
Then, Did We Fall in Love?
然后,我们相爱了吗
by Bu Ximan (步希漫)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 130k Words
- Genre
- Baihe (GL)
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 2y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
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Copywriting of this article: 1. Talented painter × famous modern dance dancer 2. Rebellious, honest and non-aggressive × mature, intellectual, inferior and sensitive in heart 3. Six years age difference 4. The relevant occupations in the article have been specifically checked online. If there is any bias, please point it out. 5. HE 1. Along the stone-paved coast, salted fish always wait for fishermen to turn it over so that it can leave the shore. Nan tide is different. She is not a salty fish, but she wants to drown in the sea forever. Due to her mother, Nan tide's motivation for painting gradually dissipated. When she was abroad, she worked as a small online illustrator, slowly letting herself experience painting again by accepting manuscripts. After returning to China, she worked in a profession that had nothing to do with painting: a bartender, unknown and ordinary. However, when she met Ning He in Moscow, Nan Xi made an exception and painted a portrait for her. They met by chance in a tavern and bartended for her. He took her home on a small electric donkey at 21 degrees, and kissed the butterfly tattoo on her collarbone at 17 degrees. Because of Ning He, she regained the motivation to draw, became known and admired by others, and slowly became a celebrity in the illustration world. That time, Nan tide snorted coldly, "I can take you back, but if you lose your seat and fall while driving, I won't pick you up." Ning He smiled gently with his ear against her back, and hugged her waist tightly with his hands. "This way it won't fall. If it does fall, you will hold me back." 2. When Ning He's only relative left her, her fearful attachment personality became more serious. She always believed that those who were close to her, whether they were people or things, would be unfortunate. When she locked the door with her suitcase and prepared to move out of 1102, Nan tide opened the suitcase and imprisoned her against the wall behind her. He clasped the back of her neck with one hand and kissed her lips hard. She struggled but ignored her until Ning He's hand was suppressed and his fingers were clasped in little by little until their ten fingers were interlocked. Do you know what breaking up means? ? "Ning He used all his strength to push Nan tide away. She looked at Ning He's misty eyes, and slowly approached her with the corners of her broken lips raised, "I only know that you saved me, but you tried your best to abandon me, how could I let you succeed? " Just like the night I sent you back, I will hold you, even if you fall, we will fall together. You don't have to live like a rose. If you want, you can be jasmine, daisy, or nameless flower, and I will be your eternal sunflower. ——If the price of saving me is that I give up you, then I would rather never meet you in the first place Pre-released article: "The Drowning Sixth Star" "When you forget someone, should you forget her appearance first or her voice first? " "Sound. " —— I looked at the recording on the phone screen and pressed the power button. This way I don't have her voice playing over and over in my head. "On the first day of reporting, I went to the wrong place. Are you going to go to the obstetrics and gynecology operating table in the future, Dr. Lin? " "Dr. Lin doesn't look like he's old enough to drink. " "Are you crazy, standing here and taking a beating for me? " "Does it hurt? " But I also want to forget her appearance. —— "Raise your head and look here, Lin Qiwu. " She asked me to look at the flames released by the retro lighter. I was so conceited at the time that I even thought she was a fake psychiatrist. But I still looked at it. In just one second, my eyes moved to her face. Everything was as illusory as the air. Just looking at her, my heartache eased a lot. Her beauty killed my sickness, but I wished she hadn't cured me. That way we're even. Maybe the last sentence would be removed from the last page of her diary. ——I love you, if you can forget me—— If there were still what-ifs, I would still break into your psychological room by mistake. 1. First person (next year perspective) 2. Neurosurgeon & Director of Psychology Department 3. Seven years age difference Intention: Winter will come. Intention: Be your own light, it doesn't need to be too bright, just enough to survive the cold winter and dark nights.
