First person, reality
She met Sanwu when she was eight years old, but she never saw him again.
I began to question whether she existed, or whether the Gou Yu I met in high school existed?
Is love companionship or waiting?
What is the scope of love?
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... Two toffees hit the watermelon bugs, making them shrink back again. I looked up and the girl hesitated: "My name is Sanwu, and I'm here to play with you. - But I don't play with watermelon bugs..." Before she could finish, I picked up the toffee and ran away.
... And I thought about telling her all the words I had hidden for more than seven hundred days, whether she likes to hear it or not, it is better not to like it, so that she can feel the pain of being restless. Then I sorted out a set of thoughts, and when the back of her hand was pressed against my cheek, I had to rearrange the words and actually said: "The weather is so nice today!" Such nonsense. She smiled and replied: "Yes!"
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The first time I wrote a novel, I wrote it to myself.
Intention: For the self who doesn't know how to love