Once Upon a Time

After reading three or four years of Gu Da's writings, from A Gentleman to Once upon a Time, I feel the flavor of Gu Da in the writings more and more strongly. From the beginning, I really liked the story Once Upon a Time. I always felt that I could see a lot of shadows of Gu Da. It could be said that it was quite like Gu Da's emotional autobiography. I really want to finish reading this story, but it's a pity that I haven't seen the update yet. If you like a story, you will always remember that the ending will come to the bowl soon. To be honest, I really hope that Du Yuanfeng and Zhao Yixin will end up together and have a happy ending, like Brother Daren and Cheng Youqing. What a sad story it would be if we were not together! However, when Du Yuanfeng went to the cemetery at the beginning, it would have been even sadder if he was looking at Zhao Yixin. After falling in love for so many years, they finally fell apart. Maybe when Du Yuanfeng was at the cemetery, what he was saying in his heart was "How are you? I'm fine!" What she felt was gratifying was that Zhao Yixin knew that Du Yuanfeng loved her, unlike Fujii, the girl in the love letter, who missed and lost her without knowing or having it. Some people say that missing something is not a mistake, it's just that it has passed. However, I discovered that someone had been following my entire youth. I missed it so late, and it was painfully regretful. I read Love Letter for the first time on June 23, 2012, and the second time on July 10, 2013. A story about secret love that is truly touching. Speaking of secret love, I also thought of myself. In the blink of an eye, I fell in love with a girl for more than four years. Some people say that you should have at least one love worth remembering in college. In fact, looking back now, I feel that as long as you like what you like, it is the most worth remembering. I remembered that I had not spoken to her many times in more than four years, and every time I spoke to her, I would be very nervous and have heart palpitations. I remembered the joy and excitement I felt when I could do things with her. I remembered that her emotional intelligence and IQ were so far out of reach. I remembered the secret joy of being praised by her for her talent. I remembered that in order to see her, I would honestly not skip classes as long as they were in the same class. I remembered the coincidence of taking a calligraphy elective class together for the first time. I remembered that when I was taking electives later, I always looked for her name in different courses until I saw her, and then took the electives. I remember finding an elective course with her in my junior and senior years, and I always had a lot of fun studying with the team. Thinking of her disappointment in not coming to class because she was sick. Thinking of her always worried about her cold. I remembered asking myself why she didn't exercise. I remembered that when she was bullied by her best friend, she had a conditioned reflex not to let her best friend bully her; of course, in fact, she was always seen bullying her best friend; oh, this looks quite festive. I remember the excitement in my heart that sometimes comes from a glance or a greeting that I don't encounter easily. I remembered that in order to meet her by chance, I always made all kinds of route planning and time calculations; of course, many times, she didn't see it, but it was quite exciting, like a small thing like first love. I was shocked and pleasantly surprised when I remembered the time when she actually said hello; she smiled very sweetly, and I really liked seeing her smile. I remembered that the paintings she painted always had a fresh and fresh tone, which looked very comfortable and peaceful. I think of her constantly changing hairstyle and getting better and better at makeup. I remembered that I had not been in contact with her for a long time, and I felt like time was lost. I remember how serious she was when she was a director. Thinking of seeing how invested she was in rehearsals. I remembered how beautiful their class uniforms were, and I remembered that they seemed to be designed by her. I remembered that when we first met her in the department, she was very cold, weird, and even less gregarious than me. I remembered that in the department, I always felt that she needed to be taken care of. Of course, I didn't know how to take care of her, nor did I know how to express it. I remembered one time when I was in my freshman year, I went to see another officer downstairs from her, and ended up in her dormitory. This must be because when I was looking at the dormitory number, I chose to remember her dormitory number. Later, looking back on the past, she traced it back to the first obvious feeling that had taken root in her heart a long time ago. I was very unhappy when I remembered that in the second semester, departments were divided into groups without knowing it. The important thing is that we were not in the same group. I can't see her! Nothing to touch! The relationship between colleagues is almost in name only, and it is really pitiful that the relationship has come to this point. Then we had no common experience in the department, and she no longer liked the work of the department very much after joining. Later, the department organized a reunion to sing karaoke for the last time, but I went home. I wonder if she went to the party? I really want to hear her singing K. I remembered listening to her favorite songs, watching her favorite movies, getting used to reading the words she wrote, and getting used to her whimsical thoughts. I remembered how disappointed I was when I won the basketball championship, because I didn't notice her arrival while playing. It was later that