Cherry Amber

I read this novel a few years ago and liked it very much. I thought it was a very warm novel. At that time, I was not mature enough and automatically ignored the bad parts and only remembered the warm parts. I still remember that the author was very happy when he posted on his blog that Zhongwu, which produced Parents' Love, bought the copyright to let parents know how great writing is. But recently I saw some speeches that were very disappointing. I was looking forward to the drama version, but the drama version is not good enough. There are many reasons for it, and it is inappropriate. It is also because women are more thoughtful. I hope that the heroine will have a subject and can judge by herself. But the author seems to love men both inside and outside the book, which is so disappointing. As the years passed, we grew as women, but the author did not.

A girl like Yingying will be happy no matter who she is with, but a boy like Qiaoxi will only be happy if he meets someone like Yingying!

Cherry Lin is my favorite heroine.

I support Xiaoyun. In the past period of time, due to the influence of some things outside the story, I was a little reluctant to recall everything I once cherished here. Now I feel regretful and sad for having such thoughts. If the voice of support and love is not louder, I am afraid that what is precious will become less and less. I want to be a person who delivers love and returns love like a cherry.

Spoiler alert, I should thank my mom. Future mother-in-law

Hahaha, if this continues, all the newly purchased sheets will be used.

My Jiang Qiaoxi stayed on the snowy night when I was seventeen years old I also met the one who belonged to me, Jiang Qiaoxi, during my hot teenage years. He is the math class representative in the class. He has very fair skin, handsome features, and a quiet temperament. He looks like someone from a book. Friends say he looks a bit like Deng Lun. And I was the squad leader, hot-tempered, carefree, and just like a tomboy. My grades are not bad, and I am firmly in the top ten in the class, but I can never restrain my playful spirit. He is gentle and shy, and is used to hiding his worries quietly. He always does things appropriately and is not calm like his peers. There are many girls in the class who like him, and their romance has never ended. At that time, I never imagined that one day, I would be tempted by such a person. In the beginning, we were two parallel lines with no intersection. As soon as the bell rang, I grabbed my notebook and rushed out. It wasn't until the bell rang quickly that I ran back to my seat panting. And he always sits quietly and reads a book, and the noise around him seems to have nothing to do with him. The turning point of fate was a monthly exam. The seats were rearranged and we unexpectedly became tablemates. When we first sat together, I was at a loss. I have always preferred lively and outgoing partners, but suddenly there was a taciturn and shy young man beside me, and I didn't know how to get along with him. I talk a lot and love to laugh. I chatter all day long. I simply take the initiative to strike up a conversation and break the silence bit by bit. Slowly, he talked more. Later he told me that when he first became my deskmate, he felt that I was alive and agile, like a beam of light that crashed into a quiet corner. The small space separated by the desks hides the tiny tenderness that only belongs to us. I would run away as soon as get out of class was over, and he would always silently put away the books from the previous class for me and put the materials for the next class neatly on the table; he would take the time to help me tidy up the messy drawers filled with miscellaneous items; when he went to the water room to fetch water, he would bring my cup with him; when he went to the canteen, he would always remember to bring a pack of my favorite spicy strips and a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. He doesn't like to smile, but whenever he raises his eyes and sees me, his eyes sparkle with laughter. I was really a late bloomer at that time. I only regarded these proper cares as the natural help and mutual help between deskmates, and did not understand the love hidden in the details at all. There was a girl in another class who was his elementary school classmate and wrote him a love letter. The news spread and the whole class was uproarious. I laughed and teased him along with the crowd, completely unaware of his sudden darkening expression. That time, he didn't say a word to me for more than ten days. I feel aggrieved and confused. Everyone is obviously joking, why are you only angry with me? With a bit of arrogance in my bones, I refused to bow my head and just kept in a cold war with him. After a long time, my friend quietly revealed the secret to me. He told his friends that he liked me. But I was stupid and didn't understand anything. I just followed the others and couldn't see his hidden intentions. The moment I learned the truth, my heart trembled. No matter how heartless you look on the outside, only