In fact, what I want to write is really our own story. I have read so many types of love stories, sentimental, youthful, light-hearted and funny, tear-jerking, heavy-flavored, refreshing, sophomoric, and trivial. Finally one day I thought, most of these stories are not Our own, at most, we just go for sex when we are bored. For example, the dedicated rich and handsome male protagonist, the infatuated warm male number two, the sinister female supporting role, and the heroine who is loved by thousands of people. In fact, they are far beyond the tolerance of real life. And it is our own stories that are played out every day and are repeated constantly, but they actually record the traces of our existence, our lives, our youth, and our memories, which are remembered bit by bit and left to be slowly recalled in the future. That is the story that really makes us burst into tears. The past of each of us ordinary people is ordinary but great.