Their meeting was like an occasional look-up after the warm spring breeze blew by; their mutual understanding was like an understanding between each other's smiles. Their story is neither romantic nor sad. It is just like a hazy touch of color in an impression painting. It is destined to be a glimpse of beauty in memory. Like a canon, once it is played, there is unstoppable tenderness.
She didn't have the beauty to be shy, nor was she gifted with any talent for singing, so after so many years, she still couldn't figure out how she fell into his eyes, and then even performed that unforgettable love. Bits and pieces of the past are now just placed in the dark corners of her memories calmly. The past is like smoke, the nine-to-five job, and the slow pace of the small county town day after day do not allow her to indulge in the nostalgia of the past, not to mention that she is not that kind of self-harm and self-pity. Even if she is occasionally touched, she never sheds tears or sighs. She just smiles indifferently and immediately faces a calm life.
She doesn't fight, she doesn't care. He never understood the metaphor she made casually at the time - she was just a perhaps special leaf in his life - and she was also swaying on the branches of his towering tree, proudly in the spring breeze. When autumn comes, it will wither and fall when a cold wind blows.
He was born into a well-to-do scholarly family. He has been dazzling since he was a child. He has always been a top student in academic subjects. He was the leader of the school symphony orchestra in college and is now a well-known talent in the industry. Since his boyhood, he has been the Prince Charming sought after by thousands of girls. Nowadays, it is the hunting target of many "white-bone spirits". Even though he was surrounded by thousands of flowers, he always responded casually and unrestrainedly. The only imprint in his heart was that woman like the breeze. She is like a lily blooming freely in the valley. She has no intention of competing with others, but she has her own style. Every time I recall her, I feel grounded and warm in my heart.
He can't forget it, let alone let it go, because she is the cinnabar mole that is burned into his heart. Whether he thinks of it or not, it is there, and He Jing likes it. Until one morning, when I opened my eyes, I felt as if I was lost, and my life seemed like a dream. Where was she...