapters, let me know your feelings and thoughts at all times, and let me know that I am not alone.

I have tentatively decided to release 7 chapters this time, around 30000 words. If the first order exceeds my expectations, or there are large rewards, I will add more.

Finally, I would like to thank "Orange", the editor of this book.

So, let’s go on sale on Friday, see you there or not?

--split line--

The following paragraph is not my original creation. It comes from NGA Water District and is a classic paragraph.

And this mood feels inexplicably appropriate.

Although I have already quoted the introduction of the last book once, I would like to share it again.

I would like to share it as an individual↓↓↓
One day you will have to make peace with all the memories, including her and you, her youth and your years.That person will live in time forever. You can't pull her out, and you can't go back. Just let her stay there quietly.She will not gain weight or grow old, she will not wear professional suits and high heels, and she will not smell like a family member. She will always be young and beautiful, standing in the memories wearing a bright long dress, smiling at you like a flower.

I often think of the girls who have been in my life.

No matter at the time or in my memory, they were so beautiful that they were so excellent that it was dazzling.

Nowadays, they must be more beautiful, calmer and richer. They must have met more interesting people and performed more wonderful stories.

A girl who briefly appeared in my life got engaged.

My brother, who loved a girl for two and a half years, finally got the "good news" that she was engaged to someone else.

I often tell him that that person will live in time forever. You can't pull her out, and you can't go back. Just let her stay there quietly.

She will not gain weight or grow old, she will not wear professional suits and high heels, and she will not smell like a family member. She will always be young and beautiful, standing in the memories wearing a bright long dress, smiling at you like a flower.

Isn't that bad?
One day you will have to make peace with all the memories, including her and you, her youth and your years.

Let them stay there.Every day in life there are gatherings and partings, crying or rejoicing.

If the girl you met at the beginning was destined not to make it to the end, would you still choose to meet her when you were young?Or after seeing spring flowers, summer moon, autumn wind and winter snow, meeting her and walking hand in hand for the rest of the journey?
This seems to be an issue not worth mentioning. Almost everyone likes words like "the end of the world".

But is it really that simple?The key question is, do you want to start or end?
You met at the age of 28 or 30 when you were mature and steady, rational and calm, smiling without showing your teeth, having a stable job, wearing professional suits, high heels, suits and leather shoes. You had similar temperaments and depended on each other. You only regretted that Yue Lao was blind for a time, and a good story began. , the man, the talent, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the beauty, the perfect combination, and the blessings are pouring in like a tide.

Like a perfect story.

She wears glossy high heels, a dressy skirt, and her make-up is spotless, and she carries herself to your friends and colleagues with impeccable phrasing.She won't yell and make trouble with you unreasonably, she won't make you cross three streets to eat a certain store's steamed dumplings, and she won't easily get angry with you and wonder if you are having an affair with another girl.She is tolerant, considerate, virtuous and filial, and can be in the kitchen or in the hall.

But as mediocrity comes day after day, will there be a faint regret in my heart at a certain moment when I look back?

Do you want to have a time machine and go back to when she was 20 or 22 years old? In the cafeteria, in the library, or on the main road, walk up to her and say either politely, obscenely, or nervously: Hello.

At that time, she was wearing a bright long skirt and white Converse canvas shoes. She rushed to the cafeteria to get food with her wet hair just after washing. She was amazed by countless boys along the way.

She is beautiful, proud, and smart. She will brood over her roommate's words, cry burstingly over romantic dramas, see cute dolls in toy stores that cannot walk, and look forward to receiving gifts on a special holiday. Roses for boys.

She is not so decent and has not yet learned how to smile without showing her teeth. If she is brought in front of her friends, she will cover her mouth and keep giggling.She wears Converse canvas shoes and also likes cheap sandals bought on Taobao. She doesn’t like makeup very much, so she rushes downstairs to the dormitory wearing a T-shirt and shorts. She sweats at the Malatang restaurant on the roadside and exclaims how delicious it is. She can act coquettishly, be bratty and unreasonable, and be excited by the crazy ideas that suddenly pop into her head...

What about you at that time?

I don’t have much money, I’m wearing new sneakers I bought after saving up my living expenses for a long time, riding a cool mountain bike at high speed through the crowd, chatting about politics, football and girls with a group of friends at the food stall, and I don’t care about the beer bottles that are handed to me. The hesitation was gone. You were so young, so flamboyant, your mind was full of pretentious imaginations, and you shouted loudly that the world belongs to us.Your hair is rustic and you don’t have that much hairspray, you haven’t got your first suit yet, you haven’t learned to be patient and polite, and you just casually say “go to hell” when you’re unhappy.

She passed by the playground and saw you playing ball.

Sweat ran down your hair and ran down your red face. You shouted loudly and ran vigorously, as if you had endless strength in your body.

You meet.We are not so rational and tolerant, and it is difficult to always understand each other. She is not so exquisite and beautiful, and you are far from mature and wise. A stupid boy, an innocent girl, just saying that we will depend on each other for life and death forever. I swear, you think the world will be arranged according to your own imagination, but you don't understand that the one thing that never changes in life is that it's always changing.You will quarrel, break up, get hurt, walk apart, and keep each other in memories to torture each other, but my dear, that is your best age.

"Monga" says, "Wherever the wind blows, the grass will fall. When I was young, I thought I was the wind. Only after I was bruised and bruised did I realize that we are all grass."

We may not fall like grass in the wind, but we can only move forward vaguely like this.

Everything has been arranged at the time.

When I was young, I always wanted to see all the scenery in the world. From time to time, I would have the urge to take risks. I wanted to elope with my beloved girl, and then wander to the ends of the sea.

Only now do I understand that you can’t see through any scenery, and there probably won’t be any flowing water.You can only measure the boundaries of your life in the seasons of spring flowers, summer months, autumn rain and winter snow.

It's possible that the girls won't come, and you'll be walking alone, slowly or hastily, happily or sadly.

I often wonder in a vulgar way, what will the future girl be like?Are you plump or thin, lively or quiet?Do you have playful short hair or long strands?Do you also like those magnificent and wonderful words and indulge in bizarre image stories?Have you also withstood the erosion of wolf blood and the craziness of vulgar success studies, and still insist on being an interesting person with your outrageous love for life?
No matter when we meet at the age of 28 or 35, after we are dusted off, the only thing we can be happy about is that we must have many interesting stories and experiences on the road to tell each other, which are touching legends.

We didn't meet at the best age, but we gave each other the richest version of ourselves.

I didn't know if you would come, but I still sang loudly and walked towards you.

(End of this chapter)