Time Never Slows Down

[Please give advance notice to the columns of the follow-up articles "Why don't you just rely on me to like you", "My Best Mr. Bo" and "He Came for Her"~] ————- Redemption: Xiang Wen, the female protagonist is a photographer, and the male protagonist is not kind. Meng Yao once had a name, Meng Shiyan, but later she moved away and changed her name. At that time, she liked someone, but he didn't like her and even hated her for a time. After many years, they met again. He had a female companion by his side, but she was alone. While waiting for the waiter to drive up, he suddenly turned around and looked at her. It was a cold winter night, with bright lights at the hotel entrance. He turned sideways, with a smile on his lips and deep eyes. He said, Miss Meng, have we met before? Meng Yao smiled and did not answer. She had liked him for ten years and never said it. ——You are a firework in the world that makes me look up to this day. ———— Fei Mingyi has a treacherous mind that no one can see through. He has countless female companions around him, and no one can stay with him forever. He was not a long-term lover, but he remembered a girl with a tear mole at the corner of her eye for ten years. ———— Pre-receipt copy 1: "My Best Mr. Bo" When Awu was fifteen years old, a Mr. Bo moved into the old house. Mr. Bo was frail and sickly, and it was said that he would not survive until the age of twenty-four. Ah Wu felt very sorry. Mr. Bo is very good-looking, with gentle eyebrows. When he holds a book and leans on the sofa to read, he is like the bright moon in the spring breeze and the gurgling plum wine. Ah Wu felt that he had to let such a good-looking person live a better life. Awu tried every means to be nice to Mr. Bo. Give him food and toys. But one day when she ran back with the plum wine newly brewed by her grandma in town to please him, Mr. Bo was no longer in the old house. She asked her uncle where Mr. Bo was. The uncle said: Mr. Bo has gone home. Ah Wu thought that Mr. Bo had probably gone home to prepare for his funeral. Awu felt a little unhappy for a long time after that. A year later, when Mr. Bo was twenty-four, she thought he should be dead. She was very sad. Later, as Awu grew up, he always thought that Mr. Bo was dead. She paid homage to him alone, and did not forget to offer him his favorite cakes during the Qingming Festival. But one day, she was ordered to go to an antique shop in Xiping, and she saw her Mr. Bo again. She said aren't you dead? Mr. Bo asked her: Who said I was dead? Ah Wu said: They all said you died at the age of twenty-four! Mr. Bo listened and wiped the candied haws crumbs from the corner of her mouth with his fingers. He smiled and said, "I haven't eaten my awu yet. Why would I want to die?" Sweet pet article, a big man in the antique world VS a young girl from a family of cultural relic restoration Pre-receipt copy 3: "You just rely on me to like you" Zhan Yinong was once again robbed of her boyfriend by Gu Baoqing. She didn't want to work hard. He ran to find Gu Mingsen. She said: I was bullied by Gu Baoqing, you have to take responsibility! Gu Mingsen was playing cards with several partners in the business district. He glanced at the angry and confident woman standing in front of her and smiled. Three years ago, she woke up from his bed after being drunk. She was shocked and said: Uncle Gu, you don't have to be responsible for me. It's because I'm young and ignorant. Just forget about this! After saying that, he rolled up one of his white shirts and hurried out. From then on, I didn't dare to get even half a step closer to him. Asking for responsibility three years later? Gu Mingsen chuckled, and finally replied casually: OK. Gu Baoqing saw Zhan Yinong entering her third uncle's Rolls-Royce, then raised her eyebrows provocatively at her and walked away, her eyes widened and her teeth gritted—— ——Zhan Yinong, you are cruel! Zhan Yinong had never thought of his rival trying to pry him into a corner. Unexpectedly, he ended up falling into a trap! Small theater: A Nong: Uncle Gu, actually I have always wanted to return this white shirt, but I never had the chance... Gu Mingsen: Then you can return it now. How you wore it when you left, and how you wear it now, you can return it. A Nong: Huh... Zhan Yinong always felt that the third uncle of the Gu family liked her. She just wanted to give it a try that day, and then died after trying... A story about pampering your wife easily. The male protagonist is five years older than the female protagonist. Pre-receipt copy 3: "He Came for Her" As the daughter of the Meng Group, everyone found it a bit unreasonable that Meng Chengxi liked the second son of the Gu family. Gu Jingshen is indeed good-looking, but he is cold and unapproachable, which is really unpleasant. What's more, he was only taken back by the Gu family when he was sixteen years old. He was not treated well, and he didn't look like the heir of the Gu family. Meng Chengxi was unmoved. She just liked Gu Jingshen and planned to continue to like him. She worked hard to be nice to Gu Jingshen, even if Gu Jingshen looked at her with disgust. She always thought that if she persisted, he would be moved by her one day. But one day, news came that Gu Jingshen was getting engaged to the daughter of the Bo family. Meng Chengxi attended their engagement ceremony and watched him put the ring on her. At that moment, she gave up completely. She went overseas to study, cut off all contact, and never wanted to return to this sad place. Three years later, she returned from her studies and became a top jewelry designer. At the celebration banquet, people mingled with each other, wearing fragrant clothes and shadows on their temples. She walked through the crowd to get another glass of wine, and Gu Jingshen was also standing there. He held the wine glass, lowered his eyes, and said in a very calm voice, "You are back." Gu Jingshen walked alone for sixteen years, carrying all the haze. He knew that the girl liked him, but if he didn't clear away those hazes and obstacles, what would he do to welcome her. Intention: Why don't we start from scratch?