It was like having a dream that was too addictive.
She used to be as young as water, with a scholarly body, with downcast eyes and a restrained smile.
At the best age, I met a person who was the most tempting. The intersection started from the lost books. I got acquainted with him.
He loves to twirl a strand of hair from a young girl's shoulders quietly, watching her concentrate on reading, writing, and never letting go; she folds a white pear on a spring night, and pins it carefully to his lapel.
However, fate has limited tolerance and hides its edge, telling them: not worthy.
This unworthiness has already been hinted at, sometimes hidden in the corner of her pale navy blue dress, and sometimes flashed through his bright eyes when he was talking about state affairs.
The innocence of youth is always endearing, even to his relatives.
The big man who often appeared in the news patiently waited for them to gradually face the truth of life, the gap between identities, and recover from the hot and sweet impulse...
Until one day, suddenly woke up.
After waking up, the long hair fell to the ground, and the pear blossoms turned into mud. From now on, the south and the north are separated by the end of the world.
He faded away from his student spirit, put on the mask praised by everyone, and went smoothly in his official career, step by step; she hid all the past, hid the delicate tenderness of a girl, and lived a new life.
More than 20 springs and autumns have passed, and the two hearts have gone through the world and the dust, and they are confident that the past has long been forgotten.
She was proud and indifferent, but strongly opposed her daughter staying in that city; he was deep and tactful, but his heart trembled because of a smile similar to hers.
Light a cigarette and sit until dawn.
When the morning sun slowly climbed from the paper file by the table to the yellowed group photo in the glass bookshelf, he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, got up and left without looking back.
It took me half my life to understand that the fate of people is limited.
Some people, are exhausted.
The author has something to say:
Let's end this book with the story of Lin Su's mother.
I know that everyone has a lot of opinions on the role of Lin Mu, and some friends have guessed about Lin Su's life experience. I hope this final episode can give you more information.
I was actually very guilty during the writing process of this book. I was stuck for a long time, and the more I got stuck, the more I didn’t have the courage to continue to update it. Now that I have entered the society from school, I finally decided to fill in the holes no matter what, without regrets.
I really didn't expect that there are still friends who are chasing this book. Thank you very much, and also my friends who supported me in the past. I hope to see you in the comment section of the new book in the future.
I plan to save the manuscript for the next book. I may overhaul "How Not to Be Heartbroken" and republish it, or I may open a new hole and write a new story.
Finally, thank you again, thank you, thank you.
She used to be as young as water, with a scholarly body, with downcast eyes and a restrained smile.
At the best age, I met a person who was the most tempting. The intersection started from the lost books. I got acquainted with him.
He loves to twirl a strand of hair from a young girl's shoulders quietly, watching her concentrate on reading, writing, and never letting go; she folds a white pear on a spring night, and pins it carefully to his lapel.
However, fate has limited tolerance and hides its edge, telling them: not worthy.
This unworthiness has already been hinted at, sometimes hidden in the corner of her pale navy blue dress, and sometimes flashed through his bright eyes when he was talking about state affairs.
The innocence of youth is always endearing, even to his relatives.
The big man who often appeared in the news patiently waited for them to gradually face the truth of life, the gap between identities, and recover from the hot and sweet impulse...
Until one day, suddenly woke up.
After waking up, the long hair fell to the ground, and the pear blossoms turned into mud. From now on, the south and the north are separated by the end of the world.
He faded away from his student spirit, put on the mask praised by everyone, and went smoothly in his official career, step by step; she hid all the past, hid the delicate tenderness of a girl, and lived a new life.
More than 20 springs and autumns have passed, and the two hearts have gone through the world and the dust, and they are confident that the past has long been forgotten.
She was proud and indifferent, but strongly opposed her daughter staying in that city; he was deep and tactful, but his heart trembled because of a smile similar to hers.
Light a cigarette and sit until dawn.
When the morning sun slowly climbed from the paper file by the table to the yellowed group photo in the glass bookshelf, he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, got up and left without looking back.
It took me half my life to understand that the fate of people is limited.
Some people, are exhausted.
The author has something to say:
Let's end this book with the story of Lin Su's mother.
I know that everyone has a lot of opinions on the role of Lin Mu, and some friends have guessed about Lin Su's life experience. I hope this final episode can give you more information.
I was actually very guilty during the writing process of this book. I was stuck for a long time, and the more I got stuck, the more I didn’t have the courage to continue to update it. Now that I have entered the society from school, I finally decided to fill in the holes no matter what, without regrets.
I really didn't expect that there are still friends who are chasing this book. Thank you very much, and also my friends who supported me in the past. I hope to see you in the comment section of the new book in the future.
I plan to save the manuscript for the next book. I may overhaul "How Not to Be Heartbroken" and republish it, or I may open a new hole and write a new story.
Finally, thank you again, thank you, thank you.
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