Xiao Jinyao:
When you read this letter, I was standing in an ordinary snowy winter, looking at the flashing traffic lights at the intersection, imagining my despicable past, adding to the years of your sunshine and warmth, I missed it so much, but regretted it so much.
I think about the many difficult roads in my life, which one is so valuable that I can give up on you and keep running. Until today, I discovered that human desire is terrifying like a dry well with unpredictable depth. Once you fall into it, you will either achieve success or be doomed.
But now, I have gotten rid of the humbleness and unbearable feeling I thought I had at that time. I don't even know whether I am successful or doomed now. After all, my life of extravagance and extravagance cannot make up for the unhappiness and unhappiness of my past life.
Sometimes a period of time is like a gift from God, just like that post-it note you posted on the wall of our school. Just like that day after school, you did not leave and stood in front of me. Just like that night, you begged that bastard not to spread rumors about me. Just like... Many not-so-dazzling winter afternoons, you stood there, waiting for your own car. The sun shone on you and almost melted me.
At that time, I didn't even know that the love that stretched endlessly in my heart through the sunshine, I always felt that the sunshine at that time did not belong to me, but the moment I looked at you through the sunshine, I did see its infinite light, shining in every corner of the city, including my shoulders.
I began to be grateful. The day when that sticky note of fate appeared in my life, I was no longer so jealous of Zhang Yan. I was grateful to him for not taking you away that summer, but for staying with me.
And that post-it note is not so much your love for him as it is God's care for me. He allowed me to meet you in the darkest year of my life.
I have imagined countless times how I would have spent that afternoon if you had not been brave enough to pick up that post-it note, or if you had not written that name.
But people are always dissatisfied. I have your warmth, and I only want more. Power, reputation and all the glamor must cooperate with me to appear by your side, instead of being as cowardly as ever.
Purpose: Love pays attention to the right time, right place and right people