[No real-life inspirations. Not realistic. Just here for fun. Over-the-top melodrama. If anything bothers you, don't read.]
After graduation, Song Zhixi boldly confessed to her crush, Jiang Jingze. "I like you!"
Jiang Jingze coldly rejected her. "Sorry, I'm not interested in you."
Song Zhixi had self-respect and knew her worth. She immediately smiled, turned, and walked away. "Okay, I won't bother you again, Jiang."
The lovesick feelings of her youth had nowhere to go, and the poems she wrote about them wouldn't leave her alone. So she picked up her pen and turned the story of loving him into a novel, as a keepsake.
When she first published it, nobody saw her writing.
There was only one reader, who kept encouraging and supporting her in the comments, giving her the strength to finish the story.
"The author writes well. Keep it up. I'll always be here."
"Thank you for supporting me, my lovely reader!"
"You're going to keep getting better, Author. Your future looks bright."
"Author, forget about him. He doesn't deserve you."
"More and more people are finding your work. You'll meet many more people in the future, people far better than him. Maybe one day you'll look back and think that the boy you loved when you were young wasn't all that special."
Later, she really did become a wildly popular, bestselling author, and found a wonderful partner who was a better match for her.
At nine in the morning on September 9, she posted a wedding photo on Weibo. The girl in the picture was beaming with happiness, and the regrets of her youth had faded into nothing.
Jiang Jingze typed his final comment: "This is the last time I'll comment, Author. Congratulations on your wedding! May you grow old together and be happy forever."
The one who had always stayed by her side and supported her was him.
Theme: A silent love
Ahhhh, I cried so much that my face was filled with tears and runny nose. I still don't understand why something as beautiful as love is separated by birth, old age, illness and death. When they were 18 years old, they got connected because of books, and when they were 28 years old, they also separated because of books. He walked in that late spring, and from then on there was no more Jiang Jingze in the world, and Song Zhixi would never see his patron saint again. "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves." Jiang Jing means that you will always live in the spring when Song Zhixi was 18 years old, the most beautiful age and the most beautiful season.
I have been to your comment area as the first one (pensive face)
In fact, like classmate Xiao Song, I also wrote out the secrets trapped in my heart, weaving a perfect two-dimensional world for them, and let her in the story realize for me all the things I longed for but could never achieve. But at the end of the story, I woke up from a dream and broke all the illusions with my own hands. Song Zhixi said that people will eventually be trapped in the things they can't get when they are young, but she won't. I think I will, but I won't either. The person I loved with all my heart when I was young may one day let go, but I can never ignore the gap in my life about him, even though the ending is never unsolvable, so I envy her, very, very much.
Young secret love, if you don't tell it, no one will know, it's a pity
I burst into tears when I saw the sentence "Life is like a summer flower and there is no such person"??? Maybe God favors some people and does not let others go.
Although I already knew the "routine", my heart still couldn't help but twitch when I saw it
I cried to death, be, the rice dumplings are well written!!!
TAT, so sad
I really like the author's writing style. After reading the story, I had an indescribable feeling in my heart, but I think Jiang Jing just turned into wind, flowers, snow, and moon to accompany Xiao Song.
Come and see!! When I suddenly saw the contact letter, my eyes were a little wet. It was so nice to get a response. Now that I think about it, it is really easy for people to regret and stop at a young age, especially for those around 17 years old. Those things that we want to hold on to but ultimately fail to stay because of fate, and those fantasies that fail to come true in the end, we call them difficult to reconcile. The abundance of life and material wealth sometimes cannot make things easy, so don't let it go and carry it forward. One day we will be so strong that we don't care, one day regrets will become a joke, and one day we will understand that loss is just loss. Maybe it was a trick of God. At the moment when he loved her most and wanted to continue his happiness the most, his emotional bud was strangled and his fate was judged. But I think he is happy. The regret may have become a regret, but the heroine has a bright and bright future. It is gratifying. Thank you for his love for not letting her wither, and thank you for her courage and enterprising spirit that allowed her to reap the good things of life. If you have no right to worry about me in this life, I will see you in heaven later.