Midsummer Syndrome

· Full text completed/text third person/wb small fish roll one roll In the year of Weiyou's 10th anniversary concert, I had just gotten married. My husband walked with me in the supermarket. When we passed by the snack section, he put the potato chips I had put in the cart back on the shelf, saying that eating them was not nutritious. I replied warmly, and my husband happily praised me for being sensible. I avoided my husband's gaze and looked up at the electronic screen in the supermarket. I just happened to see the scrolling play—— Weiyou's 10th anniversary farewell concert. There were girls in school uniforms around who exclaimed in surprise and chatted happily. Standing in the bustling crowd, I suddenly thought of the summer in Nanling twelve years ago. At that time, he was not the shining star he is now. He was just a stone's throw away from me, holding his hand and asking me what the next class was. The last time I contacted him, I wished him a bright future. Later, he really had a smooth career, and the people who liked him were like the schools of fish that kept passing by at high tide. I was pushed to the edge and refused to give in, but I still inevitably became one ten millionth of him. His interview was playing on the screen, and he joked with a smile, saying that he quit the industry because he was no longer young and it was okay to be an eyesore in front of everyone. He said that if there is a chance in the future, he would like to see the sea in other places. There is no sea in Nanling. He is still the same as I remember him, but now I am wearing loose home clothes, and standing next to me is my husband, whom I met on a blind date, familiar but unfamiliar. I told my husband that this was my favorite star as a girl. The husband gave me a perfunctory look and said that you women all like this. He frowned, probably wanting to say something again. I interrupted him and said that I no longer liked it. When I said this, I suddenly heard the rapid heartbeat every time I saw Wei You. In the years that followed, I never experienced the same throbbing as before. Now I can openly say that I like him, but no one will care—— Just because this is an unattainable delusion, only one in ten million. Low into the dust. "I thought I couldn't get out of Nanling twelve years ago. Later, I realized that it was me who had never recovered from the Midsummer Syndrome." ·Be, no prototype, third person in the text. ·This article only has one main character: the heroine. The heroine will have a new life and find the meaning of her life. She is not a perfect character. There will be trial and error and hesitation. Please do not judge the copywriting (kowtow). Intention: Know how to cherish.