someone saw her best friend in the photos taken during the game, and then she was seen in the photos. I was so happy when I saw her passing by after exercising and watching the moment when she won the championship. The day after the game, I went to film and television viewing. I was exhausted and limping and ran to class. Because she was there, I still had the courage to sit next to her and chat with her. Her roommate was inexplicable and very funny. Come all the way back after class to chat with her. It's really rare. Very happy. I thought of working with her as an interviewer to interview juniors and juniors to enter the department, and it felt so funny. The junior brothers and sisters are very nervous because they are facing the interview of the senior brothers and sisters. I was also nervous because she was sitting next door. During this period, she also helped me correct my Mandarin "flower protector". Very good, this interview was successfully completed. Great memories. I remembered secretly being her guardian to protect her; it was quite a challenge, but it felt very fulfilling. I remembered that during the photography class, I always used a high-definition camera to look at her in the studio. It was very funny. It was also quite interesting in the studio. I remembered taking photos outdoors during the photography class. She was a model, looking stylish and elegant. However, I have never taken a photo of her in person. Until now, I have never taken a photo of her in person. The appearance of some people is only suitable to be kept in the mind. I remembered that I always hoped that the teacher would ask her questions, listen to her voice, and listen to her answers, but the teacher always asked her best friend questions and smiled without saying a word. I remembered that she sometimes liked to imitate holding a brush with her hands, but I actually really enjoyed watching her draw. I was tongue-tied when I remembered asking her to help buy beauty pens, and I was very nervous. The next year, under my repeated instructions, she bought it back. The problem is that I gave her ten yuan, why don't I get change? If you get change, it's worth collecting! I have always treasured that pen. I remembered the handwritten newspaper she made with her best friend. After it was exposed to wind and sun, I discovered it and put it away for collection. I hope to buy the rights someday. I remember the excitement of commenting on her article and getting a reply for the first time. I remembered that I had been waiting for a long time to follow her Weibo, and she actually knew who I was, oh yeah. I remembered that Zhang Xiaoxian, I Will Love You After All, knew that Scorpio corresponds to Cancer. Oh yes, she had been saying on Weibo that she was waiting for Scorpio to appear. In fact, I was always there. Mystery is the nature of Scorpios, who always do things in a secretive manner and rarely act openly. I remembered complaining to her through private messages on Weibo and being comforted by her. It felt so good. Thinking of crying in front of her like a child, oh, I was so embarrassed that I was thrown to the moon. I remembered that there was once a girl who said she wanted to marry me, but I didn't cherish her. I only regretted it when I lost her. The most painful thing in the world is this. If God can give her another chance to say marry me again, I will say three words to her: "I do". If I have to put a limit on this love, I still hope that she will slowly learn to cook. I remembered that when I left school to take pictures, I promised to take a photo with her, and I actually met her. At that time, I originally thought that we would meet again if we were destined, but in the end, I said from the bottom of my heart that we would be together by fate. She was clever enough to reply that she was thinking too much. Oh oh. I remembered that we met by chance in the end, and asked to take two more photos. These two photos were really good. When I met her again, I was so surprised that I almost stopped breathing. It was incoherent and, of course, she couldn't understand what I was saying. Say goodbye in a hurry. I wish you all the best! Be happy! Today is 201413, which is quite suitable to remember! Youth is in a hurry, how many young memories can be left in the heart! Four years of memories, a few words like smoke. What I should do most and should have done long ago is to tell you personally that I like you. ——"A Little Thing About First Love"

Sister Gu, why? T_T

This is a bit cruel to Du Yuanfeng... I have love u for a thousand years... I will love u for a thousand more... A thousand years sounds great!

I feel that Du Yuanfeng is a bit pitiful

I feel that Yixin and Du Yuanfeng's experiences are very similar. It's all from the initial "chasing dreams" to "falling and being frustrated" Maybe it's because of this that the two of them feel sympathy for each other. If this feeling sublimates to love, can it last forever? I selfishly hope they can't become a couple

Also because Yi Xin would marry Huo Chen... It feels like Yixin has been escaping all the time I've never been able to figure out my own thoughts

This is a very sad chapter...

Now I feel that Du Yuanfeng is very selfish. They are already engaged, but they really managed to separate the couple nicely. When I saw Yixin's words of thanks, I was speechless again. It turned out that Mr. Huo had no sense of existence in Yixin's heart!

That is, it is tolerable, but which one is intolerable? Zhao Yixin really chose the latter. . . Very speechless.

It feels good to continue to be best friends. I think it is very natural for the two of them to get along with each other. This kind of naturalness is really the feeling that only old friends can have for many years! Let's go on like this!