Still come and go
How can we say that love is serious?
Inspired by Faye Wong's "Monsoon" and some friends' stories.
If you don't feel good about it, please discard it directly. If you have any suggestions, I will accept them humbly.
Wen Yun thought, stretched out her hand, held Xu Qingqiu's wrist, and spoke softly.
"It's not that I'm hiding something from Miss Xu on purpose, I just feel it's not the right time yet."
"Is that so? Miss Wen obviously thinks the language of flowers is boring, but now she tells me that she believes in fate?"
Did Miss Xu actually remember the words she mentioned casually for so long?
Wen Yun did not show any embarrassment, she lowered her head slightly, carefully and slowly placed her free hand on Xu Qingqiu's palm, and spoke piously like a Christian making the sign of a cross on his chest.
"Yes, Miss Xu, I believe it."
A planet has a diameter of 72,756 kilometers and a total population of 7.7 Billion, of which China alone has 1.4 Billion.
It revolves around the sun all the time. From then on, the sun rises and the moon sets, and humans start to live and rest around it. And you were born in one of 197 countries, you were randomly born in one of countless cities, and you will meet countless human beings in your life.
And you only have one mother, one father, only a few close friends, and you can only have one person to accompany you throughout your life.
If people don't believe in fate, what do they believe?
God?
Intention: People are on the way, people are in time and space, and we may only meet each other in dreams.