*Only the first person of the copywriting
Rational investors attack X emotional dessert chef
Recently, many people on the Internet use Mambo voices to tell their emotional stories. On a whim, I followed suit and told some trivial things about the time when I shared a house with my ex.
How to grab a bowl of instant noodles, how to keep each other warm on winter nights, how to clumsily celebrate every shabby but serious anniversary...
Unexpectedly, this audio clip went viral and was updated by countless people, saying they saw the most primitive form of love.
Now, I have my own small business and live a calm life. I heard that he is developing very well. We are like two parallel lines, each living well. I can't remember his appearance for a long time.
Until the wind chime at the door suddenly rang.
In the surveillance camera, the person I thought I would never see alone again was standing in front of the store.
I opened the door for him.
He walked in with the cool air from outside the house. His appearance didn't change much, and the aura around him became much calmer.
I looked at him without speaking, not knowing what to say.
He didn't say anything, he just looked at my small dessert shop, which was very warmly decorated, with his eyes, which were so complicated that I couldn't understand them.
Also, I never understood him.
"I heard the story you told." He finally spoke, his voice deeper than I remembered.
My heart skipped a beat, thinking that he was here to ask questions.
He continued, "But you're wrong about one thing."
I was stunned.
"The little cake I bought you for your birthday that year," he looked at me, his eyes so calm that no waves could be seen. "It wasn't strawberry. It was chocolate, because I knew you were inexplicably obsessed with that slightly bitter taste."
Following his words, the dusty memory box was pried open with a "snap", and the light, smell and temperature in the small rental house rushed to his face instantly.
He took a step forward, so close that I could clearly see myself in his eyes.
"So," he paused, with a tenderness that could not be denied, "you can't tell this story by yourself."
"Then... What should we do?"
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, it was a long-lost smile with a hint of cunning.
"Of course I have to get involved. Start by correcting this small taste, and continue to write our story..."
This time, our reunion is not to reminisce about the past, but to give each other a new start.
·The text is not in the first person
·The literature of broken mirror and reunion
·There will be a bl sub-CP in the article, which is written to advance the story and is not the focus.
·Reject all extreme people to watch
Intention: People who should not be separated will eventually meet again.
