It's a Bit Cold This Autumn

A man may have many women in his life, whether they are sincere or fake, or they may just show off! But a woman may only love one man in her life. After Xiao Linglong divorced Tao Yajun, she truly understood that the feeling she had with Han Yu could only happen once in a lifetime. A woman is already old when she is 28 years old. However, when Linglong married Tao Yajun at the age of 28, Still young, Linglong still remembers that after her first romance with Tao Yajun, Tao Yajun asked Linglong if she married a man who was 12 years older than herself. This man had no car, no house, and no outstanding appearance. Would he not regret it in the future? Linglong hugged Tao Yajun's neck and said coquettishly, "As long as you don't leave, I will never give up." When she was pregnant with Tao Yajun for half a year after her marriage, she saw another woman lying on the bed where she had been entangled with the man she loved so much. Linglong knew that the marriage had broken down. An Ran's appearance gave Linglong a ray of warmth when she was most helpless. Looking at this sunny man, Linglong realized that the love she had with Tao Yajun in the past was so comfortable. It was not as vigorous as Korean, nor as rain-beating as Anran's. Linglong felt that she was like Tao Yajun's little pet at that time, and she could act like a baby at will. Everything was so natural, including letting the two of them live forever. The sunshine of Enron allowed Linglong to see the shadow of Korean. On the streets of Beijing, the outline of Anron's side in the sunshine was edited into the Korean of that year, ambiguous. Walking in every corner of the city, it is autumn again among the four seasons of the year. It turns out that love is a kind of inertia. After separation, I have actually become accustomed to someone doting on you like that. I have become attached to that person's arms, and I can't forget or erase it. I miss you like a mountain. And when she took her 3-year-old daughter, Bao Bao, back to Shanghai, a city full of memories, the paternal feeling of watching the man she once deeply loved and was still in love with holding her baby reminded Linglong of giving her child a father when she was a child, even if the reason was a bit far-fetched. You may only have your first love once, when you are not yet sensible. Love may only appear once, that is, after you are tired of walking in the sea of ​​people, experienced, understood, comprehended, and loved in pain, there will be someone to accompany you to wear your loneliness to collapse and live your life until it is wasted; love is actually when we are tired of walking, you and I have not gone far, and we can hold hands to watch the long flow of water, and then count the calendar and turn over the days day by day. When you and I have turned gray on the temples that day, we can still lie under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and recall the past. Our love at that time!