Secret Love · Orange Raw Huainan

Chapter 1 Prologue: Their Children
Dear Diary:
Can people manipulate their own memory?
If not, where do those self-deceiving whitewashes and comforts come from?
If so, why are there only a few insignificant details that we can remember of many important events?The face of the protagonist, who was too vivid to be ignored and blocked by the lens of the years, became blurred instead.

Have I actually met him?

Did I really feel it? My mother squeezed my hand and said slowly: "Look, Luo Luo, that little boy is their child."

their children.

The red flying debris of firecrackers, the tacky and colorful ribbons, float in the noisy voices.I don't remember any guests coming and going, but I can always think of some vague-faced aunt who leaned down and asked us children—is the bride pretty?Do you want to be a bride in the future?

Everyone raised their voices childishly, thinking—

But these insignificant little movements, smells, and modal particles are like a soft hand, gently clenching my heart.All the feelings at that time came back to life with these details, as if the soul was still living in that small body at this moment, being pushed and shoved by the crowded guests, trying to go through the noisy joyous atmosphere to piece together a fresh and contradictory experience. world.

The world in my eyes at that time was still full of chaotic and insignificant bits and pieces.

Just the things that don't matter.

Precisely these insignificant things.

It turns out that what I have been obsessed with for so many years is these, not that person.

——Excerpt from Luo Zhi's diary
(End of this chapter)