Full text archive
"Song Changming, do you feel regretful?"
"I have no memory of our previous encounter, and I can even say that I have no memory at all."
Song Changming smiled and reached out to rub his hair.
He knows what he's thinking.
What he meant was.
Is it possible that the person Song Changming couldn't forget the three times he met was not him, or rather, one time.
Consciousness will automatically cast a filter on the memory, so is the bright Xie Jinchao in his memory really Xie Jinchao himself?
If it was just a person who picked up the wrong Xie Jinchao Gong card, if it was just a person who happened to like Chengdu and sang this song under Song Changming's attention, if the person who lit up a handful of fairy sticks happened to appear in the corner where Song Changming saw it.
Then does their meeting again have so much meaning?
Song Changming thought about this problem a long time ago.
He admitted that the memories did contain elements of rhetoric, and he also admitted that the Xie Jinchao whose appearance was blurred in his memory really amazed him in the past.
But.
People live in the present.
He touched Xie Jinchao's head, like comforting He He who was having an injection.
"If I hadn't met you again, those memories would never have had the chance to put a filter on all of this.
"It's true that I slowly realized the word "like" after getting to know you and being in contact with you.
"Xie Jinchao, forgetting is inevitable, and this is not something that requires self-blame.
"Xie Jinchao, just remember today. As long as you remember how you feel now, you will never regret it. "
Intention: The present is everything