you know the sensitivity and low self-esteem on the inside. The girls chasing him were all pretty and eye-catching. I couldn't help but wonder over and over again, how long can this love last? If we really take that step, can we make it to the end? From that day on, everything quietly changed. In front of him, I began to feel helpless. Subconsciously control your arrogant temper, pay attention to your tone of voice, and try to behave like a girl. When the weekend comes, my mind can't help but wander to him, repeatedly guessing what he is doing at the moment, confirming the authenticity of his feelings over and over again, and repeatedly asking myself whether I want to respond to this love. It was only later that I realized that I had already fallen. It turns out that when you like someone, you are so worried about gains and losses. In the past, when I was fearless and didn't seem to care about anything, many soft and chaotic emotions appeared in my heart out of thin air. It was a throbbing that I had never experienced in the past ten years. He still treats me well. Once, he suddenly said that he wanted to help me read my palm. He reached out and gently held my palm, with a smile in his eyes: "Your hands are so fleshy and soft." My mind went blank for a moment. I know there are differences between men and women, and he must understand it too, but he doesn't avoid suspicion at all. I didn't listen to a single word of those so-called palmistry words. My eyes fell on the red tips of his ears and neck. My cheeks were very hot, my heartbeat was beating, but there was a warm sweetness in my heart. I asked him in a low voice if he had shown it to other girls. He shook his head seriously: "No, I just want to show it to you." There is also a lunch break, where we lie down on the table and take a nap. My fingertips accidentally touched his, and he suddenly turned around and held my hand firmly. I didn't dare to struggle for fear of being discovered by my teacher and classmates, so I could only lower my voice and ask him what he was doing. He said softly: "I want to hold your hand and take a lunch break together." Later, the hands quietly held under the desk in class became a little secret between us. We didn't say "I like you" outright, nor did we officially confirm our lovers' identities. When you are too young, there are some things you don't need to say. Every night after class, we would walk a long way side by side. I finally couldn't help it and asked him: "Who are we? Are we just classmates?" He turned his head sideways with gentle eyes: "It's a very important relationship, like family. You'll understand later." I nodded and didn't ask any more questions. The night when the first snow fell became the clearest imprint of my youth. It was dark, and there were very few people on the way after school. He held my hand and suggested taking me home via a small road so that I wouldn't have to take long detours. I never dared to set foot in that narrow alley, it was dark and deep, and I was naturally timid. "I'm scared." I told him honestly. "Don't be afraid, I'm here. If it doesn't work, we'll turn around and take the main road immediately." He comforted softly. Already halfway there, I gritted my teeth and said, "Didn't I tell you that I could try if you were here?" On that quiet path, he suddenly stopped, turned around and hugged me. Her soft lips touched mine lightly, and then she hugged me tighter. I pressed against his chest and could clearly feel his rapid and hot heartbeat. Good times don't last long. The news reached his parents' ears. When his family learned that we were close, they became furious and forced him to transfer to another school. He refused, and was beaten for this. In the end, he couldn't win over his family and was forced to leave. The phone was confiscated and he deleted my profile under the pressure of his family. During the vacation, I suddenly found that his name was missing from my friends list. Grievances and sadness came up all at once. I thought it was because he was tired of it and that he had given up on this relationship so easily. There is a big emptiness in my heart. I miss her every day, but I still don't want to believe that the tenderness will be gone at a moment's notice. Much later, I heard from my classmates that he had transferred to a closed school and could only go home once every two weeks. One evening after self-study, I walked to the school gate and recognized that familiar figure at a glance. