People often recall a thing, which is either beautiful or hateful. But often, every time people recall it, it will be covered with a layer of white mist, making it less true. If it is hateful, it will become more hateful. If it is beautiful, it will become more beautiful. But if it remains deep in the memory, it will remain dead in the memory.
The cicadas chirped in early summer, and Qin Hui suddenly saw the figure who had been thinking about it day and night. Under the sunlight, his face was a little blurry, but his eyes were still deeply rooted in people's hearts.
When I opened my eyes again, I had a big dream, and when I recalled it, there was only a figure holding hands and whispering to me, blurred under the light and shadow.
Time is still there, the autumn wind is blowing slowly, and I don't know how much time has passed, leaving a place of frustration. The figure that makes Qin Hui think about it day and night will open his heart-wrenching eyes in the future.
Gong, a psychologist with mental illness (Qin Hui) x Shou, a psychologist whose identity makes people speculate (Jiang Yi)
Note for demining: non-professional, a bit pediatric, the time span of the two people is large, the story is passed on, the later stage is darker, and contains human nature. The author's writing style is a bit rusty.
(The author is a newcomer, and his writing style is not very good or there are too many subtle points. Please bear with me, readers. (If anyone reads it) Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!)
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Purpose: People cannot indulge in memories