The words written in the pen are delicate and healing, and evoke a gentle resonance. There are many things I like to do, but I like to use words to express my girlish feelings one by one.
The day before, Lin Xichi and Xu Fang had a quarrel and had a cold war, vowing not to talk to anyone.
The next day, Lin Xichi opened the door of his house with a lot of worries. At a glance, he noticed Xu Fang standing in the small corner next to the door.
Hearing the movement, Xu Fang looked over and looked at her quietly. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said bluntly: "I have lost my memory."
Lin Xichi swallowed, nodded, and carefully answered his question: "But you still remember that I am your father.
"Xu Fang:"..."
Many years later, on a rainy night. Shunian met Xie Ruhe again.
The man is sitting in a wheelchair, half of his face is backlit. She had peach blossom eyes and double eyelids with deep wrinkles. She obviously has an affectionate face, but her expression is as cold as ice.
Shunian held the umbrella and called him uncertainly, then said: "You didn't bring an umbrella? How about me?"
Xie Ruhe's eyelids drooped. He didn't finish listening, didn't stop any longer, and went directly into the rain curtain.
After a long time, Shunian came out of the bakery holding a brown paper bag.
In the blink of an eye, there was a heavy downpour outside, hitting the concrete floor.
Xie Ruhe appeared out of nowhere, holding an umbrella and standing next to her. Seeing her looking over, he asked, "Do you have an umbrella?" Shunian nodded and took out an umbrella from his bag.
The next moment, Xie Ruhe reached out to close the umbrella and said expressionlessly:
"Mine is broken."
"…"
First time meeting Chen Baifan.
The man stood under the bright lighting, wearing a light blue medical mask on his face. His exposed eyes were slender and slightly raised, bright and gentle. He lowered his eyes, inserted the instrument into the patient's mouth, and examined it carefully.
The next second, the man spoke, his voice a little lazy, but full of comfort.
"Don't be afraid."
An Nuo fell in love with Chen Baifan at first sight.
But she never thought that he was completely different from when he put on a white coat.
"You didn't come to see me today."
"I ate lunch alone."
"Why don't you come to me?"
"Do you not love me anymore????"
One day, after lunch break, in a quiet classroom.
Shen Yu, who had not yet woken up from his nap, was woken up by Zhou Xuyin.
She looked back.
Zhou Xuyin's dark eyes were clear and he had a careless look: "Classmate, you won't recognize me after just sleeping?"
Shen Yu's mind was still dazed, so he nodded subconsciously.
He suddenly came closer to her, his eyebrows lowered and his crow-feather eyelashes rolled up. Then he leaned back in his chair, curled his lips, laughed like a tease, and said lazily: "I am your classmate."
Because of her first love, Bian You unilaterally cut off contact with her best friend.
This love also had a bad ending, as if it was retribution.
A week after the breakup, Bianyou finally couldn't help but went to the bar and got drunk.
Drunk and thinking about her loss of love and friendship, Bianyou hated her ex-boyfriend and dialed a series of numbers in a daze.
Before he could speak, Bian You insulted the other party in a hoarse voice, and finally said harshly: "Don't count on it, I will never reconcile with you in this life."
After a while, the receiver unexpectedly heard a voice that was so familiar to her that she could recognize it just by hearing the beginning.
It was her sworn friend who was broken up by her without saying a word some time ago.
"In this life?" Xu Qingsong's voice was gentle, with a cool smile, "Don't expect it in the next life."