What kind of fate is it? It's all a routine!
"Have you known me before?"
"Yeah" the man was a little embarrassed. "It's just that you don't seem to remember me much."
He looked aggrieved.
"Pfft, don't do that. It seems like I'm bullying you."
"It doesn't matter..." The man paused, "If it were you, I would..."
…
Many years later.
The man wrote a line on a postcard.
"Ah Fu, I've finished writing, are you okay?" He clipped the postcard to the wall full of paper filled with people's blessings and yearnings for life, and turned to ask the man.
"Okay." The man chuckled at him.
The other person leaned closer to him.
"What did you write?"
"Can't tell you."
"Why?" The other party seemed a little unhappy.
"... If you read what I wrote in front of me... I will be shy..."
The two of them were very close, and the man's voice was so magnetic that the other person's face turned red without even realizing it.
"I, I just don't want to look... Really, why are you so shy..." His eyes were wandering around.
"Haha, let's go home." He took the other person's hand and walked out the door...
The wind blew up the two postcards stuck on the wall...
——Perhaps, not all love is long-lasting and "affectionate"
Others, maybe
Seeing the color makes you interested.
——The wind will never stop, so our love is also eternal.
Concept: Some love does not necessarily have to be so beautiful. Perhaps falling in love at first sight is also the happiness of their dependence on each other.