Secret love is a hopeless fever.
Sui Yuedeng felt that he was terminally ill.
Zhu Fu Gaoming's name is a long-lasting rainstorm that lingers in her youth.
The more you like it, the more painful it is;
The closer I get, the more I want to stay away.
The more she saw his genius, intelligence, and elegance, the more she realized her own stupidity, bigotry, and mediocrity.
The more she looked up to him and pitied him, the more she envied and hated him.
I hate that the bright moon hangs high in the sky and doesn't shine on her. *
In this way, the whole youth passed together.
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Later, Su Shuiyuedeng, who traveled all over the world, would send Zhufu Gaoming a postcard every time he visited a new place.
Sometimes the back is filled with her own thoughts, and sometimes it's blank and unsigned.
The last postcard read:
"My dear, have I begun to mean something to you?"*
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In an interview on Nippon TV, the host asked best-selling author Yukinoshita Tsukiden why she no longer mentioned the mysterious "genius boyfriend" T-kun in her postscript.
Susui Moonlight thought for a while and said, "Because now I know that in Mr. T's eyes, I am the one who always shines."
When she returned home, she found that he had sent a whole volume of replies.
The last sentence of the reply was:
"Yue Deng, you have always been the meaning itself."
Tips:
1.*The first sentence comes from the Internet, and the second sentence comes from "Notes of a Crocodile"
2. OOC warning, there are many personal settings, I just want to write about the kind of complex secret love, love and hate, love and pain, strong and somewhat twisted feelings
3. It is a setting that follows the direction of the original work! However, I will adjust the incident involving Gao Ming's parents to the high school period.
4. One-way secret love in the early stage, two-way in the later stage
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Gaoming's short story is about 100,000 words long. It's sour and refreshing. I suddenly wanted to write it. Please save it!
There are too few brilliant ones, and they are super unpopular. I want to write about self-cutting my leg. I want to write about it. I want to write about it. I want to write about it. I want to write about it. Adults, please collect it!
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Concept: We are all our own protagonists.