Love in Sofia

Love is a gentle poem in time When the first ray of light in the morning flooded through the curtains, he was tiptoeing to put slices in the bread machine. The soft sound of metal collision mixed with the hum of the coffee machine was very similar to the day they first met - she ran into his arms at the corner of the office building holding a stack of documents, and the coffee splashed on his white shirt, creating a light brown cloud. He smiled and said "It doesn't matter", but his fingertips quietly picked up the pen that fell on the draft paper for her. The days that followed were like being rubbed into honey. He remembered that she was afraid of the dark and would always turn the nightlight in her bedroom to the warmest brightness before going to bed; she remembered that he had a bad stomach and would always chop yam into small pieces when making soup and boil it into thick white porridge. On rainy days, they huddled under the eaves of a convenience store and ate oden, watching the rainwater flowing down the glass into blurry paintings; they would also share the same old book on the sofa on weekend afternoons, with the sun shining through the screen window on her hair. He suddenly felt that the so-called "quiet years" are probably moments like this - there is no need to deliberately say "I love you", a look in the eye and a tacit understanding of handing water are enough to fill the entire spring. The most beautiful thing about love may not be the vigorous vows of eternal love, but the "I understand you" in ordinary days. When the passion fades and life is filled with daily necessities, he will still leave a light on when she works overtime at night, and she will still gently rub his shoulders when he is tired. Just like the old song goes: "The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old slowly with you." And they are walking on this gentle road, and every step is filled with the determination of "I will have you for the rest of my life."

In one sentence, it made me want to fall in love. I love all the characters here. I like the male protagonist and bring in the female protagonist. If it is made into a TV series, what comes to my mind is "Can't Hide Secretly". This is definitely a companion piece, but a completely different experience. It looks good, looks good, looks good. Our youth is similar, but each has its own differences.

The initial love of youthful ignorance, pure feelings, and warm care are mixed with the white snow and cold wind in Harbin winter. . . Hope it's a good result.

I like to read about young love that goes both ways.

The work is like a glass of warm peach sparkling water, without the bitterness of bloody misunderstanding, only the sweetness of running in both directions.