Running Backward

When will it be finished? Wait…

A woman like Xiao Yu is despised!

If you don't like the heroine, you will lose yourself if you like it. Even if you get love, it won't last long. I always feel that the hero doesn't like this person enough and the heroine is procrastinating.

One person ≠ loneliness, two people ≠ happiness, as time goes by, just get used to it.

Why did I find out when my grandpa passed away last month when he returned home? Didn't he usually talk to his family on the phone? Even if he did, shouldn't he be called home immediately if something like this happened?

I read the book "Why Shengxiao is Silent" many years ago. Now, the plot has long been blurred. I only remember the sentence: "If that person ever appeared in the world, everyone else would become a makeshift person." Ling Xiao seemed to be just that kind of person. Once he fell in love, but stayed silent for ten years, it was not that there was no better one, but in the end, he was not that person. When people encounter feelings, they are either too enthusiastic or too calm to start. People who are too calm always see things too thoroughly, and are so thorough that they are unwilling to try. For them, the chance of miracles is low, so they should stop it before starting. Ling Xiao seems to have such an inappropriate existence. When she should be calm, she is too enthusiastic, and when she should be enthusiastic, she is so calm that it makes people grit their teeth. But who can we blame her? Not everyone has the courage to fulfill their wish, even though it has been ingrained in their heart for ten years. However, isn't it just because it is important that we dare not reach out and touch it? If we don't reach out, we can still retain the possibility of self-deception - maybe he also has intentions for me, but not to that extent. But once you reach out, it will be either heaven or hell, and not even a trace of imagination will exist. Although heaven is very tempting, can we afford to block the existence of hell? Some people may say that after waiting for so many years and finally waiting for the day when it is possible, I would be really sorry for myself if I didn't reach out quickly. But in fact, because of waiting for so many years, waiting for too long, all the throbbing, enthusiasm, familiarity... Have been wasted by time and are no longer what they were before. Ten years is enough for a child to grow up, enough for a man to grow old quietly, and even we ourselves are no longer the same selves as before. Maybe the habits are still there, maybe the body has not changed, but the magic of time lies in unknowingly leaving traces of time in the tiny cracks. As a result, we have more vicissitudes that we cannot hide, and a few suspicions that cannot be eliminated. If you are not even sure about yourself, how can you be sure about the person who has spent so many years? Have you ever thought that what you thought would last forever was just a chance encounter magnified by yourself? Is it the end of prosperity, all you want is a moment of pleasure, but I always expect to wait for you all my life? And when the first years are so clear that they become blurry, anyone will ask themselves, is it the person I love, or the person I loved back then? Is it my love for him that I insist on, or my reluctance to feel that relationship? We doubt ourselves, but we also understand that no one can give us the answer. We wait and watch in uneasiness. The easier it is to be emotionally affected by the strange and familiar person, the more frightened we are. What kind of feeling is it? The five flavors are complicated, all of which are torn apart and blocked in ourselves. In my heart, I can't explain, it's impossible to let go, and it seems impossible to move forward. So, the torture and suffering are left every second, my heart is tortured and turned over, and I add a few tears to dilute my sorrow and continue to endure it. Ling Xiao wrote ink, so in this story, a group of onlookers were anxious and wanted to go up and take a look at her head until she woke up. But what if this is my own love path? I'm afraid, there are no words to describe it. The beauty of the memories lies in the fact that the word "once" has been engraved on it, but the hardship of reality lies in the fact that the word "unknown" is always engraved on it, spread out for hundreds of thousands. After reading it in one breath, I even feel that Qi Xiaoyu has a greater sense of existence than Ling Xiao. After thinking about it, I feel that maybe, just because of Qi Xiaoyu's daring style of acting, maybe Ling Xiao is a little envious. Qi Xiaoyu is so free and easy, and we wish that Ling Xiao suddenly enlightened and learned to act like Qi Xiaoyu. However, perhaps only the author knows best. Qi Xiaoyu's free and easy means that when the rainstorm comes, she will have to bear more tears, and the pain she will have to swallow will be even more bitter. If a person does not have this endurance, I am afraid it is safer to be an ostrich like Ling Xiao. Love is so desperate that it is hard to recover. The best happiness we want most is just the care given by the people who care. But in reality, the most difficult thing is this. The plot has just begun and the story has just entered the state. I am actually not sure whether I am looking forward to a happy ending or looking forward to reading my forgotten past between the lines of the author's words. In any case, I think I will continue to read and wait for an ending and a joy.

There are indeed many people like Xiaoyu now, alas.

I forgot to rate it after reading it last time, so I'll add it. Very down-to-earth and real writing.

Not bad, move a bench and watch patiently!

I believe there will be a climax later, this is just an appetizer.