Atypical family story
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Copywriting 1:
There is an encrypted photo album in Shu Hen's phone, and the password is Liang Cheyan's birthday.
There is only one photo in it: sixteen-year-old Liang Cheyan sleeping on her desk, the sun falling on her eyelashes like a handful of gold.
That was taken secretly by him.
Later, Liang Chayan found out and asked him with a red face when he took the photo.
He locked the screen and said calmly: "Forgot."
But that night, he wrote in a memo:
"She asked me today, but I didn't dare to say it. It was the first time I saw you smile."
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Copywriting two:
On Liang Cheyan's twentieth birthday, Shu Hen gave her a glass jar.
It is filled with folded stars, colorful ones.
She laughed at him: "Shu Hen, can you still fold this?"
He was annoyed: "I bought it in the store."
Later, she was bored and opened one, and there were words on the back of the paper.
She opened another one and found it too.
There is a sentence written inside each one.
"She got first place in the exam today, and she was even happier than I did."
"She cut her hair and still looks good."
"It annoys me a little when she talks to other people."
"I want to tell her, but I don't dare."
On the bottom of the jar, in the last star, it says:
"Happy birthday, I'll give you a discount next year."
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Copy three:
Later Liang Cheyan went to another city to attend university.
Shu Hen didn't send her off, but only sent a WeChat message: Let me know when it's time.
When she arrived, she took a picture of the sky outside the dormitory window for him.
He replied with two words: Very good.
That night, my roommate discovered that the wallpaper on his phone had been changed to that picture of the sky.
My roommate asked: "Who took the photo for you? It's very beautiful."
He locked the screen: "Someone else."
Then I put on my headphones, clicked on a song, and played it all night long.
The song is called "Together No matter how far away".
Intention: We are not children abandoned by our original families, we are family members who have chosen each other again in the midst of brokenness.