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, surprise and anger intertwined. I pretended not to see it and wanted to just walk away. "Long time no see." He called me. I pretended to be surprised: "Why are you here? It's like you disappeared." "I'll pick you up from school." He explained that the school had strict management and it was hard to wait until the holidays. We walked and chatted all the way, and when we were approaching the downstairs of my house, he opened his mouth cautiously, wanting to add his penis back. I was still holding my breath: "You were the one who deleted me in the first place. How can I delete it and add it whenever I want?" He held my hand, his tone was pleading, and he explained to me step by step the difficulties of being controlled by the family and having his mobile phone taken away. Reluctantly, I agreed. But from now on, I don't dare to send him messages at will, for fear of causing him trouble again. He could only take advantage of his short rest day to secretly come back to see me. The contact slowly faded. Later, a piece of news hit me - he decided to drop out of school and go out to work. I advised him to continue reading to the end. But he no longer wanted to be bound by family arrangements and resolutely embarked on a long journey. We were scattered across two cities. I went to Shenzhen and he was in Hangzhou. The wind and rain of life hit me unexpectedly. A phone call brought me the bad news that my mother was seriously ill. When I hurried back to my hometown, I was not able to see her for the last time. A great sadness consumed me. This incident reached his ears, and he immediately rushed back to our small town and ran to his old house to look for me. But at that time, his mother's funeral arrangements were being handled in another house, and he found the wrong place. The door lock was cold and there was no one there. He sent a message, and the words were full of worry. He told me over and over again not to be too sad. During that time, our contact was unprecedentedly frequent. We talk on the phone every day, play games together, and share our daily lives across the screen. The courage I had accumulated for many years finally turned to words. That afternoon, I sent him a message and made an appointment to talk to him that evening. When he got off work, I typed out the words I had been brewing for a long time: "Do we want to fall in love together?" Almost immediately, he replied. He said that he had guessed it when I warned that something was going to happen. It's just that I've never been sure of my feelings, and I'm afraid that if I reveal my feelings, I won't even be able to be friends. This confession should have been made by him first. "I like you, please be my girlfriend." I replied: "Okay." The unresolved relationship in childhood finally turned into a two-way long-distance relationship many years later. We love seriously. He told my name to my mother, and my family actually knew me and gave us their acquiescence. In the first month we were together, as Christmas approached, he quietly prepared gifts and asked me for the delivery address, and then I suddenly remembered that the holiday was approaching. I knitted a scarf for him overnight. For the first time in my life, I picked up a needle and stitch, stitch by stitch, and sent it out before the festival. After receiving it, he said he liked it very much and would wear it wherever he went. It's my birthday in a month. He specifically asked for leave and came back across the distance to surprise me. We got together in just two days and returned in a hurry. Later, I returned to work in Shenzhen. I don't know since when, chatting and sharing have become less frequent. Across the long distance, a gap quietly spread between the two people. The accumulated anxiety finally broke out, and I expressed all the disappointment in my heart: "This is not like falling in love. If you don't want to continue, then let's break up." He hurriedly coaxed me and begged me to give him some more time. But the current situation has not improved, and the indifference remains. Half a month later, a message popped up: It is better to separate, we are more suitable to be friends. A wave of anger rushed into my heart. Where am I missing a common friend. But my pride did not allow me to show weakness, so I only replied with a simple "ok" and gritted my teeth and deleted all his contact information. A month later, I still couldn't hold it back and sent a text message: Do you really want to end it? He replied, I'm sorry, but now he just wants to improve himself. I replied: OK, I wish you a bright future. The last bit of contact was completely severed. Eight years passed and there was no news. Over the years, we each met others and got separated one by one. At the age of seventeen, how do we know how to manage a long-term love? There is only reckless enthusiasm and sincerity, but they cannot learn to communicate well, do not understand tolerance, and do not know how to overcome the obstacles of distance and reality. I never regret going through this journey with him. The pure and hot obsession of youth finally found its home. That grand and clean love has long come to an end. The love has long subsided and the mood has returned to calm. I no longer look forward to seeing each other again, and I know there is no possibility for us to continue our story. I just accidentally read the novel, and the young man named Jiang Qiaoxi immediately took me back to my desk, the alley on a snowy night, and the young man who would quietly organize my drawers. No need to say goodbye. I hope that we can all work hard and live a shining life on our respective life journeys.

