Love is the opium of the spirit, and I am a drunken, ignorant believer.
Life is dark and gloomy.
The wave of twenty-one years passed by quietly, and I met He Xi in this year. She said loudly: "There is nothing to be finished in the life of twenty-one years old."
He Xi's soul is floating like a cloud, but she has roots, unlike me who is a duckweed on the water.
I still wanted to drag her back from the clouds.
I think the simplest thing is to love, to die and rebuild again.
What He Xi thought was the simplest thing turned out to be an unfathomable life issue.
Until the end, we were unable to find our own answers.
She stood in the oasis and became a mirage on the road of my life.
Food guide:
*Short story, ending be, personal diary of style and style. More depressing throughout
*First person, downward perspective
*Nine years difference in age, gentle emergency doctor x gloomy alcoholic (former novelist)
Intention: Dare to resist fate
