Front row demining! A must see!
1. Pure BE without reversal! The male protagonist died in the end and was neither reborn nor resurrected. The female protagonist finally got married to the second male protagonist. Baozi, who couldn't accept the end of the relationship, had no time to run away now!
2. A slow-burning flow of details, no bloody misunderstandings, no vicious female co-stars, all mistakes are due to love and restraint, focusing on the little thoughts of secret love and fatalistic regrets, please be careful if you like fast-paced and strong plots.
3. The heroine has a complete growth line and is not a love brain. She finally reconciled with her youth and chose a stable life. If you mind, don't come.
4. The content related to the battlefield is only the background of the characters and has no realistic reflection. The core is always the regret of the two people.
When he was ten years old, he stayed at my house. My parents go on business trips all year round, and I am the only one in this big house. He has been cooking for me for half a year.
At that time, I was holding the bowl and thinking that I would marry someone who would cook for me.
At the opening ceremony of the first year of high school, I saw him on the podium. Borrowing school uniforms, playing badminton, meeting in the hospital, saying hello through the window, taking photos at sports events, visiting temple fairs together
At the age of twenty-two, I was defrauded of all my savings by a rogue landlord. I dragged my suitcase and stood on the side of the road crying. It was him who drove to pick me up, opened the door of his house and said, "Come in, I'm here."
During the six months we lived together, no matter how late he worked overtime, he would leave a light in the hallway for me, pack away my unpacked painting tools, and help me dry my hair.
I had a fever and told him nonsense. He stayed with me all night, but the next day he smiled and said, "You're confused because of the fever."
Then I moved and he disappeared.
I logged out of WeChat and my mobile phone number was empty, as if it had never appeared in my life.
My intention to see him again was five years later, a week before my wedding.
In the storage room of the old house, I dug out the doll covered with dust. Five years later, it has long since run out of power and can no longer sing the song "Little Star".
I looked for a screwdriver to change the battery. The moment I unscrewed the back cover, I froze in place.
There is no battery slot inside.
There is only one key and a letter that has been sealed for five years.
In the letter, he said that from the time he beat him at badminton, from the time he took a photo, from the time he was in the hospital,
He may have liked me since the temple fair, or even a long time ago.
In the letter, he said that he was a coward and did not dare to drag me into his troubled life when he was alive, so he could only confess to me in this way.
In the letter, he said that he had left me a house, which contained every autographed book mentioned in my circle of friends, the white roses he had not given away, and the battlefield diary he had written for three years, including the end of each article.
On the wedding day, a light cyan dragonfly landed on my veil.
I suddenly remembered the summer when I was fifteen years old, when he squatted next to me, pointed at the dragonfly in my hair and said to me: "If I'm not here in the future, it will come to see you for me."
It accompanied me throughout the entire red carpet.
It wasn't until my dad put my hand in Jin Nanxi's that it flapped its wings and flew into the sun, never to come back again.
Later, I lived a good life, with a stable home and people who loved me.
I still think of that summer when I occasionally see dragonflies flying in the sky.
That young man stayed in the wind and sand of a foreign country forever and never came back.
Intention: Love is not possession, it is the perfection of restraint. Perfection is not the absence of regrets, but reconciliation with regrets.
