Weibo: @ Jinjiang Writer Little Superstar
[Suffering is ordinary, loss is ordinary, and so is every bit of love and tenderness.
Family + friendship + love + growth = a not-too-obtrusive love story for ordinary people]
Copy 1: Behind every female man, there is a bullshit father.
When I first moved in with Lao Qin, he lied to me that soy sauce soup was a fairy soup.
Later he would make Yangchun noodles, and later he would make boiled fish, sweet and sour pork ribs and even braised beef brisket.
Copy 2: When he first met Qin Yan, Song Ye thought she was a silly girl who could be easily bribed with a piece of chocolate.
Many years later, Song Ye realized that Qin Yan was the good girl that he couldn't exchange for money and silver.
Demining: 1. First person
2. Ordinary daily life
[The same family love story, please pre-order "Ten Letters to Mom"]
[Copywriting] This was the fifteenth day after my death. My mother buried my ashes in a cemetery next to a mountain and water.
My death came so suddenly that I didn't even have time to say a proper goodbye to my mother.
After taking care of the funeral, my mother said goodbye to my grandmother, went home alone, opened my bedroom, and found that my unfinished math draft and the English test paper that I had just handed out were still scattered on the table.
I didn't do well in this exam. I ranked fifteenth in the class. Compared with the last time, I fell five places.
I was actually scared, so I kept putting off taking the test papers to my mother for her signature. On the fifteenth day after my death, my mother discovered my test papers.
My mother held my test paper and said nothing.
I thought she would scold me with cold words as usual, but this time, she didn't.
She looked at my test paper without saying a word. After being silent for a long time, she suddenly broke out into a heartbreaking cry.
At this time, the doorbell at home rang.
"Express delivery——"
It was a letter, the first letter I wrote to my mother after my death.
Intention: Father's love is like a mountain