There is a rustling sound in the forest wind, and the gentle and graceful raindrops are like a lover gently holding a beautiful woman's slender waist. The wind and rain entangled silently, weaving into a fine net, gently trapping the heaven and earth together with this small room. The woman stood up and walked to the bookshelf, picked up a volume, and slowly unfolded it...
Suddenly, a piece of paper floated out!
The words "Shangguan Wan'er" are clearly written on it. The handwriting is stroke by stroke, showing a serious and childish look, just like the writing of a child who has just learned to read.
This is?
I did not write this. Imitation? Who is imitating my handwriting?
Memories come flooding back. Unconsciously, a drop of tear fell on the piece of paper, and the ink stains smeared... Shangguan Wan'er hurriedly wiped it with her sleeve, but the more she wiped, the more blurry and messy it became.
The wind whistled, causing the bamboo curtains to rub against each other and sending chills down people's spines. She suddenly felt desolate in her heart: Life is like this, the tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop. Just when you don't think about it and think you have completely let go, it suddenly bursts out from a hiding place and gives you a head-on blow.
"I regret it!"
Hearing this, the man stopped and turned his face slightly: "What do you regret?"
"I regret... That I didn't kiss you more when we were in love!"
Purpose: Cooperate with garbage classification and strive to be civilized citizens.
