Light and Dust Spread Across Qifeng Lane

[INFP Cancer female/ISTJ Virgo male] That midsummer, Qifeng Lane. I remember how sweet the rumors in Qifeng Lane were, "Xiaoxi and Yichen are getting married this year!" "A talented man and a beautiful girl, they are the perfect match for each other, what a perfect match!" "The two families are next to each other, how close they are, how nice it is!" I remember the first time we celebrated the New Year together and set off fireworks. He was more brilliant than the fireworks in front of me. I remember that Valentine's Day, I remember that birthday, I remember him running towards me from the cold wind and hugging me tightly. I remember that in that seaside town, on that cold winter night, he said he wanted to have a home with me. I even remember the night when he broke up with me. In front of his good brothers, he gave accurate "user feedback": "I first liked you because I thought you were a lively and cheerful person" and "Our two personalities are too similar. Our personalities are conflicting and inappropriate. We can't get along." "Do you know what my mother said about you? My mother said that you are arrogant and like you are begging for everything. My sisters also said that you are cold and cold. You have left such a bad impression on my family." Seven days after the dramatic breakup, he went on a blind date with someone new, and the blind date was my colleague. One night two months later, I stood on the balcony and witnessed him bringing his new love home. Through the glass window of his house, I saw their silhouettes. Their laughter penetrated my heart. It rained all night, and my heart was also raining. At the book signing party, I touched the gilded "Qifeng Lane" on the cover and wrote on the title page of the book: When I write ruins into poems, I become my own haven.