Could It Be an Old Friend?

Watching a story that you know is "be" from the beginning, to the end is still a kind of sadness that leaves people unfinished and unable to talk about it. Looking at the past events from the perspective of a third person can understand some truths that the parties involved are unclear about, and also blurs some subtle emotional details that only the parties involved know, which seems to dilute the sadness but makes people feel more regretful. When Huai Bing and Zi Yue met for the first time, Mr. Du San, who had always been rude to others, initially treated the little girl perhaps just out of care for the child, so he gave her a sesame miniature sculpture to play with. However, he found that the child liked the world inside as much as he did when he was young, and was obsessed with it. The love is purely from the heart, not whether the sesame is worth money or not, but whether there are people with the same temperament as him, so the paintings he later gave to Huai Bing also contained those little people, and those hidden unknown worlds were probably the tacit secrets between the two of them. Later, when they met at the age of twelve, they were still in the middle of an ignorant child and a smart girl. They followed their hearts in every word and deed, but Ziyue understood the prying eyes of other people. He could only hide those thoughts for her that she didn't understand yet, but for his own thoughts, he could only restrain himself and prevent her from calling "Master" to cut off all friendships. When Huai Bing really learned painting from Zi Yue, what she liked was not painting, but the person who taught her painting, so she did not call her master, but addressed her as master in person and wrote to Zi Yue in private. So later on, she only liked others to praise her for painting like him. "When I saw this painting, I felt like seeing Du The three styles are all in the young lady's heart. "The paintings were all filled with her affection for Zi Yue, as well as the forgeries she painted. Du San took them all and burned them all. It seems that he wanted to keep those feelings selfishly, but in the end he really couldn't express his feelings and had to burn them to prevent others from seeing them. It wasn't until the time when they had to talk about marriage that Huai Bing suddenly realized that she had different feelings for Du San. She couldn't think of anyone else she would spend her whole life with except this person. But at that time, Du San, who had always restrained and upheld Huai Bing's reputation, never showed any affection in front of her, so when faced with her great-grandmother's questioning, she could only say, "I never thought about marrying him." Du San must have heard it, but I think it was more because he was rejected by his grandmother when he proposed marriage. I am afraid that the grandmother had told him those long words before mentioning them to Huai Bing, and after weighing them, he agreed with them. Their relationship was like that painting of camellias, which were blown away by the wind when they were about to express their heart to each other most beautifully. His marriage proposal was also like the flower blooming for the last time, and it is unspeakable after that. Later, unknown to Huai Bing, Du San paid bribes for her father's career, hoping that she would not be influenced to marry into a good family and not be bullied. Judging from Huai Bing's words, how could a young lady know that when her father's career was on thin ice and her father's family was in decline? Due to the impact on both families, it is impossible for her to marry Du San. Du San originally wanted her to be safe and happy throughout her life, but of course he would never see her again in this life. All the words he wanted to say to her are in "Quick Snow and Clear Tie", "Quick Snow and Clear Sun, Jia wants to be safe and kind." Huai Bing had the idea of running away with Du San with his things, but Du San had always been thinking about how to protect her in the world, but he didn't dare to accompany her in person. He never cared about how he was judged, but he didn't want her to suffer any gossip. It was really hard to calm down, but he felt that their hearts had always been very close. Those books and paintings that Bing has always treasured, the fall that Huai Bing took didn't wake her up, it was because she followed Du San's wishes and lived a stable life with the Kuai Xue Shi Qing he gave her, so those vicious thoughts she had while sitting in the bridal chamber wanting to destroy the calligraphy and paintings were her final resentment for the happy life he had arranged for her on his own initiative. But in the end, she lived her life according to his wishes, and Du San finally settled his worries and passed away peacefully. To a certain extent, they were relieved in the end, but we, the spectators, were the ones who couldn't forgive us.

