Literary version:
Fifteen-year-old Su Weiwei could threaten seventeen-year-old Jiang Jin with all his teeth: If you dare to like someone else, I will bite you to death.
The only thing the seventeen-year-old Su Wei could say categorically to the nineteen-year-old Jiang Jin was: I will be with you forever.
Eighteen-year-old Su Weiyi could only cry to twenty-year-old Jiang Jin in his dreams: Where have you been?
The 26-year-old Su Weiyi could only sneer at the 28-year-old Jiang Jin: Eight years is enough for the Eighth Route Army to fight the Japanese back to their hometown. Do you think I will be stupid enough to still stand there and wait for you?
However, the promised life is not only after today, but also tomorrow, after tomorrow, there is still tomorrow's tomorrow.
Simple version:
A bloody story about childhood sweethearts, Lao Yan, separated and then reunited.
For those who are still reading:
Because I really like this story and want to write it well, and because I have been stuck recently, I looked back and found that the reason why I was stuck was because I messed up the writing early in the morning. Although I always had an outline of the story, it was not detailed, so I didn't notice it when I was writing. Gradually, this was wrong and that was wrong.
I know that I am very slow in updating articles, and this article is a modified version of "How Much Love". In fact, if you only read "How Much Love" for the results, but there are still people reading this article, I shamelessly speculated that this is because they support me, so I feel guilty for my sudden pause, but I want to be responsible for myself first, so please forgive me for my willfulness.
Of course, in order to make up for the trouble of reading the article, I quietly, um, updated an old article. You will find it under my column ^_^
Although, now that I'm reading the old article, I still think it's good. . . But I can only ask for your forgiveness. I can only offer this as compensation, which is better than nothing.
PS: I once lamented to a friend: "How Much Love" is the worst article I have ever written in my life.
A friend said: Don't speak too early, it's still too early in your life.
Only now do I know that what I said is true. There is no worst, only worse, sigh.
Pause locking the article, because it will be overturned and restarted, and you will probably wait until more than half of the article has been posted before reposting it.