Flowers Blooming on the Street of the Divine Sculpture

I remember Haruki Murakami once said: If I love you, and you happen to love me. When your hair is messy, I will comb it for you with a smile, and then I will linger on your hair for a few more seconds. But what if I love you and you unfortunately don't love me. Your hair is messy, I will only tell you gently, your hair is messy. This is probably the purest view of love. If you love each other, you can hold hands until old age; if you miss someone, you can protect him well. When I saw the last sentence, I couldn't help but think of Yang Guo, Xiao Longnu and Guo Fu in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". For Xiao Longnu, Yang Guo stayed hand in hand until old age, but as for Guo Fu, why didn't he try his best to protect her well? Nalan Rongruo still writes well. The sentence "It was ordinary at that time" expresses our shortcomings: we don't know how to cherish when we have it, and our love has turned to ashes when we look back. But how often does fate allow us to go back to that time? Sometimes, I think if I could go back in time, what kind of story would Yang Guo and Guo Fu have? I couldn't help but feel inspired to write this article "Flowers on the Moshang Slowly Return". I hope you all like it. If it is different from the original work, don't criticize it. Just take your time and read a new story.