Happiness, Forever

I started to change the scene, thank you

It seems to be too different. As for the background, I will talk about it later. It should be considered a campus setting, with a bit of fantasy. As for asking for bricks, I am probably too vain and ashamed.

Little sister, I only have 3,000 words to ask for help. It's hard for me to perform well. But I want to give you a compliment here. Your writing style is very good. It is worthy of praise for a junior high school student to have this level of writing. But it was a bit unorganized. After 3,000 words, I didn't even understand how things were prepared. The processing between scenes is very blurry. There is a feeling that the heroine is jumping around, here and there again. It would be better for you to deal with it. I am very confused. I really can't tell anything about the plot, and I can't tell anything about it. In addition, don't just give the girl in the article a name. Even the heroine is like this and just write nothing. You have described the temperament of the boy in the article in detail, right? Last but not least, please explain the background a little bit. I don't know what situation the characters in the article are in. Is this a Meteor Garden-style campus romance?

Originally I wasn't going to write a long review, but since I'm probably your first reader and you're a junior high school student, I'll just take it as an encouragement. (Actually, it's just a reminder, snickering~~) Both male pigs like it very much, "She saw a face, as delicate as a knife. In the dark eyes, there was darkness and pain that could not be seen directly. The bridge of the nose was unusually straight in the autumn wind. The two thin lips raised a faint smile. The cold air came out of his body, forcing her to take a few steps back." "She looked through the glass at the boy sitting in front of the piano. The brown sweater clung softly to his body. The sunshine outside the window was as bright as neon clothes, passing through the gaps in the leaves and pouring on his body in mottled patterns. An angel with black and white piano keys stuck out his little head from his hair as smooth as water, conveying his smile, as warm as the afternoon wind, causing ripples. "Come on, come on," the angel seemed to be waving to her playfully, smiling sweetly. She walked up to the young man and saw his long fingers flying like butterflies. A tinkling sound like spring water flowed out from his fingers, and she couldn't hear a trace of loneliness or sadness. " It feels a bit like Bing and Che. I wonder if it will be a happy article? I am very curious about that crystal bracelet. What is its origin? Urging the article, urging the article. As I was writing, I realized that I was still very lazy, so I copied a large section of it. Don't be angry, Dream Girl!

It's your first time writing a novel, so you probably won't encounter any bottlenecks. I'll keep updating every day and I won't give up. If you have any shortcomings, feel free to mention them.