Jiang Hao

The struggle in Jiang Hao's body was so impressive that he even used him to construct other characters in his works.

Of course, the characters I created must be happier than Jiang Hao, but certainly not as exciting as Jiang Hao himself.

Jiang Hao made me feel unbearable, and I was indescribably moved when I first heard it.

But what really impressed me was the second half of the story.All of Jiang Hao's struggles and selfishness made him vivid, flesh and blood, and he no longer looked like a one-sided character, but more like a living, torn, struggling, and painful person.

I admire Cai Xia.

I think, facing Sun Yikun, Cai Xia must have felt something in his heart, he could feel that his mind was absent.So he was sensitive, and when something happened to the two of them, he wanted to make sure if there was someone else by Sun Yikun's side.Maybe many of his behaviors will appear to be self-defeating in a story, but in real life, whose feelings can be perfect without any compromise?

Cai Xia finally said to Sun Yikun, I hate you.

When Sun Yikun told me this detail, I was not surprised.I think that Sun Yikun himself is not surprised.

As for Sun Yikun.

He is not as unbearable as what I wrote, after all, a living person always has countless faces.These faces make up a person, and the story can only simply express a certain part of a character.

But... If it is true that the prodigal son turns back, I don't believe it in Sun Yikun's body.

Therefore, there is no reunion between him and Cai Xia.

Sun Yikun himself resisted the "broken mirror" in the past, and there is no possibility of "reunion".

I remember very clearly.

When Sun Yikun talked to me in 16, he said calmly, I still remember Cai Xia telling me at the end, I hate you.

After I heard this sentence, I didn't say anything for a long time.Across the Internet, I'm not sure if I understand Sun Yikun's mood, or, I don't think he fully understands it himself, let alone me.

Counseling... After a long time, I said this word.

You're right, he replied with a smile.

At first, I didn't say the word 'counseling'.

Before Sun Yikun went abroad, I once sat down with him for a drink as a way of seeing him off.He mentioned that most of the college students have become very mediocre people, and some may have done well, but all of them have one thing in common, cowardice.

I didn't answer the call at the time.I don't like map guns, and I instinctively reject the act of labeling a class of people.

Afterwards, quiet down.I thought about it carefully, and what I said was not unreasonable.Growing up in the environment, I know where the bottom line is, and I am used to seeking the so-called self in a captive environment. If the bottom line is not touched, many behaviors can only be described as cowardly.

This point is obvious in Sun Yikun... Maybe, I am the same.

Sun Yikun can only be regarded as the most unknown among the high school students.My so-called obscurity simply refers to the scrutiny from the social level or the eyes of the public.In my heart, Sun Yikun carries a lot of things that I want to express from this story.

He may not be typical, but he is distinct.At this point, writing stories is enough.He may be considered a scumbag, he may be considered a coward who has no responsibility, he may even be considered a bastard who is not suitable for his birth environment...but to me, he is just Sun Yikun, the one who grew up with me It's just Sun Yikun who was in college, skipping classes together and doing mischief together.

When I first wrote this story, I chose to use No.1, more because of my own empathy for Sun Yikun.

The environment is similar, and he and I must have many similarities.

Because of this, this story is called No.1, and it can only be called No.1.

For myself, it's just right.

When we met in 15, Sun Yikun asked me how my story was going.I said I wrote some, but I didn't write any more because there were too many things to do.

He smiled and said nothing, as if he was dissatisfied with my behavior of dying without a disease.

When I met him that time, I thought he was doing well.

Time makes everything better. After all, life is only a few decades, and those unforgettable loves must exist, but in the world of ordinary people, it is difficult to have.I've always understood this, but couldn't help but sigh.I think I still hope to hear him say that he never forgets Jiang Hao, and blames himself for Cai Xia...but he didn't take the initiative to talk about these things.

I'm not disappointed in him...just, sigh.Lamenting the changes that time has made to the world.

After 16 years of talking, I suddenly felt that I should finish writing this story.

Sun Yikun is much more mature than before he went abroad, maybe now he will handle the things that happened back then better.

But the past is his trajectory, and this story should be a commemoration of that time.

His immature or selfish behavior caused harm to himself and to others.

But I think everyone in this story must have learned something from this experience.They are all smart people, and they are all people who keep making their lives better...

Thinking of this, my heart is full of warmth...

I hope that in a few years, decades... Sun Yikun can sit down with me for a drink, and then tell me with a smile that everyone is doing well.

Life is so complicated, but it's also so...simple.

The 'Sun Yikun' in my heart remains in this story.Good.

As for the 'Jiang Hao' in 'Sun Yikun''s heart, let's keep it in his heart.Also... pretty good.

When I started writing this story again, I accidentally discovered that 'Sun Yikun' had posted a circle of friends in October 14 - a very simple picture.

The picture reads:

Dear Past,

Thank you for all the lessons.

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Dear Future,

I am ready.

There was a separator between the two sentences... I knew it meant to him that something was lost, something was made clearer.

therefore,

It's good that this story ends here.

In the end, I also felt... good because I finished the story.

Hope everything goes well for 'Sun Yikun' on the other side of the ocean.