Hello! Our Story
by Miao Xiaojun
About This Novel
It is like a time machine, carrying us freely to and from the years that we will never repeat again, shouting loudly to the past: Hello, our story! In many stories, I see your shadow, your memories, your little details, your little emotions. I also see her shadow, her memories, her little details, her little emotions, mine, and ours. The days are passing by, all the time is dimming little by little, and only the stories of youth are left. Some people come and go; some things are said but forgotten; some things are done and then forgotten. In the vast sea of people, whether we are returning or passing by, please remember that we have met before, we have really met.
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Official(31)Scraped 11d ago
I will also make origami cranes
At dawn, I suddenly thought of you again. Under the Chaotianmen Bridge, gentle and messy lights were reflected. I turned around and looked at the dimly lit staircase, but I still didn't wait for you to appear. I still remember that on a rainy day in November of that year, you secretly ran out of home to pick me up, holding a cup of cool milk tea and a blue umbrella. I shook my eyes and saw that there was no trace of rain on it. However, the corners of your clothes and trousers were almost full of water, and no part of them was dry. You carefully handed me the milk tea, turned around and opened the umbrella immediately. I held the milk tea tightly in my hand and quietly looked at you through the umbrella handle. I said: Why did you come here without opening an umbrella? You said: If you drink it slower, the milk tea will get colder. It is already cold today, and if you drink it colder, your stomach will feel uncomfortable again. I reached into his down jacket and touched it, only to find that the inside was also soaked. I asked him: Is it cold? He smiled and said: It's not cold, it's still very hot! That night, my heart was touched even more than before. Although the milk tea was still cold, he never left. It's been three years since he left. The tea is cold when people leave, but the tea here is hotter than that time.
Xi Murong once said, "The most gentle thing is the gentleness of bowing the head, just like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze."--To our youth that is about to pass away. Treasure!
Very nice, very nice. However, the endings are very sad.
Missing it may be what youth should be like! The author's writing is great. Although it is sad, it is not artificial and very real.
I've finished watching them all, it's very interesting.
It's so good, why so few people watch it?
Very nice book.
Yes, a touch of sadness in youth.
How much did we miss when we were young?
It's so beautiful that I can't help but cry when I watch it. Well, it's a bit sentimental. When they are young, everyone will experience something that is unforgettable, and it is buried deep in their hearts. One day, some familiar things will bring back memories, and I will be filled with emotion, laughter or tears, which will be revealed unexpectedly...
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Official(31)Scraped 11d ago
I will also make origami cranes
At dawn, I suddenly thought of you again. Under the Chaotianmen Bridge, gentle and messy lights were reflected. I turned around and looked at the dimly lit staircase, but I still didn't wait for you to appear. I still remember that on a rainy day in November of that year, you secretly ran out of home to pick me up, holding a cup of cool milk tea and a blue umbrella. I shook my eyes and saw that there was no trace of rain on it. However, the corners of your clothes and trousers were almost full of water, and no part of them was dry. You carefully handed me the milk tea, turned around and opened the umbrella immediately. I held the milk tea tightly in my hand and quietly looked at you through the umbrella handle. I said: Why did you come here without opening an umbrella? You said: If you drink it slower, the milk tea will get colder. It is already cold today, and if you drink it colder, your stomach will feel uncomfortable again. I reached into his down jacket and touched it, only to find that the inside was also soaked. I asked him: Is it cold? He smiled and said: It's not cold, it's still very hot! That night, my heart was touched even more than before. Although the milk tea was still cold, he never left. It's been three years since he left. The tea is cold when people leave, but the tea here is hotter than that time.
Xi Murong once said, "The most gentle thing is the gentleness of bowing the head, just like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze."--To our youth that is about to pass away. Treasure!
Very nice, very nice. However, the endings are very sad.
Missing it may be what youth should be like! The author's writing is great. Although it is sad, it is not artificial and very real.
I've finished watching them all, it's very interesting.
It's so good, why so few people watch it?
Very nice book.
Yes, a touch of sadness in youth.
How much did we miss when we were young?
It's so beautiful that I can't help but cry when I watch it. Well, it's a bit sentimental. When they are young, everyone will experience something that is unforgettable, and it is buried deep in their hearts. One day, some familiar things will bring back memories, and I will be filled with emotion, laughter or tears, which will be revealed unexpectedly...
