Mistweaver

[Broken mirror is hard to make up + youth pain + rainy season literature + seven-year itch + emotional numbness + avoidant attachment] Song Yi This is not a simple love story, but a long rainy season about youth, forgetfulness and self-weaving. In the humid south of Guangdong, the shades of trees on Wutong Avenue interweave into green tents of youth. Song Yi and Shen Que, from school to society, spent seven years writing a love model that everyone admired. However, in the seventh year, the vows faded and the love became a mystery. His words "I don't love you anymore" easily overturned their carefully constructed world. Song Yi's attempt to stay was humble, paranoid, and even used hurting himself as a bargaining chip. She was provocative in the KTV wearing a red dress, slitting her wrists with broken glass, trying to catch the last breath of dissipated love. She thought it was unwillingness, reluctance, and madness. And Shen Que's departure was decisive and cold, leaving no room for anything. Block all contact information and remove all common items. He seems to be the perfidious one in the relationship who lets go first and gets bored first. Until a diagnosis quietly revealed the truth: severe emotional numbness and avoidant personality disorder. It turns out that some "dislikes" are lies of illness. Some "pushing away" is the self-destructive protection of deep love to the extreme. So their stories unfolded in an intertwined way. On one side, after the breakup, Song Yi wore his old school uniform and walked back to Wutong Avenue. In the familiar fruit tea shop and in countless midnight dreams, he chewed on the sweetness and sharp pain of the past, trying to grasp the entity of memory. On the other side, there is Shen Que's drinking to drown his sorrows in front of his brothers, and the unspeakable causes and deep feelings he swallows alone. Their love is like a thick fog. When they were in it, they couldn't clearly see each other's true feelings; after the fog cleared, they found that they had already separated in confusion, and only regret was left to watch quietly in the time. As Song Yi quoted Zhang Ailing: "I have thought that if I have to leave you, I will not commit suicide, and I will no longer be able to love others. I will just wither." "You can no longer truly believe that someone can stop the entire rainy season for you."