She met him when she was about to grow up but had not yet grown up. Before she learned how to like someone, she had already met someone who liked her so much. Was she too lucky or not lucky enough?
When she passed through the years that passed like a torrential river, and reviewed the rights and wrongs of those years, the evidence that many of the words she blurted out had changed beyond recognition in later memories was conclusive and could not be denied.
She saw that she was 12 years old. At that time, she was still wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose that looked very much like the dean of students. She was walking through the long corridor of the teaching building wearing the same bloated uniform and cotton-padded jacket of junior high school. She had no idea that from this time on, the rich colors of the years had actually begun to emerge. And in those days when she was wasting her time, all she saw when she raised her eyes was the distance.
Gu Xingchen's joke pierced his heart.
She began to rummage through boxes and cabinets looking for traceable things like postcards, greeting cards, emails, chat records, etc., So as to piece together the lost memories bit by bit to form a complete story. Suddenly, she discovered that Rashomon actually existed in everyone's memory. We unconsciously put ourselves in a favorable position to outline our memories, but such memories are actually far from the truth at that time.