Among all living beings, we are all ordinary people. We go to and from get off work every day, gather with friends, do laundry and cook. Speaking of which, life is like a running account, without passion or excitement. Even if you are occasionally surprised, it is just celebrity gossip or family gossip.
But in the dead of night, a flower petal blown by a breeze, or a sentence from a talk show on TV, will suddenly reach the softest place in the heart, uncover the corner covered by time, and see the person who thought he had forgotten it, but has always been stationed in his heart.
There are no ups and downs in the story, only endless thoughts that have been entangled for 18 years. In Huang Keyun's simple and plain days, she still silently left a place for Chen Baihua in her heart. Ye Qingcheng once said: Adult love is just knowing the other person's life and death, and then continuing to live.
I'm talking about them, and it seems like I'm also talking about us who read the book. Maybe, we are all Huang Keyun, or there is a Huang Keyun beside us...
Intention: In ordinary life, we can also have small beauties and memories of the past in our hearts.