When young, one knows not the taste of sorrow, yet loves to climb high.
Loving to climb high, one forces oneself to write new lyrics and feign sorrow.
Now, having tasted sorrow in full, one wishes to speak, then stops.
Wishing to speak, then stopping, one says instead: What a lovely cool autumn day.
A mute child named Luo Xiaoqian, along with five other children, acts out a tangled tale called “love.”
Childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree.
Their emotional ups and downs are all because they are too young.
They say,
Meeting the right person at the wrong time brings heartbreak.
Meeting the wrong person at the right time brings a sigh.
Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is absurdity.
Meeting the right person at the right time brings lifelong happiness.
So what about them? When did they meet, and what kind of people were they to each other? Will they find happiness?
I think that no matter how things end, they learned something in those years: how to grow up.
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I spent an evening reading it, it was so touching. My eyes have always been sore, and the writing is very plain, but it contains a lot of true feelings.
My stubbornness decided that I would disappear for the rest of my life, even though I loved him deeply.
Well, it's a bad habit. I'll read the article I like until I read it.
Well worth it.
I really like this article. The previous plot is quite heavy, but the ending still makes me laugh out loud.
I always feel that this story is not over yet. I hope to see the scene where Xiao Luo speaks! ! 5
La la la, let's take a look at the cover~~ I'll give you a bunch of flowers by the way~~ It's Shuiyun~~O(∩_∩)O~
Finished reading
This relationship has a happy ending, all thanks to Nono's persistence and perseverance.
As the story develops, I see Nono's growth. If Xiao Luo doesn't want to be treated unfairly (actually it's just his own feeling, Xiao Nuo doesn't think so), he should work hard
It looks like there won't be any more extra episodes, but I always feel like it's not over yet. I hope to see the scene where Xiao Luo speaks, the moment when Nono's ideal comes true, and the hope that Nono can get true happiness...
The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors.
Falling in love with the upper floors, I express my sorrow in order to compose new words.
Now that I know all the sorrow, I can't stop talking.
He wanted to say no, but he said it was a cool day in autumn.
Their lives are green-brown vines entangled with each other in midsummer, entangled with a lifetime of lingering love.
Soft, delicate and elegant brushstrokes. In his silent youthfulness, he outlines the warmth of despair. Intangible sadness and sweet sadness.
In the eight years since he left, the indescribably warm orange-red color of longing and emotion faded to the extreme, and was stained with the gray-black color of loneliness. The withered yellow leaves of autumn fell in his heart so ignorantly and unintentionally, and the desolate decadence and emptiness bloomed everywhere. She was like a touch of strange deep purple that came into the lonely and deep heart of this young man. She is to him, or he is to her, who is whose chick? The sky is still blue and clear, and we who are young don't know anything. He wrote carefully on the white paper with a sincere expression.
It's okay to love you, boyfriend, but not. She cried. What is this color?
Because he has another him who loves him, so he knows, even though he doesn't say anything. He also understood him, the enchanting, unbridled person who took care of himself but still didn't belong to him, that person. What cannot be carried by the wind is the indescribable and endless obsession in the slow autumn wind. Who is easier to break, string or string?
Flowers bloom all over the ground. Open for whom. Only the flower knows.
They were still together, longing and dependent. Reality may be cruel, self-esteem and pride are like flying and falling dust, the destroyed beauty of despair, the fragmented and bone-breaking pain and regret that ripples in the autumn colors. They are happy when they love each other, but the price is also heavy. You never know how far away the sunshine is from you, and how long you have to wait before you can touch it. That one ten thousandth of the heat, but love must also be beautiful.
Hurtful words must also be caused by love. Do you feel pain? I feel pain too. It hurts terribly.
Beloved is silent.
Perhaps this kind of single-minded relationship is because there are too few in reality.
That's why I feel so touched ~ yet real ~
I spent an evening reading it, it was so touching. My eyes have always been sore, and the writing is very plain, but it contains a lot of true feelings.
My stubbornness decided that I would disappear for the rest of my life, even though I loved him deeply.
Well, it's a bad habit. I'll read the article I like until I read it. Well worth it.
I really like this article. The previous plot is quite heavy, but the ending still makes me laugh out loud.
I always feel that this story is not over yet. I hope to see the scene where Xiao Luo speaks! ! 5
La la la, let's take a look at the cover~~ I'll give you a bunch of flowers by the way~~ It's Shuiyun~~O(∩_∩)O~
Damn, please write a sequel... Please please please please. . . . . .
Finished reading This relationship has a happy ending, all thanks to Nono's persistence and perseverance. As the story develops, I see Nono's growth. If Xiao Luo doesn't want to be treated unfairly (actually it's just his own feeling, Xiao Nuo doesn't think so), he should work hard It looks like there won't be any more extra episodes, but I always feel like it's not over yet. I hope to see the scene where Xiao Luo speaks, the moment when Nono's ideal comes true, and the hope that Nono can get true happiness...
The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I can't stop talking. He wanted to say no, but he said it was a cool day in autumn. Their lives are green-brown vines entangled with each other in midsummer, entangled with a lifetime of lingering love. Soft, delicate and elegant brushstrokes. In his silent youthfulness, he outlines the warmth of despair. Intangible sadness and sweet sadness. In the eight years since he left, the indescribably warm orange-red color of longing and emotion faded to the extreme, and was stained with the gray-black color of loneliness. The withered yellow leaves of autumn fell in his heart so ignorantly and unintentionally, and the desolate decadence and emptiness bloomed everywhere. She was like a touch of strange deep purple that came into the lonely and deep heart of this young man. She is to him, or he is to her, who is whose chick? The sky is still blue and clear, and we who are young don't know anything. He wrote carefully on the white paper with a sincere expression. It's okay to love you, boyfriend, but not. She cried. What is this color? Because he has another him who loves him, so he knows, even though he doesn't say anything. He also understood him, the enchanting, unbridled person who took care of himself but still didn't belong to him, that person. What cannot be carried by the wind is the indescribable and endless obsession in the slow autumn wind. Who is easier to break, string or string? Flowers bloom all over the ground. Open for whom. Only the flower knows. They were still together, longing and dependent. Reality may be cruel, self-esteem and pride are like flying and falling dust, the destroyed beauty of despair, the fragmented and bone-breaking pain and regret that ripples in the autumn colors. They are happy when they love each other, but the price is also heavy. You never know how far away the sunshine is from you, and how long you have to wait before you can touch it. That one ten thousandth of the heat, but love must also be beautiful. Hurtful words must also be caused by love. Do you feel pain? I feel pain too. It hurts terribly. Beloved is silent.
Perhaps this kind of single-minded relationship is because there are too few in reality. That's why I feel so touched ~ yet real ~