This is the third time I have read this book again. In fact, the last time I read it was just last year. An accidental recommendation made me read this book in my spare time. At that time, I was full of deep sighs and gratitude for the reunion and the final happiness, only the ending of Lucky Cherry and Qiao west. Watching it again this time, I feel it is a happy but bitter story. What initially attracted me was the last sentence in the copy, "The newspaper said that China's birth population in 1990 was 26.21 Million. Among them were Lin Qile, Duchamp, Yu Qiao, countless classmates, colleagues, relatives and friends around her, and of course Jiang Qiaoxi." This may seem like a distant year to young readers, but it has a different meaning to me. As a person born in the late 1990s, I have also thought about what people were like in the early 1990s. They are my cousins, and they are also the stories I heard when I was young. They are true but there is always a distance. But they are the majority in the world, and they are also the minority in this story. I can once again look back at the story from that time through the author's pen. It feels like a dream come true. I just feel very grateful. What impressed Jiang Qiaoxi the most was that sentence, who would persevere for the sake of pain. In the first half, I was still lamenting his hard work, but in the second half, I was even more amazed at his tenacity. Jiang Qiaoxi, the favored son of heaven, has outstanding appearance, outstanding talent, and a privileged family. The combination is unattainable, but as a substitute and a phantom, when he was young, his will and thoughts were not his own. Everything he gained from his family was based on illusions, on pictures without him. In the environment of East Asian families, there are always people who have been taught since childhood that you have to work hard to make progress, and you will have a good future. Everything your parents do is for you. Parents are selfless to their children and do not ask for anything in return. It is true that striving for progress is a good quality and the most convenient stepping stone to a better future. But how to achieve it is different for each family. At least for Jiang Qiaoxi, what he endured was not a good method. Only his cousin and Yingtao regarded him as Jiang Qiaoxi, treated him unconditionally, and loved him unconditionally. How could Jiang Qiaoxi not cherish them. He didn't have to do this. Who would want to take the initiative to approach poverty and sacrifice his self-esteem, running around day and night to make a living, holding on to the slim hope. People always feel that after enduring pain, they will be relieved. But there are always people who keep suffering and enduring until finally they can't stand it anymore. I am a pessimistic and sensitive person, and I would be heartbroken when Jiang Qiaoxi falls into a desperate situation, but every time I see Yingtao finding him, I lament how difficult it is, feel happy, and cry every time I watch it. As for Cherry, I really like her. To be honest, I am jealous of Jiang Qiaoxi, being loved by such a beautiful girl! Of course you are not bad either. In terms of material conditions, there is no comparison, but with a rich spiritual world and the support of love, Cherry is not inferior to anyone. With such love, it's not surprising that Cherry has such a character. Why does she look so good at first glance? Cherry, I love you so much, you deserve everyone's love. Cherry has experienced wind and rain, and it was not easy, but Cherry still grew up, from an ignorant little girl to a lovely Teacher Lin. A cherry is always a cherry and never changes. It is so easy to fall in love with such a cherry. The words my cousin writes are really good and powerful every time. Our cherries are the most beautiful creations in the world. It is a very precious fate that I can meet and understand such a girl. I hope that Cherry will always be happy. I first read the revised version, then the old paper version, and finally re-read the revised version. I was very happy to see the part where Cherry went to the larger world, as well as Jiang Qiaoxi's gains and losses in the following years. I really felt the growth of Cherry, and also saw Jiang Qiaoxi's reconciliation with himself. The world is changing all the time, enjoy it. It is no longer just a sincere blessing from my boss, I feel it is also a motto for life. The times are calling, the times are advancing, and the times are changing. Everyone is caught up in the torrent of the times and can do very little, but we can still choose how to face it. This is the most valuable quality in human beings. Love, courage, luck, our lovely protagonists and friends achieve all these and finally achieve happiness. Although it is just an urban fairy tale, reality will still continue. The reality of tomorrow will be calm and cruel. But being able to read such stories and participate in their experiences is not a kind of luck, love and courage for me. I wrote a long list to express my feelings. The writing was not good, but I always felt it was a pity not to write it down. After all, it is elusive to encounter your favorite fairy tales when you grow up. I really want to read more stories about them. What kind of life did they live in another time and space? This is a powerful and good story that can give people a taste of the hard-earned sweetness in the bitter daily life. Thanks to the author, you also deserve happiness.

I also watched the total lunar eclipse this year!

Hahahahahaha little SR gang, three men and one woman are just right