Chen Qi Version:
That year, he met the beautiful Soviet girl in a square in Kyiv.
That day, he finally understood that some encounters are like fireworks: after their dazzling brilliance, only a wisp of ash remains.
At that moment, he stood before her gravestone and murmured to her as he had in the past. He said he understood her final wish. But once he had finished speaking, tears streamed down his face.
Xiao Die Version:
When disaster struck, she finally understood what it meant for fate to toy with people.
She did not regret falling in love with him, even though their promise to stay together now seemed forever out of reach.
If there is a next life, she only hopes that the legendary, mighty nuclear energy will never again be part of her life.
Then perhaps she could become his wife, and spend her life in peace...
This is a short story that Xiao Die and I wrote together. The guy is me, and the girl is her. Yeah. That's it. No explanations.
Theme:
Chernobyl was really, really tragic. Hundreds of thousands of people died before the situation was brought under control. It was terrible.
Shen Chen wrote very well ↖(^ω^)↗
I always feel that it is very painful to like someone because you will worry about gains and losses. When Tanasha was waiting alone in the Soviet Union for Yanxia, who had no news about her return to China, she didn't know whether she was worried or happy. A promise to wait for me to come back in exchange for the girl's persistence every day, even if life in the hospital bed has become a torture. Strictly speaking, the reason why this story is sad is that there are no so-called bad guys here. Everyone wants the best for each other for the love in their hearts, even if they are not living well. Yan Xia's father is obviously a representative of traditional Chinese parents. In wanting Yan Xia to marry Dong Qian, in addition to the two childhood sweethearts, he probably also had considerations for both families. After all, similar growth environments can easily form the same outlook on life, and relationships are not just a whim. He also just hopes that his son can marry a "good wife." And Dong Qian is even willing to sacrifice her marriage for Yan Xia's freedom, and she is willing to let go because of love. As for Yanxia, he has been resisting his family for his lover. Tanasha, on the other hand, clung to that promise and waited impatiently. Her only wish before her death was for the other person to be happy~ We are not saints, so everyone can only love in their own way clumsily. Therefore, Yan's father's "old stubbornness", Yan Xia's resentment, Dong Qian's helplessness, and Tanasha's regret are inevitable. Even so, we just hope that each other can be happy!
Hahaha, if we were not together, I would wake up laughing even in my dreams!!!!
Turning around and seeing her smiling face, I couldn't help but have the urge to hold her in my arms. —Jane, you're done! My mind suddenly went blank. However, he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her. ... I closed my eyes, rolled around gently, and sucked. —The poisoning is very deep! Finished. I reached out to hold his arm and said flatteringly, "I don't think these are as good-looking as your paintings~" ------- I'm really speechless for someone.
You guys really have no lower limit. Hey, the dish is a wretched one!
Run with your head in your hands. . . . . . . Jian Jian, there is no lower limit for our respect. . . .
This chapter is so heartwarming, Jian Jian, we really have no lower limit. . .
Come and give it to yourself