Warm Dreams

I had a dream yesterday in which we were back holding hands. The feeling of loss when I woke up was beyond words. I remember you once said that you will stay with me until the end, and the warm dreams turn into cold shackles. If we turn back time, what can we catch? The chat history stopped in the late autumn of last year, and the last words of retention were still unspoken. We are still friends, the most distant friends. All the tenderness you gave me is preserved in the record, and I think of you saying you will accompany me until the end. The warm dreams turn into cold shackles. If we turn back time, what can we hold on to? When I discovered that the so-called waking up was actually another dream, the thick fog that could not be dispersed at the exit of the dream was too heavy. Even if I tried my best to beg you to stay and not leave, it was useless. This is the warm dream. Copywriting one: The young man in the sun is so dazzling. Wen Chen is wearing a neat white T-shirt and a black backpack slung across his body. He has a tall figure and his black hair is covered under a black peaked cap. His dark brown eyes are clear under the slightly broken cap, but there is a boy's rare unruly hidden in them. The long eyelashes are attached to his eyes docilely, as if revealing a stubborn personality. He is like a white gardenia all summer long, always smiling and lifting up Zhai Xingchen's broken hair. The world is noisy, and there is a pair of shadows laughing and playing on the cement road. Nightfall is the switch of romance, soft and intoxicating... Under the street lights, in the evening breeze, and in the ears. Their shadows are connected together, arm in arm, wandering in the darkness, the moonlight falls on them, relying on the existence of the two, but not as gentle as the two. The two of them were sitting on a bench. Zhai Xingchen was holding his ukulele in the evening breeze and singing popular songs of the year. Wen Chen's deep eyes were fixed on her, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes. As he lowered his head, the distance between them was only a small distance, and her delicate and bright face came into his sight, with a smile that Zangdu couldn't hide in her eyes. He suddenly said: "In the future, when you become a big star, I will design clothes for you. They will be unique and only belong to you." Zhai Xingchen turned his face sideways and chuckled: "In that case, the costume designer can resign." The long-planned plan... Has its flaws exposed, and everything comes to a standstill. It was a gentle kiss, but it passed by unknowingly. He wrote a page of crimson poetry on his cheeks, his hair was blown by the wind, and his pulse was silent... He had her summer moments, and the beauty was not absent. He thought: "I will always love you." Copywriting two: The gardenia petals scattered on the ground on the campus have been falling with the wind and clouds for seven years. Zhai Xingchen took out the crumpled and sweat-stained pink envelope from his pocket and looked at the young man in front of the school gate. The moment the car drove over, Wen Chen pushed her aside. He didn't remember Zhai Xingchen, but he still pushed her away to protect her. Zhai Xingchen gently tore up the letter paper, smiled bitterly and threw the scraps of paper into the air, turning into pieces of gardenia petals. When he was young, he met someone so stunning that his heart never trembled for anyone again. Copywriting three: "Alumni, we are in the same class. Speaking of those years, do you remember that there was a great love story? The girl who studied acting in our school has now become a top actress! I remember the boy back then... Was her boyfriend... He seemed to be studying design, and now he is a top international well-known designer. But I heard that they had a car accident when they were together, and the boy has lost all memory of the girl. I don't know what they are like now, hey, don't leave..." The girl is holding a bouquet of gardenias, and a bouquet of gardenias is placed in front of the boy's grave. Reading Guide 1. Popular and glamorous female star x internationally renowned designer 2. The soft and cold "little stubborn donkey" vs. The handsome and affectionate "cockroach strong" 3. The whole text is fictional, the content is flashback, and the ending is OE 4. Update from time to time~~ See how two people with very different personalities create the spark of love step by step. "You are the best gift I have ever received in the galaxy." Vb: @ an unknown turtle Concept: youth pain, freedom, healing