Warm Marriage in the Eighties: Reborn, I Married My Desk Mate

After reading the previous chapters, I suddenly remembered a sentence: "You can't meet someone who is too amazing when you are young, otherwise the rest of your life will be a long process of paying off debts." The most touching part of this story may be the "difficulty of letting go" that is engraved in the bones - not a dramatic separation of life and death, but a boy born in the 1980s who dropped out of school to work due to a sudden change in family circumstances, and did not even have time to say "goodbye". When they reunited twenty years later, she was already a wife and mother, and he dared to express his love that he had hidden for half his life. I know it's too late, I know it's hopeless, but I just want peace of mind. This "belated confession" is more uncomfortable than any heart-wrenching cry. And rebirth is to give this difficult feeling an outlet. Back to the sophomore class in high school, back to the summer when she was her deskmate. This time, "No longer silent and cowardly" - eight words, which are the courage gained with twenty years of regret in the previous life. From the innocent deskmate to the sweet lover, from the school uniform to the wedding dress, give her back the twenty years that were overdue. The most wonderful part of this story is: "The love I dared not say in my previous life is sincere in this life; the fate I missed in my previous life is held tightly in this life." This contrast is too tense. As frustrating as the "dare not say" in the previous life was, how happy the "blatant preference" is in this life. And the setting of "from school uniform to wedding dress" is very exciting - it is the simplest and most luxurious dream of the generation born in the 1980s. Anyone who has experienced that era knows that in the summer when you were wearing school uniforms, the fan was whirring overhead, and you secretly glanced at the side face of your deskmate. That kind of excitement will never be forgotten in your life. If I have to pick a thorn, I am a little curious: after rebirth, is Li Yanzhou a middle-aged soul with memories of twenty years of vicissitudes, or has he completely transformed back into the seventeen-year-old boy? If it was the former, would there be something flashing across his eyes that she couldn't understand occasionally? In that kind of "lost and found" treasure, is there a little bit of "lost before" hidden in the fear? If these subtle layers can be written out, they will add a layer of texture and thickness to the sweet pet. Looking forward to the development of subsequent plots!