If love can be booked

Lu Jinchuan slowly turned around and walked towards the living room. His eyes accidentally swept across the slightly open door of her bedroom, and an inexplicable curiosity surged in his heart. He pushed the door open lightly and stepped into this area that belonged to her private space.

After entering the room, the first thing that caught his eye was the fluffy little bear doll on the bed. It lay there quietly, as if guarding the owner's sweet dreams. Lu Jinchuan couldn't help thinking: "So she likes to hug the little bear when she sleeps..." This innocent and lovely behavior made him understand her better.

Then, he turned his sight to the cloakroom. There were not many clothes in her closet, which looked simple and plain. The black and white circle curtains formed a sharp contrast with the red and white circle four-piece suit she changed into today, but created a different kind of warm atmosphere. He recalled that the last time he saw her bedroom, it was still decorated in light yellow. Now this subtle change also made him feel the changes in her life.

Then, his eyes stopped at the bedside table. The drawer was half open, revealing a small box. He walked a few steps closer and carefully took it out. When he opened the box, a beautiful butterfly hairpin appeared before his eyes. The delicate wings were shining with a faint light, as if they were about to spread their wings and fly away at any time.

"Butterfly? Butterfly hairpin?" Lu Jinchuan muttered to himself. This butterfly hairpin evoked a long-forgotten childhood memory deep in his heart. Once upon a time, he persistently pursued everything about butterflies, and this hairpin seemed to be the symbol of that memory.

However, reality poured cold water on him. He shook his head and said to himself: "Impossible, impossible, if it was really her, how could she not remember me? No, this is impossible..." A series of questions surged into his mind, making him fall into confusion and pain.

He held the butterfly hairpin tightly, feeling the warmth it brought, trying to find the answer. But the inner conflict and struggle made him unable to calm down. This sudden discovery was like a double-edged sword, which ignited his hope and plunged him into endless confusion.

On the vast seashore, the sea breeze gently brushed her cheeks and blew up her long black hair. She held a delicate box tightly in her hands, with a happy smile on her face, like a blooming flower. She raised her head, her clear eyes looked at him standing beside her, and asked softly: "Brother Jinchuan, what's in it?"

He smiled gently and replied, "This is a birthday present for you." This gift might be the last token of his love he could give her, because soon they would both embark on new journeys and drift further and further apart.

She opened the box with great joy, and a dazzling light flashed instantly. "Wow! What a beautiful hairpin!" She exclaimed in amazement, with joy in her eyes. The hairpin was exquisite, as if it was a treasure dropped from heaven. At that time, she simply thought it was beautiful and smiled so sweetly.

He stroked her hair gently and said affectionately: "This is specially designed for you. It is one-of-a-kind in the world." This unique hairpin represents her irreplaceable position in his heart.

"So beautiful. Brother Jinchuan, I like it so much." She held his hand tightly, not hiding her love for this gift. And the words "Brother Jinchuan" that came out of her mouth were as beautiful as the sound of nature.

Looking at her ecstatic expression, he plucked up the courage and said what had been hidden in his heart: "Wan Ning, will you marry me? Let me protect you for the rest of my life." They were still too young at that time and their understanding of love was still shallow, but deep in their hearts they longed to be with each other forever.

She was stunned at first, then she smiled brightly and nodded vigorously. Then, they stretched out their fingers, hooked them together, and made an everlasting vow.

The picture scroll in my memory unfolds bit by bit. The voice in my heart spreads out bit by bit. Something is fermenting. Your appearance catches me off guard.

The picture in my memory is like an ancient and mysterious scroll, slowly unfolding, and every detail gradually becomes clear; the voice in my heart is like a gentle breeze, blowing past, blowing away those deeply buried emotions bit by bit. An indescribable feeling quietly ferments in my heart, like a mellow wine, becoming stronger and stronger.

Your sudden appearance was like a flash of lightning that broke through the night sky, catching me off guard. At that moment, time seemed to freeze and the world held its breath. I used to think that our meeting was just a coincidence of fate, or a chance encounter in the vast sea of ​​people. However, looking at the familiar face in front of me at this moment, I realized that everything is not that simple.

I have always believed that I loved that girl, but I never thought that you were her. I thought that the girl I loved deeply was not you. This sudden truth has plunged me into endless confusion and bewilderment.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" In the bedroom, under the light, he stood there quietly, with his back to her, like a silent sculpture. Her eyes involuntarily fell on the object in his hand - the butterfly hairpin.

"How did you get this?" His voice trembled a little, and his eyes were full of surprise and disbelief. This butterfly hairpin meant a lot to him, and he could recognize it at a glance. This unique hairpin in the world was designed by him personally, just to give it to his beloved.

"Butterfly hairpin? I had it when I was a child." She answered blankly. She had no idea where this hairpin came from. She tried to recall the past, but could not find any memory related to it. This hairpin was like a mystery that troubled her.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? I like it very much." She gently stroked the hairpin, feeling the delicate lines and warm luster on it. Although she didn't remember when she had this hairpin, an inexplicable sense of intimacy surged in her heart. Perhaps, as her father said, this hairpin was her guardian, silently accompanying her as she grew up.

