Love Letter (starring Takashi Kashiwahara and Miho Nakayama)

Hiroko was deeply saddened by the accidental death of her fiancé, Fujii, while mountaineering two years ago. She originally planned to send a letter of greetings to the place where Fujii once lived, but had no intention of replying because the letter was intended to be sent to Fujii in heaven. The content of the letter is, "How are you?" I am very good. Although it is very brief, it is often meaningful. It proves that you still care about the other person, as if this person has never left. But what Hiroko didn't expect was that someone actually replied, which caused a small ripple in Hiroko's heart. He wondered what kind of person the other person was, and felt an unbridled excitement that he had not seen for a long time. With longing for Fujii and romantic feelings in her heart, she and Qiuye came to the place where her fiancé Fujii once lived. She wanted to know what all this was about? When they arrived at their destination, they also found the home named Fujii Tree, but missed the meeting because Fujii Tree happened to go to the hospital. Not only that, but also learned that Fujii Tree might look exactly like Hiroko. When Hiroko looked at Fujii's photos, he saw that one of the girls looked very much like her, and wondered if he should look for a girlfriend based on his first love's appearance? Will I just be that girl's foil or substitute? With this question in mind, Hiroko continued to communicate with Fujii, who looked the same, through letters, trying to find out what kind of person this deceased fiancé was in the past years, and Fujii began to recall memories that he could not remember for some reason, but was buried deep in his heart. I remembered that when I was running for the librarianship, everyone voted for Fujii, but I felt like crying out of embarrassment. At this time, the girl Fujii was glanced at by a boy, and she burst into tears. As a boy, he also fought for her. This was more like defending for love and defending that already weak heart. I remembered that the boy Fujii always likes to borrow some unborrowed books in the library and write his own name on them. This makes the girl Fujii not sure why, but in fact, the name is not only his, but also hers. I remembered that when the wrong test paper was issued, Fujii, a boy, just silently drew on the back of the test paper the scene of Miko Miyazaki, a popular female star at the time, taking off her jeans in an advertisement. And that last encounter, the boy Fujii Shu handed her In Search of Lost Time, hoping that she would have a chance to read it and let her know his feelings for him, but at that time she was not able to read the book well. At the end of the book, I also saw the sketch card drawn by the boy Fujii in the book for her. To me, this sketch is more like a love letter without words. It's just that this love letter was late, but even so, the girl Fujii still showed a very happy expression. It can really be regarded as reminiscing about the past. These pictures are warm and pure, leaving people speechless and nostalgic. People with the same names have some kind of similar direction, invisible involvement, and invisible entanglement. As for whether Fujii, a girl, had ever loved Fujii, who was a boy, maybe she had, but she was often at the center of the storm at that time and didn't dare to express it. Maybe not, it was just an ordinary classmate's love. Love is inherently very subtle, and who can explain it clearly? This is a story about a boy's first love, which settles our hearts over and over again, eventually becoming transparent and clear. When Hiroko learned all this, he cried to the mountain where Fujii's tree had passed away, still saying the same sentence in the letter: "How are you?" I'm fine. If saying this at first was an emotion that couldn't be released, but saying it to the mountain this time was a kind of relief. The hard-as-ice emotion gradually melted away, and Hiroko also understood that he could also get over Fujii's death and love Qiuye who worked hard to accompany him to heal. Love is not a strong feast, but a delicate expression of all the tenderness in the heart.

This is a romantic, wonderful and heart-warming story. What a wonderful fate. I had a lot to say, but I was so pretentious in front of the story. I don't know what to say, I only know that a person must have several that person in his life, Fujii tree's Fujii tree, Fujii tree's Hiroko, Hiroko's Akiye, Akiye's Hiroko... This is not cinnabar mole and mosquito blood, not rice grains and white moonlight, both are cinnabar mole, both are white moonlight, both are the blood of the heart. The two people who were loved before and after both responded to their love in the same way, either enthusiastically or openly, or withholding it without knowing it. In the end, they were not jealous of each other, who owned his past and who owned his present life. We also love each other, this is a complete life for him

Everyone I liked later looked like you, but they were not you.

The calmness in the story Impressed me quietly All kinds of beauty Ashu Hiroko Akiba Grandpa... "Do you believe in love at first sight?" "I believed it before, but now..." I believe in sincere and precious love (I don't know how many people, like me, were shocked to the point of feeling heartbroken and crying when my grandfather carried "me" on his back in the heavy snow and stubbornly ran to the hospital.) The little blessings of life are as beautiful as the sun in winter, so warm

Fujii fell in love with a girl with the same name as him, but did not take the initiative to confess his love. Instead, he paid attention to her secretly, and secretly drew her portrait and gave it to her, but she did not notice at all (she did not discover everything about that year until more than ten years later); Love is really unfair. The person you are pursuing may not care about you, or maybe you are just a substitute for someone... Take the initiative when you meet someone you like! Even if you are rejected, you will not have any greater regrets!

Hello, it's raining. --7.14 Painting, I just want to give it to you --5.19. Hello, bye. Be happy if possible, do whatever it takes. --7.30

I thought the only person who was infatuated was Ashu's Hiroko who wrote to her. What kind of deep emotions must be written to the people who have passed away to vent them. It turns out there is Ashu. She can recall so many episodes and never forget them. In the end, it turns out that Ashu is the most innocent one. Just like many ignorant teenagers, just like me, I clearly love deeply, clearly write and draw with great care, but still hide it silently deep in my heart. This is the most innocent love. "Fujii tree: How are you? I am fine. Hiroko Watanabe Falling flowers cannot be cherished, and flowing water has no meaning. The most beautiful love, to be continued in the memories. 2019.3.5

Personally, it is healing and sad when I read it. In the story, the memories of youth are very beautiful, but in the end, they can only be recalled. Whether it is Watanabe Hiroko's memory of his deceased lover, or the female Fujii tree's memories of the male Fujii tree, the reader feels a little sad (maybe because the person has passed away). If the male Fujii tree had not encountered an accident, then we don't know that those good times may have been sealed in the dust, and the male Fujii tree may have always been with him. Treat Hiroko Watanabe kindly to the persistence of the female Fujii tree, or tell Hiroko Watanabe about her persistence and return to those lost years (the possibility is small, but I prefer it). Either way, I feel a little regretful, but fortunately, in the middle of the story Both the haziness of youth and the memories of the future have a healing effect. On the other hand, there may be a reason behind the original beauty (for Hiroko Watanabe). The sadness of youth is finally stopped because of the departure of one person!

Can anyone share the txt file? I don't have money to buy the book (><)

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