I understand her writing style after reading Mian's "A Good Life". Today I saw the recommendation of "An Old Friend Comes" and I couldn't help but read it. I am always very careful and serious when reading her articles, because I am afraid that I will never read them again. They are no longer just casual things to pass the time, but they deserve to be treated as precious works. When I was reading the article, I thought of Jiang Wen's "Red Sorghum", which has almost the same story telling method. As Mian said, such a technique requires a third party to write in a way that explores the blank space. It is like a withered leaf that falls to the ground and is not heard for a long time. It will eventually turn into the soil and be buried underground forever. But one day, someone suddenly discovered it unexpectedly. With the curiosity of exploring, he uncovered its context bit by bit, but he still could not restore everything that the leaf felt when he was young. This naturally casts a light sadness on the story. All you can do is to incorporate this indifference, and then experience the love that has not been completely buried from this indifference. When this kind of love reaches a certain level, it has surpassed the initial state of mind when you just started to explore. You will realize that some things never die. They live forever in this world and don't care whether people know it or not. That is its own background. As for the story, the most touching theme is tolerant love. I love you, and I am willing to devote everything I have to protecting you, even if this kind of protection will never be known or achieved, but I love you, and I can endure all of it, including the coldness and cruelty I pretend to be, including the pain my mask brings to you, and the endless sadness your pain brings to me. All of this is just because I love you. Such forbearing love is too difficult and often difficult to be known. That is why its glimmer of light in the gray is even more touching and will never go out of style. But what surprises me the most about this article is that it already has its own unique style due to the author's extraordinary writing style, and it is naturally integrated with the article. The objective sadness is shrouded from beginning to end, and the reader has become "me", creating a strong sense of picture, atmosphere, and the resulting sense of substitution. Just like a Wong Kar-Wai movie, you may never think of exploring the logic, such as why this woman fell in love with a man so easily, and why this man did such unreasonable things. Mian's writing style has achieved the effect of his lens, especially his understanding and involvement in calligraphy and painting, which adds a literati style unique to ancient China to the whole story. Du San is a merchant, but what we like and what he presents to Huai Bing is his elegance and delicacy as a literati. This is another sad point in the story. Only in the eyes of your lover, you will always be the most beautiful side of you. Others will not have that much free time and energy to explore what kind of person you are on the inside. Therefore, people like Du San are destined to be belittled and misunderstood. In fact, everyone is like this, but in this article, Du San is magnified as the protagonist. I was already prepared for this story, knowing that according to Mian's writing style, it must be an undercurrent of emotion. Soon it will snow and then it will clear, I wish you peace and good. It seemed like a plain greeting, but it was his deepest longing for Huai Bing. I can't say it, I can't say I love you, because I love you. In this case, I love you secretly, just like the little people I once painted in the interlayer of calligraphy and painting, just like I once remembered Wang Xizhi's eight-character brushwork very clearly, just like the countless feelings I couldn't express to you, let them dissipate in the wind. The reader who is most moved and hurt must have met a Du San in her life, or she herself is that Du San, or she secretly expects that the person who can only dream back to luxurious dreams at midnight should be like Du San. He never crosses the rules and never confronts him head-on. But you hope to know that he is Du San. I just said two days ago that I will no longer love Wujiwu. I like the author because of the article, but I was slapped in the face. Sleep is one of my top ancient sayings.

It's very sad. The first time I watched BE, there was no emotional communication between the male and female protagonists. The whole story ended without even seeing the window paper...

It will soon clear up after the snow, I hope you will be safe and well: It will clear up after the snow, I hope you will be well

Jia wants peace and kindness. Did Zi Yue wait until he finally wrote the words about Nian An to Huai Bing before he died?

Their restrained and forbearing emotions were destined to be cast as tragedy in the context of that era. But even so, they still tried their best for each other, but the ending was still not satisfactory. This is the reality, no matter how hard you want it, you still can't get it.

The antique style of writing is so touching, as if the light moss has already been covered with memories, and only the yellowed paper is left to tell the unfinished love story. Wuwuwuwu

I don't care about other things, but you are safe. Soon it will snow and then it will clear, I wish you peace and good.

At the end, I shed a tear for them. I wasn't particularly sad, but the tears fell of their own accord. I always felt that she knew his thoughts, but she didn't seem to know, and she wasn't sure.

Soon it will snow and then it will clear, I wish you peace and good. I really cried to death when I read this article late at night. Thank you for writing such a good story with such a good writing style!