This is a very nice age difference fairy tale. The writing and plot are very good. It makes you feel like you are reading a story rather than an online novel.
Details:
I am very glad that I chose to read this story in one hour late at night. When I first read the copy, I felt that this story would be passionate and memorable because it was very short. It took a month from the time I became interested in the story to the time I read it. I think continuous reading is the best way to empathize with the story.
From the beginning of the chapter, Shen Mei's life is full of traces of "her". I would imagine that my younger sister would also call her "baby" to her elder sister. Is this a title that is mostly given by older people? What kind of person would my elder sister be? I read it slowly, the very soft words, the very gentle Zheng Tingyu, they constantly put themselves in each other's shoes, understood each other, and their souls blended. Those times were so happy that when the case came, I never thought that I would be so collapsed when everything came. As a reader, Zheng Tingyu only appeared in my life for 2 hours. In Shen Mei's life, Zheng Tingyu occupied all of her body and mind. For nearly five years, it has been a part of her life and became Shen Mei's habit. As a reader, I am also used to the connection between Shen Mei and Zheng Tingyu. Such happiness made me never imagine how loud it would be to leave. Not long ago, Zheng Tingyu was proposed to by Shen Mei on Mount Fuji and watched the last winter fireworks. It was not until she divided the remaining money into four parts and handed it over to Shen Mei. She personally said "you are my wife", and the next part was her, sleeping quietly and not speaking again. (The author here wrote very well. When Shen Mei felt that he was not ready for her departure, I thought about this paragraph for a second, and was instantly broken. I couldn't stop crying. It turned out that I was not ready.) Zheng Tingyu could call Shen Mei's name while she was awake. She could draw a little more, even if it took a minute to say goodbye, but it didn't work. She just lay there, sleeping quietly as before when she called Shen Mei's name. She would no longer suffer from the pain of the treatment. At this time, I felt like I was in that ward, watching Shen Mei kneeling beside the bed, crying silently. I was unwilling to give up. I wanted to listen to Zheng Tingyu's voice again, and see her, why she worked so hard to live, was so kind and gentle, but God was so unfair. I quit Lujiang and asked AI, but it didn't give me a convincing answer. "Accept this result that is now unacceptable." The living people will still live. Like a short and gorgeous dream, pushing people forward, sadness is actually more of a new attitude towards life. The fireworks in winter are still beautiful. At the end of the storybook, Zheng Tingyu never left. In Shen Mei's life, she habitually applied hand cream, a Chopard watch on her wrist, and a Chopard ring on her ring finger. Death is given, but love is eternal,
Hesse said, "The waters of the world will meet again, and the Arctic Ocean and the Nile will mingle in the wet clouds. This ancient and beautiful metaphor makes this moment sacred. Even if we wander, every road will lead us home."
Zheng Tingyu said: 'There is always a time in life when we meet again'
