The story in life is nothing more than guessing the beginning, but not guessing the ending; not guessing the beginning, but knowing the ending. Or maybe it was all an accident. Unexpected disaster, unexpected joy. When I was 18 years old, I thought that as an ordinary person, I had experienced enough ups and downs, and the only thing I needed in life was death. But the facts still tell me that it's not enough, not enough. That year the person I loved most left me, and then I buried the lover in my heart who would stay with me for the rest of my life. I spent 8 years away from home. I am 27 years old. For nearly ten years, I have felt old every day when I was young. Just when I thought my life would go on like this, God gave me the biggest surprise in my life.
From the young love in the green years to the unrepentant joining hands after Qianfan's death. Although I hate the disappointment and despair that God brings me time and time again, and does not allow every wish of mine to come true. But when the mountains and rivers were full of doubts and there was no way out, he gave me a whole world of darkness and light. Only after the clouds disappeared and the rain fell did I truly understand that at this point in my life, what kind of paradise am I still asking for?
I am Jiang Chengmo. A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. I am not a female classmate without a story. Drink quietly at night and listen to me tell my story.
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