
Forgetting Each Other
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- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 1k Words
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 22y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
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The wife hides her secrets Really bad. . . .
Does his wife have anything to do with him? Does the ring belong to the master's wife? The teacher killed him? And she loves him, so she always goes to the teacher's house? But the author's sentence: When he died for her, it made my reasoning untenable. However, looking at the full text, I always feel... Or maybe she has a relationship with the teacher, and the teacher gave her the ring. In the end, he died for her, and she went to the teacher's house just to miss him in another way?
She and the teacher Did she kill him? Yellow rose, what does friendship mean?
My conclusion after reading it is: Her him died for the teacher, and she went to the teacher's house to miss her him every day, so as not to let the teacher forget her him, is that so? Was it him, the teacher, or his wife who killed him? I think the teacher is more likely... However, this article is really difficult to understand...
It can't be the teacher and that boy, sweat, sweat!
A very interesting article, worth reading. The writing is very good, but I didn't understand it very well. I thought it was good, but I couldn't understand it, so I felt even better. It probably means that she received a note when she was in school. It should have been handed over by a boy in the class. Later, the boy died trying to protect the ring. She probably hurt him. Could it be that she loves the teacher? The teacher hurt her. "In other words, the boy's death hurt her, and she hurt the teacher. I don't know which one. . . Is there an answer in the text? Let's talk about it, Lan Jiu! I am more inclined to the former answer, because Lan Jiu wrote that she covered her chest and talked about the past, and on her chest, there was a ring similar to the teacher... However, maybe this was what the boy was trying to protect. . . I'm dizzy! Let the author tell it.
Your writing is really interesting Did I guess it right??
Xiao Ya, you are so kind, you will come back to see me
Let me guess Teacher and him? Him and her? She and her teacher? It seems
Haha, I like to see other people truly express their feelings after watching it. Admittedly, the first paragraph is a bit playful. When I wrote this paragraph, I had no idea what kind of story it would be. Two minutes later, when I reached the second paragraph, I began to have the urge to write and the direction of the story. So when I wrote the first paragraph, it was just an extended word game. Yingfeng, thank you very much for reading it, and for reading it carefully instead of skipping over it in a hurry. I like "when the spring dries up, the fish and the fish are on land, bathing each other in foam and wetness, it's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes." This is the quiet and painful happiness. Thinking of the relatively old beauty, yesterday's black hair, today's gorgeous hair, I think that for a love that can be dreamed, I would rather not just "meet you when I was the most beautiful", but more of what you see, always the most beautiful like this, only happiness, no desolation. Although I hope to live, I think the reason why fish want to forget each other is not because they don't want to see the other person haggard, but because they are afraid that the other person will haggard for them. I like this sentence. Its few strokes bring me a sad beauty. I think the love that hurts each other is better to forget each other. At first, I didn't know what exactly hurt each other in love, so I just made word games based on this sentence out of boredom. This is how the first paragraph came about. The word play is deliberate, so now I am amazed by Yingfeng and want to hug you. I am moved by how you feel. If you have any opinions, please tell me. Growth comes from criticism, correcting your clothes in the mirror, and facing your shortcomings through the eyes of others.