I Have a Love Story

After reading three works in a row, I found that the writing style is top-notch in Jinjiang in terms of shaping characters and situations, but as soon as the protagonist falls in love, it immediately seems like it was written by a different person and his soul was taken away, similar to chicken without ginger and scallion sauce, and sweet potato strips without sweetened plum powder.

I really like this author's articles. Every article is beautiful. There is no unnecessary nonsense. The plot is compact and the characters are vivid. It would be great if she still writes articles. It's a shame. Such a good author

Why can my wife come back? I really want to read my wife's new articles??

Chen Zui, with the blood-stained smile in his mink coat when we first met, with the dangerous charm under the midnight moonlight, with the deep and secret burning affection in the lonely years, took me, a stranger, to travel to that strange era and strange place on an unrelated night. I just stood in the elegant little living room, looking around blankly. I was an outsider and couldn't choose the beginning of the story, and naturally I couldn't change their ending. I touched the gramophone and every piece of vinyl record, and then watched them lingering charmingly on the stairs, carefully walking across the old-fashioned wooden floor of the small building, constantly worried that the phone would ring suddenly, and the lovers would be separated unexpectedly. I was so anxious and wanted to stop him from leaving in a hurry, and wanted to tell him that once he left, he would live and die with his lover forever. Fate has opened its cruel embrace and is waiting for him to fully invest himself in it before tearing him apart completely. I called out to him, but his voice disappeared into the air. He passed by me, his face pale and cold, and I burst into tears, feeling sad and desperate. This bright and beautiful person suddenly turned around and looked at me steadily, with shining stars in his eyes. At the critical moment of life and death, Can you say love? He asked me, Big tears fell from my eyes, and my heart wrinkled into a ball. I nodded and told him, Yes! Love does not need testing, Just follow your heart. He smiled at me, that smile was like the first drop of melted snow in early spring, still ice but with the temperature of spring, and he understood everything as if he was dying. He finally knows his own thoughts, and I think he also knows his lover's thoughts. I calmed down and walked out of the small building. The old classic car had already carried him to his destiny. I stood in the yard, it was bright, and I saw green shoots sprouting from the branches of the old trees. This is the end, I thought a little tiredly. It's just that he has chosen to face it generously and with love. This love will accompany them through the long winter of life, and finally lead to the day when the clouds clear and the sun appears.

Uh-huh, when can I see my wife writing new articles? I cry to death.

Today is the birthday of the God of Wealth. Firecrackers are being set off everywhere, and there is nothing to do. Come and wish Chen Zui a happy holiday.

I listened to the radio drama "I Have a Love" today. The conversation between Lao Ma and Chen Zui in the interrogation room almost made me burst into tears. I really loved this story.

A cruel and romantic dream, the top literary novel of the Republic of China in my heart.

Madam, I have been watching the ending of "Butter Flower" over and over recently. The world of sentient beings is just a fantasy. It is too cruel, but also too beautiful.

Chen Zui, with the blood-stained smile in his mink coat when we first met, with the dangerous charm under the midnight moonlight, with the deep and secret burning affection in the lonely years, took me, a stranger, to travel to that strange era and strange place on an unrelated night. I just stood in the elegant little living room, looking around blankly. I was an outsider and couldn't choose the beginning of the story, and naturally I couldn't change their ending. I touched the gramophone and every piece of vinyl record, and then watched them lingering charmingly on the stairs, carefully walking across the old-fashioned wooden floor of the small building, constantly worried that the phone would ring suddenly, and the lovers would be separated unexpectedly. I was so anxious and wanted to stop him from leaving in a hurry, and wanted to tell him that once he left, he would live and die with his lover forever. Fate has opened its cruel embrace and is waiting for him to fully invest himself in it before tearing him apart completely. I called out to him, but his voice disappeared into the air. He passed by me, his face pale and cold, and I burst into tears, feeling sad and desperate. This bright and beautiful person suddenly turned around and looked at me steadily, with shining stars in his eyes. At the critical moment of life and death, Can you say love? He asked me, Big tears fell from my eyes, and my heart wrinkled into a ball. I nodded and told him, Yes! Love does not need testing, Just follow your heart. He smiled at me, that smile was like the first drop of melted snow in early spring, still ice but with the temperature of spring, and he understood everything as if he was dying. He finally knows his own thoughts, and I think he also knows his lover's thoughts. I calmed down and walked out of the small building. The old classic car had already carried him to his destiny. I stood in the yard, it was bright, and I saw green shoots sprouting from the branches of the old trees. This is the end, I thought a little tiredly. It's just that he has chosen to face it generously and with love. This love will accompany them through the long winter of life, and finally lead to the day when the clouds clear and the sun appears.