She appeared ridiculous.
It was probably an early autumn day when the sky was clear and the clouds were clear. She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, spread out all kinds of certificates on the car cover, and asked me in front of the police uncle, how about living with me? I was also ridiculous, and I answered fluently, yes. Five minutes ago she and I were strangers.
I met her when I was eighteen, and I didn't dare to say I loved her until I was twenty-eight. In the long unexplored haziness, I thought that I would never delve into the fundamentals behind the haze throughout my life, and would only pursue her as an idol and predecessor. But when she finally leaned on my shoulder and blew the wind in the evening light, talking about her years of running for the ideal of journalism but it seemed to be in vain, I felt that I was qualified to love her.
She held my face and said solemnly:
"My name is Yuan Xin."
"Yu Qinan, I want you to abandon all attached fantasies and love me."
Concept: Love is a dialogue between people's hearts