1.
"Everything here touches me freshly, especially you, Liang Liang."
"I know I am not a qualified teacher, but I hope I can help you graduate and bring our encounter to a successful conclusion."
They believed it.
The next autumn, a group of children of different ages took turns waiting at the mountain pass.
Liang Liang watched the whole process in silence, not saying a word as her companions' hopes were fading day by day.
2.
Seeing Luo Jiaheng again, he became her blind date.
He seemed to be acting normally, but when he sat down, his left calf lightly touched the chair leg, causing a metallic buzzing sound.
"Liang Shan? Hello, I am Luo Jiaheng."
Like waking up from a big dream, she stretched out her right hand to hold it with him, and they were separated by one touch.
"Hello."
The rest of the words were swallowed back.
She couldn't speak to the stump of the leg.
3.
A few years later, at the televised awards ceremony, the always mysterious writer Zhan Zhixing appeared in front of the media for the first time.
Holding the second Best Screenplay Award in his writing career, he stood firmly on the stage, his brows clear and his smile light and airy.
"Thanks to my wife," he raised the trophy, almost as if teasingly: "Her questions are always more difficult than those of reporters. Today I have the courage to experience this award in person."
"Her love for me always contains a bit of sarcasm," he laughed. "I had no choice but to write this script in response."
Luo Jiaheng tilted his head and placed a kiss on the trophy, his eyebrows soft and sparkling like spring water.
The flash lights under the stage were all connected at this time.
His voice was like a clear chime, and he repeated: "Thank you, my love."
"——The prosthetic limb of my inspiration"
Liang Shan, who was watching the live broadcast in front of the screen, remained silent, turned down the page, turned his head, and covered his face deeply.
What should I do? She has no face to see anyone.
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In short, a story of [a river from chaotic rain to trickling water to rolling streams merges into a steadily flowing river]
Instructions for consumption:
1. The male protagonist's left leg was amputated below the knee.
I think it would be cool to have a mechanical prosthetic leg
2. There is an age difference of 6 years, and the relationship only started after marriage.
3. Reunion after a long absence, marriage first, love later, two-way healing, he
*I like to revise forward, but I will write slower to ensure quality.
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The column also includes the completed short stories "Moth", "Moss Picking Notes" and "Me and Him". Adults, take a look ~
Welcome everyone to be a guest in my story
Concept: The moss flowers are as small as rice, and we should also imitate the blooming of peonies.
