Reborn in Splendor

No, author, I have so much resentment. I looked back and found out that the article was written 10 years ago, and the possibility of even asking you to revise it is so small QAQ But I still have to post it, really, I feel so resentful. . . . The atmosphere of the modeling industry, Yao Qi's image as a model, Zhong Yuan as a person, and the interaction between the two are all very attractive. When the three people's perspectives are switched, Fed is more like adjusting the atmosphere. It has a very honest feeling and childish description. And the sense of presence is average, I believe the other two will be together at that time. Especially in the kiss scene where the glasses were removed, the phone rang, the distance suddenly widened, but after a few seconds they started to kiss deeply. At that time, the passionate and deep pursuit, companionship, and protection... I never thought that Zhongyuan's single-mindedness would become the reason for separation. The author said that he doesn't know why Gut Gut changed people. I think the character's personality is probably the final answer. Half of Zhong Yuan's obsession with Lin Rui was due to his relationship with Yao Qi. The chaos and shock cannot be dealt with in a short period of time, and the author does not know how to come back. Yao Zhong's attractive, deep, and familiar bitter love overlaps one by one This love affair came to an abrupt end, and the Fed painting style was changed one by one You are tired, you are injured, it doesn't matter, I will take you away. No effort required, just relax naturally, I pamper you, and you respond to me. Slowly attach to each other and never separate. I guess I haven't fixed the article yet. The Fed's simple warmth and silent inertial companionship are not a good foreshadowing. Zhong Yuan's presence and role are outstanding, but the writing seems a bit unfinished. As for Yao Qi's psychology in choosing the Fed, whether it is from the front or from the side, it feels simpler than to mention it in one stroke. In fact, I think there can be a breaking point here, which is more fragmented... Although it is super difficult to write. Well, maybe you have other ideas and interpretations. Later, I just omitted some explanations like relying on the actions of the fed, and then... I have so much resentment... I was attracted by the fragility and struggle of Yao Qi in this article, but the description of the child ends here, and the ending is as follows for the time being. QAQ

Suddenly I felt that Lin Rui's death was so tragic. It would have been great if Lin Rui had a good ending~ Let's add a little more Lin Rui's role. It would be nice to have a side story where he hears the news of Yao Qi's death and starts taking drugs~

A loyal dog? The ending is good

How did Lin Rui die? Which one died first??

Haha... So sweet~ Ruirui is indeed pure 0, so loving~

I really want to watch more extras about Ruirui and FED. That person is so sweet.

Wow, Lin Rui is usually a taciturn person, so asking him to talk about love is a bit difficult for him, hahaha...

Alas, Lin Rui and Yao Qi obviously loved each other so much, but in the end they were separated from each other. It was so tragic...

This extra!!!! It's my big thunder, big thunder, legendary, peerless, and according to the text, there is no room for maneuver. Even rebirth and time travel cannot destroy the disintegrating big thunder——BE

There is a person who has protected me for ten years, In my first year, fourth grade of elementary school, I unconsciously held the cold hand of a transfer student under the light. The next year, I calmly accepted the gifts that his Dutch father gave to my son when he came to China every two years, and then gave them to others as he pleased. In the third year, for the first time, someone said that she and he were a couple. She blushed angrily and hid in the corner crying. In the fourth year and the first year of junior high school, I didn't realize what it meant for a boy who lived in the north of the city and went to school in the north of the city to ride to the south of the city to accompany me on my one-stop walk home. In the fifth year, I told him about my first love, a gangster boy who looked very much like Aaron Kwok, who had just debuted. In the sixth year, I committed suicide and disappeared from everyone's sight. I told him that I was pregnant with someone's child, but there were many but he said I would be responsible. In the seventh year, I returned to the classroom of the third grade of junior high school again. As a freshman in a key high school, he gave me a purple gemstone ring, and I threw it into a pile of street stall jewelry. Perhaps he had seen the most depraved side of me, and I began to show off my love history to him unscrupulously. In the eighth year, I didn't contact him very often, but I still received the most exquisite gifts on birthdays and New Year's Eve. In the ninth year, when I was in my senior year of high school, he always came to give me tutoring when I was in my second year of high school and was very weak in subjects. In the tenth year, when I confessed to him that he had not been admitted to the medical school of University B, which was out of reach for me, my reply was that I had a lover whom I loved deeply. That person was my first online dating. Like all people who have just started online dating, it started with a bang and ended calmly. In the eleventh year, we were admitted to two different universities. For the first time, we did not go to the south of the city and the north of the city, but we all went to the university town. But he told me that he had a very cute girlfriend. After that sentence in the eleventh year, we never had any contact again. Graduate from college, work for a few years, then quit your enviable job and start to feel free to be self-righteous. After my rebirth that year, I ignored everything. There were countless men around me, and there was no harmony. But I never held hands with the person who had been with me for the longest time. The time he mustered up the courage to kiss my forehead before the college entrance examination for the first time, I instinctively turned my head away and let his lips fall in my hair. CP or something, how could you know who it was from the beginning. On November 16, 2010, I made an appointment with him in 2000. On his birthday ten years later, I would go to him. If he was still willing..., How could he have the face to go to the appointment again? We have known each other for sixteen years, but have not contacted each other for eight years. I think of a sentence: "The days with you are almost as many as the days without you." Why is the face of a mixed-race boy so profound, and those soulful eyes have always been engraved in my mind. CP or something, if possible, I wish that life would just be like the first time we met. Under the dim light, I held your hand and said, "Let's play together." It wasn't until many years later that I learned about the profound meaning of amethyst. I also learned that a white gold ring inlaid with amethyst had been discarded in the corner. The only time in my life that I could touch the sincerity of another person, I had always discarded it. CP and all that, the CP that I thought would be with me forever, ended up being so ridiculous in the end. It's funny. I was writing my year-end summary in the afternoon and happened to listen to Bressanone. Now I listen to this song casually. Maybe I will continue to wander. Maybe a heartless person like me will not die well. Yesterday, I received a group invitation to a primary school class reunion. It was not the first time for these people who were graduating from junior high school to get together, but I didn't dare to go, for fear that if I saw him, I would be shameless and tell him. I seemed, probably, should, indeed, greedy for the warmth that I relied on at all times in the past, especially now that it is so cold. CP or something, it doesn't matter if it is converted or not. If it were not a novel, what would be left to us at most would be melancholy and the occasional lonely figure under the dusk light.