In this quiet night, they immersed themselves in each other's thoughts, trying to solve the mystery. And the butterfly hairpin became the bond between their past and present, witnessing a forgotten past gradually surfacing...

"My mother said that when I was a child, I treasured this hairpin so much that I even got into a conflict with a classmate over it and was pushed to the ground, causing a head injury." Recalling this past event, she firmly believed that this must have been a precious gift given to her by her best friend, otherwise why would she be so obsessed with a hairpin and have a dispute with others over it?

Occasionally, she would wonder who in her life had given her this hairpin, and whether they were separated for some reason. However, this was only a fantasy, and it was only imagination.

"My father said it was my lucky charm." She still remembers clearly that when she was a child, she often sat in a daze with the hairpin in her hand for a long time, concentrating on counting the diamonds on it. Until one day, her father told her that this hairpin was her lucky charm and could bring her endless happiness.

"Do you really not remember anything?" At the beach, the clear and pleasant voice seemed to echo in my ears again: "Brother Jinchuan!" The girl's eyes full of expectation and trust appeared in front of me. She had promised me so firmly that she was willing to be his bride and wait for his return. However, now all this has disappeared like a bubble. Those vows and those beautiful promises, has she forgotten them all?

"Remember what? What's wrong with you?" Looking at the confused woman in front of him, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Has she really forgotten their past? Why does she look so strange, as if he is just a stranger? His eyes were red and tears were rolling in his eyes, and the butterfly hairpin tightly held in his hand seemed to be silently telling about that forgotten time.

"It's okay." He gritted his teeth, resisted the pain in his heart, and slowly put down the butterfly hairpin in his hand. He would rather believe that what he saw and heard at the moment was an illusion, and that he would rather never see those memories, never see her who made him miss so much. Then, he staggered and turned away, his back looking extremely lonely.

This must be a mistake, this must be a mistake, it's impossible.

She is Shen Wanning, she is Shen Wanning... No, she is not Shen Wanning! Impossible, this is impossible! She is not her, not her, she must not be her. She will definitely not be the sunny Shen Wanning in his heart. He can't accept this fact, can't believe that she will become so cold and heartless. How can she so easily forget the ups and downs they have experienced together and the promises they once made?

He kept telling himself that Shen Wanning, whom he missed deeply and whom he loved with all his heart, would never be so cruel and heartless. She would not forget their past, nor would she betray their promise.

Had she really forgotten him completely? All the little things they had known each other for a long time had vanished into thin air in her heart? He dared not imagine, nor could he accept such an ending. His heart ached as if it had been torn apart, and he was enveloped in endless sorrow, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Hey, Lu Jinchuan." Shen Wanning called out, but there was no response. She couldn't help wondering, did he recognize this hairpin? With such doubts, Shen Wanning carefully picked up the hairpin and stared at it, tears gradually moistened her eyes. Her father once told her that this hairpin was her guardian and represented a special existence. She gently put the hairpin back into the box, as if protecting a precious memory.

He was extremely anxious and immediately called He Ningqin, not caring that it was already late at night. "Secretary He, I need all the information about Shen Wanning, the sooner the better!" His voice was filled with urgency and determination.

The butterfly hairpin was like a key that opened the door to the past they had experienced together. Every detail was clearly visible and deeply imprinted in his heart. Back then, he specially customized this hairpin for Shen Wanning, but at that time, one of them was facing the fate of moving, and the other was about to embark on a journey far away. Are they destined to be separated?

Shen Wanning, what on earth did she go through? Why did she hit her head? Why didn't she remember him? She seemed to have lost some of her memories and knew nothing about the past. These mysteries weighed on Lu Jinchuan's heart like a heavy stone, making him eager to find the answers.

The car sped along the road with the roar of the engine, as if symbolizing Lu Jinchuan's inner anxiety and desire. He was determined to uncover the mystery and find out the truth behind this forgotten past.

He left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to say goodbye to me, and I didn't have time to say thank you and good night to him. Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the ground through the window, like a layer of silver yarn, soft and peaceful.

In the corner, there was a thin figure, afraid of the darkness, afraid of not being able to see him. At this moment, Shen Wanning's heart was filled with endless thoughts and memories.

We once spent countless happy times together, laughing and worrying. However, now I am alone, silently enduring loneliness and loss.

I still have expectations in my heart, expecting Chu Haoyang to suddenly appear. This is not the first time he has broken his promise, and every time I wait, I feel discouraged. I don’t understand why he always makes me wait, why he always gives me hope and then disappoints me? Is there really no place for me in his heart?

Whenever I think of you, my heart aches. Those beautiful memories come flooding back to my mind, but your promises seem as fragile as bubbles. I don't know how long I have to wait, and this endless waiting makes me feel tired and helpless.

Tears rolled in my eyes, and there was a hint of saltiness when they slid down my cheeks. It felt like my heart was torn apart, painful and helpless.