This is a love journey lasting eighteen years.
This is a story about love and non-love, persistence and abandonment on campus and family.
It often swims in my dreams and exists deep in my soul.
As soon as I close my eyes, those characters, dialogues, and scenes float around in my mind.
As soon as I opened my eyes, they disappeared without a trace.
They are so alive. The interesting and fearless demeanor; the persistent and struggling eyes; the cheerful and sad words, all of them shocked me,
I can't wait to put together the trajectory of this life and show it to you.
But, I am afraid:
I am afraid that words are not enough to express what I want to express;
I'm afraid that my dull writing style won't be able to write such vivid and lovely characters.
Year after year, three spring and autumn passed.
Those people kept lingering on my pillow and in my ears, whispering earnestly: "Write quickly, write quickly, show us to others. We have grown up, and we have waited too long."
So I picked up the pen and told you what they wanted to express and what they experienced through my own hands.
I tried my best to smell the aura floating in the air, and smelled the smell of love, hate, and sadness.
Since ancient times, every ordinary person will have a precious memory in their ordinary life, even if it is just for a moment.
Yours, mine, bit by bit, faintly...
If you have ever tried desperately to pursue it. . .
If you are also longing to love and be loved. . .
If you have ever felt what I feel. . .
So let me take you on the heroine's eighteen-year love journey!
Ding Yi