Late Marriage

Beside the bonfire at night, the firelight reflected Lin Yue's face, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face, which was as gentle and gentle as the evening breeze blowing on his face. She sat with her legs crossed, while a friend beside her took a sign and read it out loud: How is your first love doing now? Lin Yue was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, he is very good, but it has nothing to do with me anymore. Everyone was surprised. The second question is, are the first person you like and the first love the same person? This time she shook her head gently without hesitation and replied, no. Maybe the atmosphere at that time was too suitable for talking, Lin Yue said softly, the first person I liked was in high school. He had a nice smile and was very polite to people, but he had someone he liked, so he didn't know that I also liked him. Standing in the shadow, Gu Xingzhi clenched his fists and stared at the slim figure next to the dancing flames, his throat aching. He heard someone ask, if your first love stood in front of him, who would you choose? Lin Yue thought for a while and gave an unexpected answer: "I won't choose anyone. Just keep those good things in our memories. None of us can be sure whether the person in our memory has changed or whether we like the phantom in our memory or the real him. Just keep the best parts of us to each other. At that time, she slowly confided in the crowd, thinking that this was the ending, but she did not expect that there would be a longer-term sequel in the near future. Then one day, Boss Gu, who was usually gentle and restrained, smelled of alcohol and hugged Lin Yue tightly, as if he was trying to rub the person in his arms into his body. His hot breath fell behind her ears and begged with difficulty: "Lin Yue, stay with me, please..." No matter how confident a person is, they will feel inferior in the world of love, even if they are a high-ranking god. Over the long years, a comet suddenly appeared, and a violent wind blew up I never wanted to be single, but I had a premonition that I would marry later. —Li Zongsheng's "Late Marriage" This is probably a heart-warming story, an anecdote between two gentle and tough people. I think I am wishful thinking, but in fact I am also the protagonist in the other person's story. "Mediocre" little writer & CEO of entertainment company Running to he in both directions Life is too hard, you have to learn to find sweets by yourself. Intention: Embrace a better self