Copy 1: When she was in school, she always felt that the teacher's apartment was very large and more comfortable than the student dormitory.
But after moving in, she discovered that the place was empty and there were very few teachers like her who had lived in the school dormitories for a long time.
After meeting someone important, Xian Ran no longer likes to be alone.
Until later when she went to college, Wang Lulu was always around her. She hadn't felt this lonely for a long time.
Lying on the bed, in her dream, the boy wearing school uniform appeared and walked beside her.
There was also Wang Lulu who helped her hide the small note, and Xu Ziran who helped Cheng Hao deliver the small note.
Copywriting 2: She covered up the past, she revealed the past, but no matter what she did, he still loved her.
In these ordinary days, we speak a few words, but the time speaks a thousand words. The sun was shining, the day I left was also bright.
Xian Ran was holding flowers, and Cheng Hao was holding a box of jujube cakes, a snack that his mother rarely liked.
The cemetery is on a mountain, surrounded by healthy green. To climb up the mountain, you have to walk through long steps and climb halfway up the mountain.
The narrow steps are just right for two people to walk side by side.
"Do you think it's weird? I let my mother live here." The location of the cemetery is neither Qingzhuang nor any familiar place, but it is indeed my mother's home.
Xian Ran endured choking and her voice was dry and hoarse, "My mother's biological mother lives here."
"My mother is the child my grandma carried from here."
Cheng Hao tightened his grip on the box and her hand.
Motto: Don't give up on the present because of the past.