[Comprehensive] If We Met

I came across this book while flipping through the spin-offs I had read, and I remember that the ghost story about blowing out candles and the saury stuck in my mind for a long, long time. So much so that when I mention saury now, I will think of this face-blind woman who loves to eat saury.

The last time I hid under the quilt and watched secretly before the high school entrance examination, the second time n years later. The Naruto part is the best written, with bonds, joy, growth and sadness. Chapter 2 is locked and I can't rate it, so I can only leave a little emotion at the end.

The article written eight years ago does have the same writing style as now, mature and rational, humorous and yet sad. The heroine's family is really awesome, but it is not Su Wen. If possible, I would rather Luochen is not the princess of the gods. Such an identity is destined to watch her friends grow old and die, and in the end she can only live alone in the temple (maybe there is no reincarnation at all). This is a article I read many years ago. I liked it very much at the time, and still do now!

Dad, I read the article a year ago, and now I suddenly think of reading a paragraph. The whole style of writing is mostly very funny. However, I am still very sad about Lord Itachi. I feel that he has been burdened with too much, and it has not been satisfactory in the end. In fact, I support Luo Chen and Itachi to be together, because there is always a kind of affection between the two of them, and Kakashi and Kakashi are like good friends, but respecting Dad's thinking, everything is just the path chosen by Itachi himself.

Meet again The legendary May 1st Labor Day is a wonderful holiday. In a long comment on an article, Xiao Zizi met you for the third time. It is not easy, so I applaud, but I still want to complain, someone should do a good job of labor reform on this Labor Day! So I happily meet everyone here again (Hey, actually you are here to complain, you must be right!) As one of the founders of Bai Qian Sect, how can I not pass away the leader of the religion? No, it is another smooth ending. Xiao Yezi is here again for a stroll. The following is the text. I continue to pretend to be a literary girl, but with the magical existence of Luochen and the leader, it is very literary no matter how you say it... The snow is still falling, accumulating bit by bit into empty memories. I can't recall your face, it seems that I have never forgotten it, but your smile and your warmth are forever engraved in my heart and lingering. How long is a person's journey? Decades? A hundred years? So how long will it take you to miss me? What about being a high-ranking god? Is it thousands of years or tens of thousands of years of loneliness? My world is too small. In the past, the few relatives and the servants who were devoted to me were all I had. Thousands of years have passed, but I still hold on to my innocence. So what if I can't remember? If you can't accept it, stay away from me. I don't want to see any of your conceited faces, and I won't remember it. It's just that the reality was too cruel. Before I could step out of the shelter of my family, the building collapsed overnight, leaving me no chance to choose or miss. Was it snowing so heavily that day? It's just that when a person closes his eyes, he seems to be able to recall the last whisper of the most familiar person in his ear. No matter how out-of-line and unreliable it seems, we have the courage and pride of being kings, that is, we will never compromise! Then what? Just like the falling snowflakes, then there are long stretches of blank space. As time goes by, I don't remember the faces of those passers-by, nor their names. I only know that I have the same appearance and the same name. Like a spell waiting to be unlocked. Then the monotonous life seemed to have color and suddenly became vivid, and then I quietly indulged myself. Friendship seemed to be a very good thing. It seems that I don't know how to get along with these overly enthusiastic people, but what does it matter? Am I not here just to pick up the family ties left in the gaps of time? So what does the rest matter? In fact, I will leave sooner or later, and return to that pure white and deserted world with only a few people. In fact, I understand everything, but I never say it, because if I say it, will it be useful? There are two worlds, three thousand worlds. I am so lucky to be able to foresee you, my friends, my partners and even my lover. That is something I have never expected in my long life, especially when I have lost everything and only have time. Now that I have it, can I be greedy and turn him into an eternal memory. Obviously everything can end like this, why should I be bound to this white snow forever? When the scepter shattered, it seemed that my dream, my kind of life, was also shattered together, although I seemed to have never had such a thing as a dream... All I knew was that I was walking alone in this desolate world with the same name and gradually disintegrating memories, unable to remember a person's face. At that time, I wondered if I could find a place where I would no longer wander. Then there will be that deserted white outline emerging, maybe there is only one person, it would be good to be there, but where is it? If you don't know, don't think about it. This is a good habit. But now I am going to be imprisoned here forever, and I am really... Unwilling to do so. How could I betray you? Why use such a decisive method... So in the end I had to say goodbye, and I was forced to break the promise. There is never a promise left unspoken... There's nothing wrong with it, right? But everything returned to its original calm. "Ella, I'm back..." Isn't this different? At least I have relatives around me now. This is not me waiting for a thousand years, persisting for a thousand years, wandering three thousand worlds just for that familiar look back. Even if it is not the original appearance, the original life, and the original memories, what maintains our existence is the connection of blood, which will not fade with the passage of time. So as long as there are still memories, it will be fine. The girl looked very holy, with an expressionless face and a complicated dress, and she followed the man obediently. In the pure white world, a back figure of pure white and illusory holiness is left. Is this the end? In fact, it is just a new beginning, from this pure white world... Is it true that God is supposed to be carefree? If you fall in love, is it doomed to be painful? Because I have lived too long, I miss you for a longer time and suffer for a longer time. I am destined to be forgotten in the world without you. Maybe so. A long, long time ago, before I met you, I only had that meager but strongest bond. But in these three thousand worlds, I actually met you. If we met and then forgot each other, no, it was just that you forgot me. So I should be lucky that I have enough time to wait and get to know each other again... The gods are not heartless, but they are so far apart in time that even they have forgotten it. They were too careless and lost the deepest feelings and the best memories in the chaotic time and space. So if you are lucky, please let me meet you again. If we meet, we will get to know each other again. (Alas, here I am pretending to be a literary girl again. I am actually writing reviews and playing with the girls in the group. Why do two of them abandon me like this? Why do you move so quickly? I am so sad, so I have to postpone it, but I still have to get it done on Labor Day, so I am here...)

Sigh... I stayed up late to finish reading... I'm so sleepy... I feel very emotional, but I feel like I have no way to express it. But this is the first time I've seen Su Wen full of complaints... This is Su Wen, it's Su Wen!

Sentiment is the constant feeling ~ No matter how embarrassing it is ~ I still can't be very happy ~ There are always gaps in life, and old things, old people, and old things~the real thing~is the past.

I didn't watch the extra and thought it was a bit disappointing! After watching the extra episode, I found some toiletries! I watched the last episode. . . . . . . . . I want to cry. . . . .

Alas, I also like Itachi more, Kakashi... That's a cup of tea.

Someone really wants to burst into tears = = Our Itachi-sama is so worthless...